Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 99

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**
**Chapter 99**

**Damien’s POV**

The moment I stepped back onto my pack’s territory, I was intercepted by one of my enforcers. His expression was grave, and I felt a shiver of dread creep over me as he delivered the shocking news.

“Ethan has collapsed and is currently in the hospital.”

Usually, the esteemed Dr. Wyatt, along with her medical team, would take the time to traverse the distance between our packs, a process that kept things organized and avoided the hassle of inspections for vehicles. However, now that we were firmly back on my territory and an emergency had arisen, there was no time to waste on protocol.

The enforcers had anticipated my urgency, and a fleet of cars was already prepared, engines idling in readiness. I could feel the tension in the air as we piled into the vehicles, the urgency of the situation pressing down on us like a heavy weight. Dr. Wyatt was with me in the backseat, her demeanor serious as we sped towards the hospital.

“He just collapsed?” I asked, my voice laced with concern. “Was it some kind of attack?”

The enforcer, his brow furrowed with worry, replied, “I don’t think so, Alpha. He was on his way home and just fell right at his doorstep. His sister found him.”

“Do we have any information on what caused this?” Dr. Wyatt inquired, her professional tone unwavering as she pressed for details. “What did the initial tests reveal?”

“I’m not entirely sure, Doctor. I apologize,” the enforcer admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. “But Claire mentioned that he clutched his chest when he went down.”

Dr. Wyatt’s expression was unreadable, her face a mask of calm, yet I could see a flicker of concern in her eyes. The lack of further questions made my stomach churn with unease.

“Do you think it could be his heart?” I ventured, my voice barely above a whisper.

She turned to me, her gaze steady. “Let’s hope not.”

Werewolves are known for their resilience; our healing abilities are so robust that ailments often vanish before we even realize they’ve taken hold. Even severe injuries like broken bones typically mend within an hour, and minor cuts heal almost instantaneously. Hospitals, in our world, are primarily for the elderly or those whose healing abilities have waned.

Ethan, as far as I knew, was a healthy young werewolf in his twenties. For him to suffer a collapse of this magnitude suggested something far more serious was at play.

As we arrived at the hospital, Dr. Wyatt and her team rushed ahead with purpose, while I lingered in the waiting room alongside a few of my enforcers. The atmosphere was thick with anxiety, and I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me.

Ethan’s parents were already there, their faces etched with worry. They greeted me with a mix of relief and apprehension. His mother explained, “We had to insist that Claire go home to rest. She was beside herself.”

I felt a twinge of selfish relief at not having to deal with Claire’s emotional turmoil at that moment. Recently, she had become increasingly dependent on my presence, seeking more from me than I was ready to give. I respected her dedication to the pack, but I couldn’t fathom why she needed me so desperately.

But now was not the time to dwell on such thoughts.

I spent some time with Ethan’s parents, offering what comfort I could, until Dr. Wyatt emerged from the emergency room. Her face was still expressionless, but there was a new intensity in her eyes that hadn’t been there during our ride. She approached us with a somber air.

“We’ve stabilized him for now,” she announced, her voice steady but tinged with gravity. “However, I’m afraid he’s far from out of danger. His heart has significantly weakened, which has slowed his healing factor. It’s not repairing itself.”

“What can we do?” Ethan’s father asked, desperation evident in his tone.

“For the moment, we need to keep him safe and comfortable,” Dr. Wyatt replied. “We will search for a specialist.” She gestured for a nurse to come closer. “Perhaps you’d like to see him? He’s not conscious, but hearing your voices might help.”

“Thank you,” Ethan’s parents responded, their voices trembling with gratitude.

As they followed the nurse down the corridor, Dr. Wyatt turned to me. “Alpha, may I have a word?”

I hesitated, watching as Ethan’s parents disappeared from view. A sense of helplessness washed over me, gnawing at my insides. I loathed feeling so powerless. Ethan was my Beta, and yet I felt as if there was nothing I could do to help him.

Dr. Wyatt waited patiently until we were alone, her expression softening slightly. “I know of a specialist in werewolf cardiology,” she said, her voice low.

“Why didn’t you mention this before?” I asked, confusion flooding my mind. Why would she withhold such vital information from Ethan’s parents?

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