Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208: Leaving

Hailee’s POV

"I’m sorry... I just can’t do this..." I whispered, keeping my eyes down because I couldn’t stand the pain I saw in his.

Callum stayed still for a moment. The air between us felt heavy, too heavy. Then I heard him let out a quiet sigh. "It’s because of Nathan, isn’t it?" he asked softly.

I shook my head, my voice trembling. "Not really about him," I said honestly.

And it wasn’t. Not completely.

Yes, Nathan’s memory still clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake, but this... this was more than that. It was guilt. Confusion. The feeling of being torn between who I used to be and who I was trying to become.

Callum watched me carefully. His eyes were soft now, not angry—just sad. "Then what is it, Hailee?" he asked quietly. "Because every time I think I understand you, you pull away."

I swallowed hard, struggling to find the words. "I don’t know who I am anymore, Callum," I admitted. "Everything feels wrong. Like I’m walking through something that doesn’t fit me."

He nodded slowly, his jaw tight, but his voice was calm. "You don’t have to explain if it hurts."

"I need to," I said, my chest aching. "Because you deserve the truth."

I looked up at him finally, meeting his eyes. "When I’m with you, I feel safe. I feel wanted. But then..." My throat tightened. "Then I remember all the people I’ve hurt. And I can’t breathe."

Callum stepped closer but didn’t touch me. He just stood there, giving me space. "I understand you perfectly."

His words hit something deep inside me, but I couldn’t respond. I was too full of everything—guilt, fear, longing.

"I’m sorry," I whispered again.

He gave a faint smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "You always say that."

And with that, he turned and walked toward the door. Before leaving, he looked back once more and said, "Good night."

The door closed gently behind him.

After Callum left, the room felt cold. I stood there for a long time, staring at the door like he might walk back in. But he didn’t.

I finally forced myself to move. My body felt heavy as I walked into the bathroom. The warm water from the shower hit my skin, but it didn’t wash away the ache in my chest. I closed my eyes and let the water run over me, trying to breathe, trying to feel normal again.

Tomorrow, I was going back to Nathan.

The thought alone made my stomach twist. I didn’t know what to expect—anger, pain, silence. Maybe all three. Whatever it was, I knew it wouldn’t be easy.

When I got out, I changed into my nightgown and lay down on the bed. The sheets were cool, but the air around me felt heavy. I stared at the ceiling, listening to the soft hum of the night outside. My thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning between the weight of everything in between.

Eventually, sleep came—but it wasn’t peaceful.

I dreamed of blood.

Of my boys—Oliver, Oscar, and Ozzy—lying in a pool of it. Their small hands limp, their eyes open but empty. I screamed, reaching for them, but the more I ran, the farther away they drifted. The red spread across the ground.

"Mom!"

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