Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 47

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Chapter 47: Critical Condition

Dane’s POV

My breath caught in my chest when I saw Nathan’s wrecked car crushed along the side of the road.

"No! No! Nathan, no," Hailee screamed in pain.

I swallowed hard and held back my emotions as I sped past it. I wanted to yell out in pain too—but I couldn’t break down. Not now. Not in front of her. We needed to get to the hospital. Fast. So I pushed the gas harder, my jaw locked tight, my heart slamming violently against my ribs.

"I should’ve followed him," she cried under her breath. "I should’ve known he wasn’t okay."

Hailee turned to me, her face pale and soaked with tears. "Do you think... do you think he’s—"

"No," I cut in firmly, even if I wasn’t sure myself. "He’s not. Nathan’s strong. He’s still fighting. He has to be."

She nodded weakly, hugging herself tighter like she was trying to hold her world together. The rest of the drive was filled with the silent sobs of Hailee.

The moment we reached the pack hospital, I slammed the brakes and parked. Hailee and I jumped out of the car, not even bothering to shut the doors. Guards were everywhere—lined up outside the entrance, speaking into radios, their faces grim and tense. The air was thick with panic and fear.

"What’s going on?" I asked one of them.

He quickly stepped aside and pointed toward the right wing. "Emergency room. Nathan is already inside. They just brought him in."

Without wasting a second, Hailee and I took off running. Our footsteps echoed through the corridor as we rushed through the halls. Nurses and healers moved quickly, doctors shouted orders, machines beeped... it was chaos. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

And then we turned a corner—and froze. The hallway was filled with familiar faces. Uncle Dominic and his wife... his Beta, a few elders. All of them standing there, waiting. The energy was heavy—like grief was already crawling through the walls.

Clara stood near the end of the hall, her arms crossed, pacing. Her eyes locked on Hailee, and her expression twisted with frustration.

"What is she doing here?" Clara snapped.

Before Hailee could even speak, I stepped in front of her protectively. "She’s with me," I said, my voice cold and firm. "Don’t start, Clara. Not now."

Clara scowled but didn’t say anything else. She looked away with a huff. Hailee was still trembling beside me, her breaths short and unsteady. I glanced down and saw her arms wrapped tightly around herself, like she was holding back a breakdown.

Without thinking, I gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me, her eyes red and glistening with fresh tears.

"He’ll be fine," I said softly, trying to offer something—anything—that might comfort her. But the way she looked at me told me my words weren’t enough. She didn’t believe it. And honestly... I wasn’t sure I did either.

Her knees buckled slightly, so I guided her toward one of the chairs lined up against the wall and helped her sit. I sat beside her, my hand still resting lightly on her back.

We waited. And waited. Time felt like it had stopped. The hallway was quiet except for the occasional murmurs from the others. No one dared to speak above a whisper. All eyes stayed fixed on the double doors of the emergency room.