Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Blamed

Hailee’s POV

I stepped into the room, and my eyes instantly landed on Nathan. I gasped softly, my breath catching in my throat.

He was lying still on the white hospital bed, his chest rising and falling slowly, monitors beeping softly beside him.

He was shirtless, but there were no visible injuries on him. The healer must’ve done an amazing job healing him physically. But that didn’t matter. He was still... unconscious.

Pain and guilt wrapped around my chest like chains. My feet wouldn’t move, like my body knew I didn’t deserve to go any closer to him.

I just stood there, frozen, staring at him—wondering if I was the reason he ended up like this. Did my words hurt him that much? Was he so lost in pain that he didn’t even see the truck?

Tears filled my eyes again, blurring the sight of his peaceful, lifeless face. I tried to take a step forward. But then Clara stepped in front of me.

"And where do you think you’re going?" she spat, blocking my path.

Her eyes were burning with anger and pure, unfiltered hate.

"Clara, stop this," Luna Benita, Nathan’s mother, said gently from behind her. "This isn’t the time."

But Clara didn’t listen. She spun around to face her mother. "No! I won’t stop! You all keep acting like she’s innocent—but Nathan is in this bed because of her!"

I stood there, stunned, my lips parted in disbelief.

Clara pointed at me, her voice rising. "He saw the video. The one of her and Callum—making out. And the moment he did, he stormed out of the house and got in his car. And now he’s like this!"

Tears streamed down her face as her voice cracked. "If anything happens to my brother—I swear, I’ll kill her." freēwēbnovel.com

I blinked, more tears spilling down my cheeks. My hands shook. I felt hurt. Angry. Guilty.

"Enough," Dane said sharply, stepping in between us. His voice was cold and stern. "Clara, that’s enough. You don’t get to blame Hailee for this."

"She’s the reason he left!" Clara snapped.

Dane stepped closer. "No—Nathan made his own choice. Hailee didn’t tell him to leave the packhouse. Don’t throw your pain on her."

Clara glared at him, furious, but I couldn’t take it anymore. All of it—the stares, the guilt, the blame—it was too much. I turned and walked out of the room before anyone could say another word. I needed air. I needed to breathe.

I walked quickly down the hall, my vision blurred with tears. I didn’t stop. I didn’t look back. I just needed to get out of that room. Out of that hospital. Away from the voices. The judgment.

"Hailee!" Dane’s voice echoed behind me. I kept walking. "Hailee, wait!"

I pushed the front doors open and stepped into the cool evening air, sucking in a shaky breath. My legs carried me blindly across the parking lot, away from everyone, until I finally stopped near a quiet corner of the building. The wind brushed against my face, but it didn’t cool the storm inside me.

"Hailee," Dane’s voice came again, closer now. A second later, he reached me, stepping into view. His face was full of concern. "Are you okay?"

I couldn’t speak. I just stared at the ground, my hands shaking at my sides, my heart pounding like a drum. Everything was too much. Too loud. Too painful.

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