The Alpha's Four Hidden Heirs (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 76

**Chapter 76**

**NATALIE.**

+10 Fine Points.

What on earth is he thinking? No, no, no! My heart raced as I watched Samuel snarl at Hans, his body taut with tension, ready to provoke a fight. I had specifically asked him to hold back, to restrain himself and not escalate the situation.

I desperately tried to catch his gaze, hoping he would see the calmness in my eyes, the reassurance that I was indeed fine. But his focus was unwavering, locked onto Hans, who was clearly losing control.

Samuel stood there in a crisp white tracksuit, his figure illuminated as golden sunlight cascaded over him, creating an almost ethereal glow. Yet, despite the warmth of the sun, the intensity radiating from him was anything but inviting. He embodied the essence of an Alpha King, towering over everyone like a formidable mountain, commanding respect and fear in equal measure.

“So what if you’re Alpha Samuel Bowers? Unhand me! That is my wife! I will not let Yana be in danger!” Hans’s voice was a mix of desperation and fury, his eyes wide with panic. The veins around his eyes pulsed red, a manifestation of his emotional turmoil. In a sudden burst of aggression, he swung his fist toward Samuel, each punch fueled by sheer determination.

Hans was giving it everything he had, but Samuel was like a shadow, effortlessly dodging every strike. I could see the shock on Hans’s face as he realized his attempts were futile, a mix of anger and disbelief washing over him.

Samuel remained steadfast, a protective barrier between Hans and me. His presence was reassuring, and as I noticed he had Hans firmly held in place, I turned my attention back to Yana, the urgency of the moment pulling me away from the chaos around us.

I carefully unzipped Yana’s tracksuit, gently pulling her arm free from the sleeves. My hands moved with purpose as I began to insert the needles into her acupuncture points, aiming to stimulate her blood circulation. Each needle was placed with precision, my focus unwavering despite the turmoil surrounding us.

Just then, the doctor from the infirmary rushed over, her face a mask of concern, clearly hoping to take over my position. I shot her a fierce glare, my voice sharp as I commanded, “Don’t move.”

The doctor froze, her eyes wide with shock at my tone. I could see the hesitation in her stance; she understood that any disruption could jeopardize Yana’s recovery.

In moments like this, I didn’t have the luxury of debating ethics or methodologies. My sole focus was saving Yana, and the weight of that responsibility pressed heavily on my shoulders. Yet, amidst the chaos, I felt an unexpected warmth in my heart knowing that Samuel had complete faith in my abilities. That thought softened my resolve, and I continued my work, determined to bring Yana back to safety.

After what felt like an eternity, Hans was clearly exhausted, his energy waning, but still, he fought against Samuel’s grip, refusing to give up.

Cough! Cough!

A smile crept onto my face at his words. It felt like fate had intertwined our paths, and if I hadn’t accepted the children’s invitation to their open day, I feared Yana might not have survived.

I turned to leave, aware that my actions had drawn attention, and I preferred to fade into the background. Samuel and his children followed closely behind me.

“Natalie! You were incredible just now!” Franklin exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “You know how to heal people? Can you teach me? I want to learn!”

Sophia looked equally starstruck, her sweet voice chiming in, “Me too!”

I glanced at them, a giggle escaping my lips as their faces lit up with excitement, reminiscent of Xavier and Clayton. They had never shown interest in medicine—one loved computers while the other was drawn to acting. It was a surprise to see Franklin and Sophia so eager to learn.

Yet, the rule my grandfather had instilled was clear: only the descendants of the Bayer family could inherit these medicinal skills. Despite my fondness for both children, I knew I couldn’t share my knowledge with them, as they were not connected to me by blood.

“I’m sorry, Sophia, Franklin, but I can’t teach you,” I replied gently, a hint of regret in my voice.