Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One

Callum’s POV I drove home like a madman, gripping the steering wheel so hard. My chest was tight, and the back of my throat burned with emotions I didn’t want to admit. I was angry. Frustrated. But more than anything... I was hurting.

As soon as I pulled into the driveway, I slammed the car door shut and stormed into my apartment, barely remembering to lock the door behind me.

I paced the living room like a caged wolf, fingers dragging through my hair.

"She chose him..." I muttered under my breath, the image of Hailee walking up to me with his scent all over her burning into my mind. "Of all people—Nathan."

I scoffed bitterly and dropped onto the couch.

"Forget her," I whispered, clenching my fists. "She’s not yours. She never was."

But that was a lie. I wanted her to be. She was the one I cared about. The one I saw as more than just a pretty face.

And she ran into the arms of someone like Nathan.

Before I could spiral further, a knock sounded on the door.

I frowned, pushing myself off the couch. Who the hell was that?