Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One-Chapter 21: On My Bed

Hailee’s POV

Fuck!

My face burned with heat as I realized exactly what was pressing against me.

I panicked and quickly tried to shift away, but the sudden movement caused Nathan to stir.

Crap.

I froze... and then did the only thing I could think of.

I stayed perfectly still and pretended I was just moving in my sleep.

I heard a low curse.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath.

I kept my breathing soft and even, trying my best to stay still. My heart, though, was pounding wildly.

He was awake.

And he definitely noticed his arousal.

I expected him to move away... maybe get up and leave. But he didn’t.

Rather, I felt something on my face.

His fingers.

Soft. Barely brushing my cheek.

A gentle stroke—featherlight—as if he was scared I’d disappear if he touched me too hard.

"You look so beautiful like this," he whispered.

My breath hitched.

His fingers trailed slowly from my cheekbone to my jaw, pausing at my lips.

He brushed his thumb against them gently, his touch tender, almost reverent. Then—

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my mouth.

Quick. Gentle.

But it sent my heart into a frenzy.

I had to act.

My eyes fluttered open, and I shifted slightly, pretending to be drowsy.

Nathan didn’t jerk away. He didn’t even look startled.

He just smiled softly, like he’d been expecting me to wake up.

"Good morning," he said, voice low and husky. "How’s the pain?"

I blinked at him, completely thrown off.

"You’re still here ... you spent the night here?" I mumbled, still dazed.

He nodded.

"Yep."

I swallowed hard and pushed myself upright, resting my back against the headboard. I didn’t dare glance down—I already knew he was still aroused. I expected him to move away from the bed, but he didn’t.

He lay there, clearly trying to hide it.

So funny.

I cleared my throat and spoke. "Thank you... but I think you should go. I don’t want my mother walking in and seeing you here. Or catching your scent."

Nathan didn’t respond. He just stared at me.

Not in a creepy way.

But like he was searching for something—something in my eyes I didn’t even know I was showing.

It made me uncomfortable... not because I was scared, but because I felt too seen. Too exposed.

I looked away, pretending to fix the blanket on my lap.

"I mean it," I murmured. "You should go before my mom catches your scent."

Still nothing.

I sighed and looked back at him, narrowing my eyes.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

He didn’t answer.

Instead, his eyes darted to the floor—just behind me—and his expression suddenly changed.

"Hailee," he whispered, his voice low and urgent, "Don’t move."

My heart jumped.

"What?" I froze.

"There’s a snake," he said, his eyes widening. "Right behind you. Don’t scream."

I flinched.

I didn’t care what kind of snake it was or if it was poisonous or not—I leapt. With zero hesitation, I jumped straight onto Nathan, arms clinging to his shoulders and legs trying to get as far away from the floor as possible.

"Where?! Where is it?!" I yelled, practically on top of him.

And then...

He laughed.

Not just a chuckle. A full, amused, unbothered laugh.

I blinked, confused and still halfway on his lap.

"What—?"

"There’s no snake," he grinned. "I was just messing with you."

My eyes widened. "You what?!"

I shoved his chest playfully, even though I was still clinging to him. "Nathan! That’s not funny!"

"It was a little funny," he smirked. "You should’ve seen your face."

I glared at him—but I couldn’t hide the tiny smile tugging at my lips.

"You tricked me just to get me to jump on you, didn’t you?"

He shrugged, still holding my waist. "Can you blame me?"

I rolled my eyes and tried to get away from him, but he held me back by placing his hands firmly on my waist. I blinked and stared at him right in the face. Now looking at him this close, I couldn’t help but not see why every girl in the Full Moon Pack and beyond was drooling over him. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

He was good-looking. He really was.

His black hair was a little messy, but somehow it made him look even better. His skin had a warm tan tone, smooth and glowing in the soft morning light coming through the window.

Then there were his eyes.

Green. Deep forest green. The kind of eyes that made it hard to look away. It felt like he was looking straight into me, not just at me.

I glanced down before I could stop myself.

He was still shirtless.

His chest was broad, his muscles firm and strong. His abs—clear, defined, the kind you’d expect to see in movies or on posters. Every part of him looked perfect.

My breath caught in my throat.

I knew I shouldn’t be staring...

But I did.

And when I looked up again, he was already watching me.

Not smirking.

Not teasing.

Just calm and quiet.

Then, slowly, a small smile appeared on his lips. "See something you like?" he asked, his voice soft but playful.

My cheeks heated instantly.

"Nothing exciting," I lied.

Nathan laughed. "Right."

I tried to move off him, but his hands stayed on my waist. He didn’t push or pull—just held me gently, like he didn’t want me to go.

And the worst part?

I didn’t really want to move either, but I had to pretend. "I think you should let go of me now," I said quietly, trying to ignore how safe I felt in his arms.

Nathan raised an eyebrow, then leaned in just a little closer. "Only on one condition."

I blinked. "What condition?"

He smirked, his voice smooth and teasing. "Be my date for the bonfire tonight."

My eyes widened. "What?"

"You heard me," he said, still holding me gently. "Come with me tonight. As my date."

I hesitated, my heart pounding. Was he serious? What would people say if they saw us together?

Not that I cared what they said—it’s just... for years, everyone knew Nathan hated me.

They’d be shocked.

"I’ll... think about it," I mumbled, looking away quickly.

Nathan chuckled low under his breath. "That’s all I’m asking."

He finally let go of my waist and stood up from the bed, stretching a little before picking up his hoodie from the floor. I watched him silently as he pulled it over his head, covering that unfairly perfect chest.

Then, unexpectedly, he leaned in again.

This time, he pressed a gentle kiss on my left cheek, a simple kiss that was enough to leave my heart racing.

"I’ll see you tonight... hopefully," he whispered, his green eyes locked on mine.

Then, with one last smile, he turned and slipped out through the window the same way he came.

I sighed and dropped back into my bed, my eyes glued to the ceiling.

What was happening to you, Hailee?

Get a grip.

This is Nathan... freaking Nathan Dominic. The guy who used to mock you in the hallways like it was a sport. The guy who made everyone believe he hated you.

Now he’s asking you out?

Kissing your cheek like it meant something?

I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head.

But just as I started to close my eyes, my phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand.

I flinched.

Reaching over, I grabbed it and glanced at the screen.

Callum.

My heart skipped.

I sat up slowly, chewing my bottom lip. Why was he calling this early?

I hesitated... then answered.

"Hello?" I said quietly.

His voice came through sharp. Angry.

"You told me there was nothing between you and Nathan."

I froze.

"What—Callum—"

"Don’t lie to me, Hailee," he cut me off. "He spent the night in your room. What were you doing, huh? Reading bedtime stories? Studying biology? Or was it... practical biology?"

I sucked in a breath, getting annoyed. Why was he acting like we were already dating.

"Callum, it’s not what you think—"

He laughed bitterly. "Of course not. It never is."

And then—

Click.

The line went dead.

I stared at the phone in my hand, my chest tightening.

What the hell.

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