Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 495

Chapter 495: The Mate He Is Refusing

Calvin’s POV

FOUR YEARS BACK

The morning had been peaceful until I looked up from my plate.

Nora was standing across the table, holding a tray, serving breakfast like a maid. The sight made something inside me snap. My wolf growled low in my head, his anger rising just as sharply as mine. She was more like a friend to Olivia, so why was she serving us breakfast?

My chair scraped the floor as I stood. "Who asked you to serve breakfast?"

Every eye at the table turned toward me. Nora froze mid-motion, her hands trembling slightly as she held the jug of milk.

"I—"

"You are not a maid," I cut her off sharply, my voice dropping low, commanding. "You’re a guest in this house. Know your place. Get out."

The silence that followed was heavy. Even Mother paused mid-bite, her eyes flicking from me to Nora with quiet suspicion.

Nora looked at me—no, through me—with those soft hazel eyes that had haunted my dreams for months. I could see the flicker of hurt behind her calm expression, but she bowed slightly and turned to leave without a word.

The moment she disappeared through the door, I realized my hands were shaking.

Mother’s tone was gentle but probing. "Calvin," she said, her brow arching slightly. "That was rather harsh. What exactly did that girl do to make you so angry?"

I clenched my jaw. I didn’t answer. How could I tell her that every time I saw Nora, my pulse quickened—that every night, I dreamt of touching her, kissing her, claiming her? That the reason I was angry wasn’t because she was serving us but because her presence rattled me.

My wolf scoffed inside me. "All this is on you. You’re the one refusing the bond."

"Shut up," I muttered under my breath.

He growled back. "You think ignoring it will make it go away? She’s your mate, Calvin. You can smell her in your soul."

I shut my eyes, forcing a deep breath, trying to drown the voice. But even then, her scent lingered—sweet jasmine with a hint of rain. It pulled at something primal inside me.

Mother was still watching. "You seem... unsettled," she observed softly. "Is there something I should know about this girl?"

I shook my head quickly. "No, Mother. Nothing."

But she didn’t look convinced. Her lips curved slightly, the way they always did when she sensed I was hiding something.

I grabbed my cup, downed the rest of my drink, and rose from the table. "If you’ll excuse me, I have things to attend to."

As I left the dining room, my wolf continued. "You can lie to her, to yourself, to everyone... but you can’t lie to me."

I stopped in the hallway, hands clenched. "I don’t want her," I hissed under my breath.

My wolf’s low laugh echoed inside my mind. "Then why does her name make your heart race?"

I didn’t answer. I just kept walking, but deep down, I knew the truth I didn’t want to face.

I managed to keep my distance from Nora for the rest of the morning, though every time I caught even a whiff of her scent, my wolf stirred restlessly inside me. I told myself it was better this way. It was better I kept my distance so I wouldn’t get my heart broken for the second time. I may have survived the first heartbreak, but this? I couldn’t.

But that peace didn’t last.

Just after midday, Lolita came running into my office, her face bright and a little too cheerful for my liking. "Alpha Calvin," she said, breathless but smiling. "Olivia sent word. She wants me and Nora to return to the Full Moon Pack immediately. We’ll be leaving tomorrow."

The words hit me like a blow to the chest.

Leaving.

Tomorrow.

Nora... gone.

I blinked slowly, forcing my voice to stay even. "Olivia wants you both back?"

Lolita nodded eagerly. "Yes. She said she’s pregnant! She needs us."

I was shocked about Olivia being pregnant. In fact, that didn’t bother me. What bothered me was this news.

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. My chest felt too tight. It shouldn’t have mattered. If anything, this should have been good news. Out of sight meant out of mind. That was what I told myself every time I caught my thoughts wandering toward her.

But the truth? The thought of her leaving made something ugly twist inside me.

I turned back to my desk, pretending to shuffle through some papers. "When exactly did she say you’d leave?"

"Tomorrow morning," Lolita repeated. "After breakfast."

Tomorrow. That soon.

My wolf’s voice slithered through my head, amused and taunting. "So she’s really going. You should be happy."

But I wasn’t.

"Tell her you guys can’t leave yet," I said suddenly.

Lolita blinked. "What?"

I looked up at her, keeping my tone sharp and authoritative. "It’s not safe."

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