Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Injured

Hailee’s POV

Panicked, I watched as Nathan brutally fought with warriors that were older and even more experienced than him. I could see his anger... his brutality... his strength... it was not shocking... Nathan was a good warrior... one of the best in our pack. Even at such a young age, he defeated warriors much older than him, but then fighting against four warriors was insane and especially since he wasn’t in his wolf form.

I gasped sharply as one of the warriors swung his blade and sliced across Nathan’s upper arm, deep and brutal. Blood spilled instantly, dark and hot, trailing down his skin like war paint. But Nathan didn’t even flinch. He twisted mid-motion, grabbed that same warrior by the throat, and with one solid punch to the gut and a swift elbow to the jaw, knocked him to the ground.

One down.

Three to go.

He turned back to the others, chest heaving. Rage burned in his eyes like fire. Another slash came—this time across his side. Another wound. Another gasp tore from my lips, my nails digging into the wall I was hiding behind.

Why wasn’t anyone stopping this?

Why was this still going on?

Just when I thought I’d scream, Beta Marcus’s voice finally rang out, cold and commanding from the edge of the field.

"Enough."

The remaining warriors stepped back immediately, panting and bruised, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and respect for Nathan.

Marcus raised a hand toward the healer who had been standing off to the side. "Heal him."

But before the healer could even approach, Nathan’s voice cut through the air—hoarse, low, furious.

"Don’t touch me."

He turned, his bloody hand raised in warning. The healer froze mid-step. Nathan spat to the side, wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, and glared at Marcus.

"Is that all?" he snarled. "Or there is more?"

"Nathan, you know it not my fault... it was Alpha’s orders—" Marcus began, but Nathan didn’t let him finish.

"Tell my father he can go to hell."

Then he turned around, shoulders squared, back straight despite his wounds, and walked off the field—leaving bloodied footprints behind him.

Where I stood, I didn’t know what to do... I thought of leaving now that I was sure he wasn’t dead, but I was somehow worried... he was deeply injured and refused to let the healer heal him... I knew he had a wolf and his wolf will help heal him, but that will take time compared to that of the healer help... God, why is he so stubborn.

My head screamed at me to leave. To walk away but my heart...

My heart wouldn’t let me move.

I bit my lip hard, torn between common sense and the aching worry that burned in my chest.

You shouldn’t care this much, I told myself. He’s not your problem.

But I was already turning around. Already sneaking along the side of the building, slipping through the training grounds quietly so I won’t be caught... I knew the pack house well enough—especially the back entrances.

My footsteps barely made a sound as I crept in and made my way toward the hallway that led to the Alpha family’s quarters.

My heart was pounding.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

But I was.

And no matter how many times I told myself to turn back, my feet kept moving.

Finally, I reached his door.

It was slightly ajar.

I paused outside, swallowing hard. For a moment, I thought about just peeking and leaving.

But then I heard a low, strangled grunt of pain from inside.

My hand moved before I could stop it.

I pushed the door open... and stepped inside.

Nathan was sitting at the edge of his bed, shirtless, blood still drying across his chest and arm. He was gripping a towel, pressing it roughly against one of the wounds, but it wasn’t helping. He was too shaky. Too angry. Too hurt.

He didn’t look up at first. Just muttered under his breath, "I said I don’t need a damn healer."

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