Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One Chapter 24: His Cousin

Hailee’s POV

The mont I shut the door, I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding.

For a second, I couldn’t walk. I just leaned back against the wall outside Callum’s apartnt, my heart racing like I had just run a mile.

What the hell just happened? That kiss... the way he held ... the way I kissed him back.

I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. I told myself I needed to get to work—but then I rembered.

My phone. Damn it. I’d left it on the kitchen counter.

With a sigh, I turned back, trying to pull myself together. I knocked once. No answer. He was probably in his bedroom and didn’t hear—so I opened the door slowly.

The place was quiet. Too quiet.

I stepped inside, heading toward the kitchen when I froze.

A sound. Low. Rough. A moan.

I paused, eyebrows furrowed. Then I heard it again... clearer this ti, echoing softly from the bathroom.

My na. He was moaning my na.

My entire body stilled. Shock hit first, quickly followed by confusion... and then sothing warr. Hotter.

I didn’t an to move. Didn’t an to go closer. But I did.

The bathroom door was cracked open just a little, steam drifting out from the shower. And there he was... his silhouette faintly visible through the frosted glass, his back arched slightly as another soft groan escaped his lips.

"Hailee..."

My breath caught in my throat.

My instincts scread at to turn around, to walk out quietly and pretend I hadn’t seen or heard a thing. But I couldn’t move. Not when I was frozen between embarrassnt, disbelief... and sothing I wasn’t ready to na yet.

The door creaked. He listened it.

Suddenly, the sound of water stopped. A beat of silence.

Then the door flung open.

Callum stood there—half-wet, breathing heavy, eyes wide in horror as they locked with mine.

Neither of us spoke. The silence between us now felt heavier than ever.

He opened his mouth, but no words ca out. And still, I stood there—heart pounding in my chest, my cheeks on fire, eyes not knowing where to look.

Then finally, I found my voice.

"I... I forgot my phone," I whispered, barely able to et his gaze.

His throat bobbed. "Oh... it should be sowhere," he muttered, stepping aside to give space.

I didn’t move right away. Instead, I just stared at him. The tension between us was thick. Too thick. He knew. I knew. And in that mont, we both knew I’d walked in on sothing I wasn’t supposed to see—but couldn’t unsee either.

My gaze flicked downward—just for a second.

His jeans. Still tight. Still bulging. God.

I swallowed hard and forced myself to step past him. Our shoulders brushed, and even that tiny contact made my pulse trip over itself.

I bent down to grab the phone off the counter, but his eyes were still on . I could feel the heat of them on my back.

When I stood up, I didn’t turn right away. But then...

Sothing silly in rose to the surface.

"Was I that good?"

His breath caught. He froze.

I turned then, phone clutched in my hand, my face burning—but I didn’t back down. My gaze t his, steady despite the rapid thudding of my heart.

"You were thinking about ," I said quietly. "Weren’t you?"

He swallowed, throat dry. "I—yeah."

Silence stretched again.

Then I stepped closer. So close, I could sll him. Still damp, still warm. Still tense with desire he hadn’t gotten to finish.

My eyes dropped to his lips, and everything inside scread to kiss him again—but I didn’t.

Instead, I leaned in just enough and whispered, "Next ti, lock the door."

And with that, I turned and walked out—my legs shaky, my heart racing, heat flooding every inch of my skin.

I continued walking, but the sound of him moaning my na refused to leave my head.

It echoed—over and over—until I felt like I was losing my grip on reality.

Even as I arrived at the pack house. Even as I smiled and exchanged greetings with a few people in the corridor. Even as I climbed the stairs, heading for the library, my mind was still there... with him.

"Hailee?" soone called, snapping out of it.

I blinked. "Yeah?"

"You okay?" Nadia, one of the ogas, tilted her head at with a curious look. "You’re kind of zoning out."

"Oh. Sorry. Just didn’t sleep much," I lied quickly, forcing a smile.

She smiled back, but it was the kind that said she didn’t believe for a second.

"Hey," she added, lowering her voice a little as she leaned closer, "Can you do a favor?"

"Sure," I said, grateful for the change of topic.

"Please help take this coffee to the third room on the second floor? Nathan’s cousin arrived late last night, and Alpha said to make sure he’s comfortable. I’m swamped trying to fix the kitchen ss before Alpha notices."

I froze. Nathan’s cousin?

"Oh... yeah. No problem," I said, masking my surprise as I took the tray from her hands. The cup rattled slightly—I didn’t know if it was from how she handed it to or how my fingers trembled a little.

"Third room, second floor," she reminded, already hurrying away toward the kitchen.

I glanced at the tray, took a slow breath, and climbed the stairs, wondering what Nathan’s cousin would be like.

I shook the thoughts of Callum away and focused on the hallway ahead.

Third room.

I reached the door and paused, staring at the polished wood for a second. My fingers curled around the tray a little tighter.

Then, I knocked gently.

A mont of silence.

Then a voice—which sounded like a throaty moan—answered, "Co.... in."

I frowned, confused, but turned the knob and stepped inside, unsure of what to expect... but more confused by the sudden quickening of my heartbeat.