Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One
Chapter 37: His Punishment

Chapter 37: His Punishment

Hailee’s POV

"What do you want, Clara?" I asked, already sick of her and her little gang. My voice was flat, calm, but inside I was boiling.

She narrowed her eyes at me and stepped closer, her nose wrinkling like the very sight of me offended her. "I don’t know what stupid spell you cast on my brother, but it ends now," she spat, her tone laced with anger.

I scoffed, folding my arms tightly. "What makes you think I cast a spell on Nathan?"

"Because it’s obvious you did!" Kiara, one of her loyal little shadows, hissed beside her.

"Nathan would never be into an omega like you," she sneered. "You’re not even close to his level. So tell us, Hailee... what charm are you using? Because now it’s not just Nathan. It’s Callum, and Dane too. You really are desperate, huh?"

That was it.

I laughed—a sharp, humorless sound that echoed down the hallway. Then I stepped forward, slowly, until I was just inches from Clara’s face.

"You think I’m desperate?" I asked sweetly. "Oh, no, honey. Desperate is fucking anything in pants just to feel wanted."

Clara’s mouth fell open, and her friends gasped.

I didn’t stop.

"You think I’m using charms? Maybe guys are finally sick of chasing after plastic, stuck-up, self-obsessed rank chasers like you," I said, my voice rising. "At least I don’t spend my nights spreading my legs for anyone who smells like power."

Clara’s face turned red with anger.

"You may be an Alpha’s daughter, but you’re still just the school’s most popular whore," I added, my voice razor-sharp. "And the only thing more pathetic than you..."

I turned to her friends.

"...is the fact that half the guys in this school have already been inside the three of you. What’s it like, huh? Following behind Clara like flies on shit, hoping she leaves crumbs behind for you to chew on?"

Kiara and Bianca both looked like they’d been slapped.

But I didn’t care.

"You all walk around like royalty, but everyone knows the truth. You’re nothing but a group of overused, underloved, power-hungry little bitches who can’t stand the idea of someone not playing your game."

Silence.

Real, sharp, echoing silence.

Students had stopped in the hallway. Some stared with wide eyes. Others slowly backed away like they were watching a bomb seconds from going off.

Clara’s jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, shaking with rage.

"Don’t ever step in my way again," I finished, my voice cool as ice. "Because next time? I won’t just use words."

Then I brushed past her, shoulders squared, head held high, not bothering to look back. For a moment I thought they would attack me for a fight, but they didn’t, which was a very wise decision from them.

I didn’t bother going to the canteen; instead, I spotted a quiet place—the library. I picked up a book and tried to read, but I couldn’t. My thoughts were a mess. I kept worrying about Nathan and the punishment he must be going through. Why did he have to annoy his father? For several minutes, I kept worrying about Nathan.

What was happening to him? What kind of punishment was he going through? Was it because of me?

I pulled out my phone, hesitated for a second, then typed:

Hi... are you okay?

I stared at the message for a while, hoping the typing dots would appear. They didn’t.

Minutes passed.

Still nothing.

My chest tightened, and the worry clawed deeper into my gut. I bit my lip and quickly messaged Lila.

Hey, I’m leaving school early. Can you bring my bag home for me?

She replied almost instantly.

Sure. Everything okay?

I didn’t answer.

I stood, grabbed my hoodie, and quietly left the library. On my way out, I stopped at the school gate and gave the guard my best excuse.

"Sorry, sir. An emergency came up. I need to go—family stuff."

He looked unsure for a second but eventually nodded. "Alright, but be careful."

I nodded and walked off fast, my heart pounding in my chest.

I needed to see Nathan.

I couldn’t rest until I knew he was okay. I figured if anyone saw me, I could say I was just visiting my mom.

The moment I got to the pack house, I exchanged smiles and polite greetings with a few servants on duty.

"Hi," I said to one of the maids, "I’m just here to check on my mom."

They nodded with small smiles and let me in.

The familiar scent of spices hit me as I stepped into the kitchen. And there she was—my mother, standing by the stove, humming lightly as she stirred a pot.

"Mom," I said softly.

She turned, surprised. "Hailee? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in school?"

"I—uh—I needed to ask you something," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Have you seen Nathan today?"

Her brows pulled together. "Nathan? Why do you ask?"

"Please, Mom," I begged, my voice cracking just slightly. "Please tell me. I’m really worried."

She gave me a long look, then sighed, her shoulders falling. "I think... I think he’s being punished. I overheard Beta Marcus saying something to Alpha Dominic about the training ground."

My heart skipped. "Training ground?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes. They’re using the Swoading method."

My stomach dropped.

No. Not that.

Without another word, I turned and rushed out the back door, ignoring her calling after me. I ran down the hall and ducked behind one of the stone walls overlooking the private warrior training field.

And there he was.

Nathan.

Sweat dripped down his face, his chest rising and falling rapidly, blood trailing from a cut across his cheek. His bare body was full of scratches. Three warriors surrounded him, circling like wolves stalking prey. But he didn’t look scared—rather, he attacked.

I covered my mouth with my hand as I watched. He was fast, brutal, strong—but he was hurting. Every hit he took made me flinch. Every attack he threw seemed to cost him more strength.

And the worst part?

Beta Marcus added a fourth warrior.