Claimed by the Alpha's Love (Tori and Lucas) novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Lucas’s POV:

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The Maybach shot through Moonhaven’s streets like a silver bullet.

I weaved through traffic, cutting corners and running red lights. The half our journey to the hospital was shrunk to fifteen minutes under my desperate driving.

She can’t die. She can’t die. She can’t die.

The mantra repeated in my head over and over again.

Duke was howling inside my mind, a primal sound of pure anguish that reflected the terror gripping my heart.

Each second felt like torture.

As I screeched into the hospital parking lot, the ambulance carrying Tori ad just arrived. The emergency bay doors were thrown open, and

medical staff rushed forward to meet it.

My eyes locked onto the gurney being wheeled rapidly through the sliding doors. Morgan was there, her face streaked with tears as she ran

alongside the stretcher, her hands clutching Tori’s limp one.

I quickly jumped out of my car, not even bothering to turn off the engine, and sprinted toward them.

The sight of Tori’s face, which just this morning had been so full of life, now lay motionless and blood-stained on the stretcher, sent a physical

pain through my chest.

Her black hair was matted with blood, and her eyes were tightly shut.

“What happened?” I demanded, my voice a barely controlled growl as I fell into step with the medical team.

My fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white, and I could feel Duke’s rage surging through me, threatening to break my human façade.

The scent of Tori’s blood made my vision flicker red around the edges as they rushed her inside.

“Tell me exactly what happened. Now.”

“A-alpha, Morgan stammered, her expression a mixture of relief and distress.

“We were-after school-walking to the café where she works. And then-She broke off, a sob catching in her throat. “A car just came out of

nowhere, straight at us. Tori pushed me out of the way. She pushed me

Morgan’s voice cracked, words tumbling out incoherently.

‘One second we were laughing about something stupid, and the next-St shook her head. The car was aiming for us, Lucas. It wasivt an

accident. It swerved toward us.”

A cold rage settled in my bones at her words. My wolf snarled, demanding

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Chapter 37

“Lucas?”

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I turned to see Matthew Howard approaching, his brow furrowed in conce. He’d clearly been in the middle of his rounds, stethoscope around

his neck and chart in hand.

“Are you injured?” he asked, his eyes quickly scanning me for signs of trauma.

I shook my head, struggling to find my voice through the haze of anger and fear. “Not me. It’s Tori Sullivan. Car accident. Just brought in.”

The casual concern on Matthew’s face immediately transformed into professional focus. His entire demeanor shifted as he handed his chart to a

nearby nurse.

“Where is she now?” he asked, already moving toward the emergency bay.

“They just wheeled her in,” I said, following him as he quickened his pace. There’s blood… her head and her leg…”

Matthew nodded curtly. “I’ll take a look at her right away.”

He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“Try not to catastrophize, Lucas. ”

Morgan, who had been trailing behind us, suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Matthew’s arm.

“Please, Dr. Howard,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “You have to save her. Please…”

Matthew’s expression softened slightly as he gently extracted his arm from Morgan’s grip, patting her hand.

“Let’s not assume the worst, okay? She might not be as badly hurt as you fear,” he said, his tone gentle but firm. “I’ll do everything I can for

her, I promise.”

He gave my shoulder another quick pat before moving with purpose toward the emergency room doors.

The double doors swung shut behind them, leaving Morgan and me in the sterile hallway.

I stood there, staring at those doors, feeling more helpless than I ever had in my life. As Alpha, I was accustomed to control, to having the

power to fix problems, to protect my pack.

But now, when it mattered most, there was nothing I could do but wait.

The next two hours were the longest of my life.

Morgan paced the waiting area while I sat motionless, every muscle in my body tense. Duke’s distress mirrored my own, our shared

consciousness fixated on the sense of Tori beyond those doors.

I could feel her faintly, like a distant heartbeat. The mate bond between, though unclaimed and incomplete, provided the thinnest thread of

connection.

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