Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

Chapter 27

Chapter 27 Bailey

I rushed through the hospital doors, my heart racing, my mind full of worry for the man | had begun to grow

ssort of affection for. My eyes settled on one of the pack doctors, and | smiled. politely, hoping they could

help me. “Hi, is Harley here?” | asked.

“The warrior that was brought in?” he asked me, and | nodded, fearful he was about to tellthe worst.

“Second floor, though I think he is still in the theater, but his parents are there.”

“Is he okay?” | asked.

“I can’t share any information, | am afraid, but | am sure if you speak with his parents they may be able to

update you.” the doctor nodded toward me, before walking further along the corridor. | assumed in doing so, he

was tellinghe was done talking to me. So, | turned around and made my way to the stairs and tried to gather

scomposure to talk to Harley's parents. | don’t even think | know them. | mean, yes, we are all from the

spack, but it doesn’t mean | pay to every family here. At social events, | did all | could to avoid people...

attention

“Bailey?” a shaky voice greetedthe moment | walked through the doors at the top of the stairs.

| looked up to be greeted by a tall, dark-haired man, his features so similar to Harley's there was no denying he

was his father. | smiled. “Hi.”

“Thanks for coming sweetheart.” A smaller, dark-haired woman spoke as she stood from her seat at the edge of

the corridor. Her face looked understandably drained. | cannot imagine the emotions she must be experiencing

right now with her son in there. There is still no word from the theater.”

My heart dropped at her words. | hoped he would be out of surgery by now. Though, why his parents would have

been out in the corridor if that was the case, | don’t know... | just hoped that they might know even a little

something. Know that he would be okay. The wait is killing me, so | can’t begin to imagine what it must be doing

to them.....

“What happened? Do they know? | didn’t know there had been any rogue alerts.” | said quietly.

Harley’s Dad raised his brows towards his mate and nodded at me. “No,either. That is what makes no sense

to me. But, that is what the Alpha boys said when they found him in the forest whilst on a run.”

The thudding of my heart must have been loud enough to hear, and | swear it becten times. louder at the

mention of the Davenport sons. The sons of our Alpha. Was this him saying Milest and Ellis found him? Both of

them? They worked together to attack him... | would not put attacking Harley past Miles. In fact, my suspicion

had been that it was likely that that was what had happened. He had seemed irate earlier when we were all

together, though | had assumed hist had been more directed atas usual. Perhaps | had misread it, and he

was just as furious. with Harley or something else had occurred that | was unaware of. But, | thought better of

Ellis. My mind once again drifted over the possibilities. No. | can’t believe he would do that. Surely not.

anger

“Miles and Ellis found him?” | stuttered, my voice more than a little shaky.

“It was a good thing too, or else he could have died out there.” Harley’s Mum tells me, and | can see the relief on

her face. Hmm, | wouldn't wonder if that was the plan....

“His injuries were so severe his wolf was struggling to heal him. Ellis rushed him here.” Harley's Dad told me,

and this was beginning to make a little more sense now. Was it that they had tried to teach Harley a lesson and

Miles had taken it too far? Whatever it was, it seemed Ellis had been the reason he was still alive right now.

Because | have no doubt in my mind that Miles would not have brought him here for help if it had been left to

him.

| feel anger flowing through me, but try hard to look as calm as | can for the sake of Harley's parents. They do

not need to know the things going through my mind. They do not need to question if the person they believe

played a part in saving their son may in fact be the real reason he was in fact laid her to begin with. | have had a

block on mindlinks to Miles all day, but | am so tempted to unblock him to demand answers about what he had

done to my friend. Just as | am about to, a door to the left of where we were standing opens and a doctor in

scrubs walks out, he looks to Harley's parents with a concerned expression and a sense of unease passes over

me.

He is gone, isn't he? Harley has had his life snat ched away from him all because he was friends with me... | feel

tears pric kling in my eyes, while | see the doctor move a little closer to Harley's parents. It feels like thas

slowed down. Like it is moving in slow motion. A sense so horr end ous | wish | could stop it. | feel sick. Why do

things like this happen?

“l am pleased to say we have managed to control the bleeding both externally and internally. The next 24 hours

will be critical. But | hope we have done enough.” The doctor tells Harley's parents, and | see his Mum sobbing,

throwing herself into the arms of her mate, relief etched across both of their faces. | hated that | was the cause

of their pain. | imagine they would not wanthere if they knew their son had been injured because of me.

Because, no matter how else | viewed this, Harley had been injured by Miles because of his connection to me. It

had to be....

“Can we see him?” Harley's Mum asked.

“Of course, we have taken him up to a room in the ICU.” The doctor tells them, and | smile at her.

“I will leave you to spend stwith him. | am glad he will be okay.” | said, at barely a whisper.

“Oh, no, Bailey, you must cand sit with him, he would be happier knowing you are there. too.” She tells me,

reaching for my hand like she needs reassurance. | would feel bad if | didn’t go now. So | smile, and do the

decent thing and follow the two of them into the room the doctor leads them to.

It feels as though my breath has been knocked from my body as | see Harley's battered body laid within the

hospital bed. His handsface was now covered in bruises and deep cuts. Bandages adorn various parts of his

body that could be seen above the blanket that lightly covered his body. He looked like he had been through a

war. Not attacked by a rogue. | heard Harley’s Mum gasp as she burst into tears, and | too had to fight the tears

that were threatening. He did not deserve this. He looked broken. He may be a warrior, but an unsuspected

attack, and one | believe cfrom an Alpha, and he would stand no chance.

“Oh Harley!” his Mum was holding his hand, leaning over the bed, as she sobbed, softly stroking his hair back

from his head. “What did they do to you baby?”

Harley’s Dad stood quietly observing. His face a mask of bravery. He, too, a warrior, was likely used to seeing

severe injuries, but | doubt nothing prepares you for seeing your own son bruised. and broken, lying in a hospital

bed close to death.

‘Bailey?’ my Dad suddenly mindlinked. ‘Where are you?”

‘At the hospital visiting Harley. He had been attacked. Why?’ | responded, feeling a little rude when Harley's

parents were clearly struggling to see their son this way.

Jordan just messaged while stopping for fuel. Tellingto talk to you urgently. | am in my office if you want to

drop by?” he tells me. ‘Or do you want to leave it?’

| looked to Harley lying in the hospital bed. The damage that | know Miles had to have played a part in. And see

his parents barely keeping it together. | knew what | had to do. ‘Ok.’ | responded.

“Erm, | am sorry, | am struggling right now.” | explained to Harley's parents. “And | think it is important you both

have stalone with your boy. So, maybe it would be better forto give you sspace for a little bit.

But, do you mind if | cback a little later? I still want to spend twith Harley. Make sure he is okay. Let him

know | am here for him.”

“Of course sweetheart.” Harley’s Mum glanced up from next to his bed with a sad smile. “He would appreciate

that.”

| nodded, and walked out of the room, knowing now I had something important to do. | just hope that Jordan was

right, and that my Dad believed me. If not, | didn’t know what | was going to do. But, one way or another, Miles

needed to be made to pay for all the wrongs he had done...

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