Hailee’s POV
Everyone rushed to Nathan, overjoyed that he was okay. My mother moved quickly to my side and held me tightly. Luckily, she did—because I was so weak, I might’ve collapsed without her support.
Nathan, still the center of everyone’s attention, suddenly locked eyes with me. I could see the concern burning in his gaze.
"Hailee... are you okay? You’re... you’re sweating," he said, voice full of worry.
Immediately, everyone turned to look at me.
"She’s fine," my mother answered quickly, tightening her hold on me. "She’s just shaken by the accusation. That’s all."
Before anyone could speak further, the door burst open. Two guards stepped in, dragging a terrified Ariella between them.
The moment Nathan saw her, something changed. His entire body tensed. He stepped off the bed with sudden strength, anger written all over his face. Without a word, he stormed toward her.
When he reached her, he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall.
Everyone gasped.
But no one moved to stop him.
"You bitch!" Nathan growled, his voice filled with disgust. "How dare you try to use a love spell on me?!"
Ariella trembled in his grip, gasping for air, her eyes wide with fear. "I–I don’t know what you’re talking about—"
"LIE to me again," Nathan snarled, tightening his hold, "and I swear, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life."
Her lips trembled. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for help—but no one came.
"Okay! Okay! I did it!" she cried out finally. "I did it!"
Nathan dropped her suddenly, and she collapsed to the floor, gasping for air and holding her neck.
"Why?" Nathan demanded coldly. "Why would you do something so disgusting?"
Ariella’s voice shook as she spoke, still sitting on the floor. "Because I love you, Nathan! I didn’t want to be just some fling. I wanted more... I thought if I used the spell, you’d see me differently. You’d want me."
Nathan’s face darkened with disgust.
"You’ll never be anything more than what you already were," he said coldly. "You’re not the one I want. You never were."
Ariella broke into sobs, but Nathan didn’t even look at her again.
His eyes returned to me—and his brows creased instantly.
I couldn’t even stand properly anymore. My head was spinning, and my body felt too heavy.
"Hailee—" he started.
"We need to go," my mother interrupted. "Hailee wasn’t feeling well before she was brought here."
"Oh, we are sorry about that," Nathan’s mom apologized.
Nathan’s eyes didn’t leave me. "I’ll drive you," he said firmly.
But before he could take another step, Alpha Dominic stepped forward. "No, Nathan," he said sharply. "You’re just recovering. You shouldn’t be driving anywhere."
"But—"
"No," his father interrupted again, this time more gently. "Let the guards take them. You need to rest."
Nathan looked torn, his jaw clenched and fists tight at his sides, but in the end, he didn’t argue.
He turned to one of the guards. "Make sure they get home safely," he said, his voice low but commanding. "Don’t leave until they’re inside."
The guard nodded quickly. "Yes, Alpha."
My mother nodded once in thanks, then helped me toward the door. My legs felt like jelly, but I managed to walk with her support.
As we passed Nathan, his hand brushed mine lightly—just a gentle touch—but it sent a warmth through my chest that made my breath hitch.
"Rest, Hailee, I’ll see you tomorrow," he whispered.
I gave a weak nod, too tired to say a word.
And then we left the room.
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