Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: The Game

Hailee’s POV

I was weaving through the crowd, my eyes locked on Nathan’s retreating figure, when someone suddenly stepped in front of me.

"Callum," I breathed, stopping short.

He was casually dressed in a black hoodie and a blank tank. Since he wasn’t from our pack, he decided not to join in the games. His eyes scanned my face, then flicked toward the tunnel where Nathan had just disappeared.

"I know where you’re going," he said gently.

"I need to talk to him," I replied quickly. "Now. Before it gets worse—"

"No." His voice was firm but calm. "Not now. He’s got a combat fight in less than an hour. You know how focused he needs to be for that. He’s not in the right headspace to talk about... us."

I opened my mouth to argue, but the look in Callum’s eyes stopped me.

He wasn’t being controlling. He was being protective of me.

"After the games," he said, softer now. "Talk to him then. I promise... he’ll listen. But not right now, Hailee."

I sighed, deflating just a little. "Okay. After the games."

Callum gave a small nod, then reached for my hand and gently tugged me back toward the bleachers. He guided me to our seats and handed me a warm paper bag of popcorn.

"I figured you hadn’t eaten," he said with a faint grin. "You get cranky when you don’t eat."

That made me smile, just a little. I took the bag and leaned back as the crowd started buzzing again. The football teams were entering the field now. I spotted Dane immediately, suited up and stretching on the sidelines. He caught my eye for a brief second, smiled, then jogged to join the others.

Nathan wasn’t there.

He must’ve gone straight to prep for the combat match.

I tried to focus as the football game kicked off, the energy in the stadium rising with every passing second. Our pack started strong, moving in sync like they’d been training for years. Dane was fast, skilled, and sharp—he dominated the field, calling out plays and encouraging his teammates with quick signals.

By the second half, we were ahead by two goals. And by the time the whistle blew, the score was 4–1.

We won.

The crowd went wild, cheers erupting like thunder all around us. I clapped and shouted, pride blooming in my chest as I watched Dane grin and high-five his teammates.

"It seems you’re only cheering for Dane." Callum suddenly said beside me, and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Are you jealous?" I teased.

He scoffed and pulled me into his left arm, wrapping it around my shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"You wish I was jealous," he muttered, but his tone was light, teasing.

I chuckled, leaning slightly into him. Callum turned slightly, looking down at me.

"You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Hailee," he whispered, his voice suddenly hoarse.

I looked up, my heart skipping. "Tell me," I whispered.

His eyes searched mine, and before I could say another word, he leaned down and kissed me.

It wasn’t rushed or demanding, it was slow, soft, and full of something that made my chest ache.

I kissed him back.

Just for a moment.

Then I opened my eyes... and saw Nathan.

He was across the field, standing just past the player’s tunnel in his combat gear—black and silver. His eyes were fixed on us, hard and unreadable. But the frown carved into his face told me everything I needed to know.

My breath caught.

I pulled away from Callum’s arms without thinking, the guilt making it hard to stay close to him.

Callum noticed.

He followed my gaze and exhaled. "Damn."

Nathan didn’t move. He just stared, like the kiss had confirmed everything. Then he turned without a word and walked back toward the tunnel.

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