Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One
Chapter 50: Suspect

Chapter 50: Suspect

Hailee’s POV

I jumped out of my bed, my eyes drifting to the wall clock. It was past 7 p.m. Without wasting a second, I grabbed the first jacket I could find and threw it over myself. My heart pounded—not from the rush, but from fear. Deep, soul-gripping fear. That dream... It wasn’t just a dream. I knew it wasn’t. My dreams never were. They were always signs. Warnings. And this one felt worse than any I’d ever had.

I flew down the stairs, thankful that Mom’s door was shut. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t explain. I slipped out of the house and slammed the door behind me. The cold air wrapped around me, biting at my skin—but I didn’t care. I ran. I ran like my life depended on it. Or his.

The streets were quiet, the streetlights casting long shadows around me, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My feet hit the pavement hard and fast, my breath catching, my chest tight with panic. I didn’t even realize how far I’d come until I saw the glowing sign of the hospital in the distance.

When I pushed through the glass doors, a nurse turned sharply, startled to see me. A doctor raised a brow in surprise.

"Miss? Visiting hours are—"

But I didn’t stop. I rushed past them, my legs carrying me toward the hall I’d memorized earlier. I got to Nathan’s floor and saw two guards standing outside his room.

One of them stepped in my path. "You can’t go in right now—"

"Please," I panted. "I just... I need to see him. I had a feeling—something’s wrong. I swear I won’t do anything crazy. I just need to make sure he’s okay."

They exchanged a look, hesitating. Something in my voice—maybe the desperation—got to them. After a second, one of them gave a reluctant nod and stepped aside.

I didn’t wait. I pushed the door open and walked in quickly. There he was. Still lying there, unconscious. But something felt different. I rushed to his side and gently placed my hand on his bare chest, right over his heart. It was now or never. I could feel the flicker of energy rising inside me, my ability ready to surface. I closed my eyes, ready to call it forward...

Suddenly the door burst open.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Clara’s voice sliced through the air like a blade.

I froze. Before I could even turn, Nathan’s body jerked violently under my hand. The machines beeped rapidly.

Clara screamed. "DOCTORS! HELP!" She ran out, shouting down the hall. "I don’t know what she did to him, but I saw her! She touched him! She did something!"

I stood there, paralyzed. My mouth opened—but no words came out. I couldn’t tell them. I couldn’t let anyone know about my ability.

Moments later, the room flooded with doctors and healers. One of them gently pushed me back. Another shouted orders. A nurse began checking his vitals.

"Everyone out!" a healer commanded. "Now!"

Clara gave me a glare full of suspicion and disgust before stepping back. I hesitated... but eventually backed away. I didn’t want to leave him. But I had no choice.

I stepped into the hallway as the door slammed shut behind me. I didn’t know how long I stood there, staring at the door. Seconds? Minutes? Then I heard rushed footsteps—several of them.

I turned just in time to see Alpha Dominic and Luna Benita round the corner, their expressions frantic.

"What happened?" Luna Benita asked, her voice high and panicked. "We got a call—Nathan’s vitals spiked?"

Before I could speak, Clara pointed straight at me.

"It was her," she snapped. "She did something to him. I walked in and saw her with her hand on his chest—and the moment she touched him, he started jerking like he was dying!"

My mouth fell open. "That’s not what happened—"

"Then what were you doing?" Alpha Dominic asked, his voice calm but cold, controlled but demanding. "Why were you in his room, Hailee?"

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

"I..." I hesitated, then took a breath. "I had a dream. A really bad one. I just—I felt like something was wrong. I came to check on him, and when I placed my hand on his chest, he started reacting. I didn’t do anything else. I swear."

Clara scoffed. "A dream?" She turned to her parents. "You really believe that? That’s the best lie she could come up with?"

"I’m not lying," I said firmly, my voice cracking at the edges.

The hallway went quiet. Thick with tension. The kind of silence that screams louder than words.

Luna Benita looked torn—her eyes jumping from Clara to me, uncertainty shadowing her features. Alpha Dominic, on the other hand, was unreadable. His stare bore through me like he was trying to see right into my soul.

And still... no one said a word. Because deep down—No one knew what to believe.

We all stood outside Nathan’s door panicking as they worked on him. The hallway was dead silent except for the occasional beep from machines behind the door—and the pounding of my heart.

And me? I was silently praying. Begging. Please be okay. Please don’t die. Because if anything happened to Nathan... I’d never be able to forgive myself. And I knew what would happen next. The fingers would point. All of them... at me.

Luna Benita stood not far from me, her face pale, drained of all color. Tears rolled quietly down her cheeks as she stared at the door. Alpha Dominic stood with his hands clenched into fists, eyes locked on the wall like it held all the answers. Clara, on the other hand, stood across from me, her arms crossed tightly as she shot daggers my way—burning with blame, suspicion, and hate.

I didn’t look away. I just... stood there.

Then suddenly—The door opened.

We all jumped. The healer stepped out, her expression unreadable, and instantly, we were all on our feet, rushing toward her.

"How is he?" Luna Benita asked quickly, her voice trembling. "Is he...?"

The healer took a soft breath and nodded.

"It was a close one," she said. "But we got lucky. He’s stable now. He’s going to be fine."

A wave of relief hit me. Luna Benita collapsed into Alpha Dominic’s arms, crying in relief. Even Clara’s stiff shoulders slumped slightly, though her glare never left me. And for the first time since I arrived, I allowed myself to breathe. He’s okay. He’s alive.

But the relief didn’t last long. Alpha Dominic turned toward me slowly. His cold, stern eyes met mine.

"I don’t want to see you in this hospital again," he said firmly. "Do you understand?"

I stiffened, my lips parting, but no words came out.

"I mean it, Hailee," he continued, not unkindly, but with no room for argument. "Stay away."

I felt hurt but I didn’t argue. I just nodded slowly and turned away. With a broken heart, I left the hospital, and with heavy feet, I made my way back home. Alpha Dominic’s words echoed in my head over and over.

"I don’t want to see you in this hospital again."

I knew he wasn’t being cruel. He was being protective. A father scared for his son. Still, it hurt. I blink back tears as I reach the sidewalk. Streetlamps flickered above me. The wind howled softly in the distance. I turned into a narrow corner path—one that would lead me through the shortcut back to my house.

But just as I stepped forward—A rough hand clamped over my mouth. I let out a muffled scream, my eyes wide in shock. Another set of arms grabbed me from behind.

I kicked. I thrashed. But they were strong. Too strong. Panic surged through me like wildfire. I tried to scream again, but all that came out was a muffled cry against the hand that refused to let go. Suddenly I was being dragged—backwards—into the woods behind the street.