Chapter 236 Chamomile

Chapter 236: Chapter 236 Chamomile

"Sebastian is not my husband," Eira cut in, her voice sharp enough to stop Nate’s wife cold.

Then she lowered it.

"But don’t worry. He won’t walk away from this clean. Everyone who failed Sam will answer for it."

Nate’s wife opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her last bit of confidence drained away.

"The Omega Home can’t keep him forever," she muttered.

Eira looked down at her.

"As long as I’m alive, Sam will have a safe place to live. If the Omega Home can’t remain his home forever, I’ll make sure we find him somewhere just as safe. He will never be sent back to people like you."

She turned before Nate’s wife could reach for her again. A deputy stepped forward and pulled the sobbing woman away from Eira.

Nate’s arrest was already a done deal. The district attorney had no interest in cutting him a break, and neither did Eira.

The school investigation moved even faster than expected. Cases like this usually took weeks to gain momentum. Sam’s case moved in days.

Alpha Killian was the reason.

The truth came out quickly.

Sam was autistic, but he was not helpless or unaware. He spoke very little, especially when he was frightened, but he understood far more than people assumed.

That made him easy to underestimate.

Several boys in his dorm had noticed his new phone. They wanted it. At first, they asked to borrow it. When Sam refused, they started grabbing for it.

That night, they cornered him.

Sam ran.

He climbed onto the outside ledge of a dormitory window and stayed there while the boys shouted at him from inside. The wind cut through his clothes, but he was too afraid to climb back in. He waited until the room went quiet and the other boys fell asleep.

Only then did he try to climb inside.

His foot slipped on the ice-covered sill.

He fell.

The school had failed to provide proper supervision, and the students involved would be held accountable within the limits of the law. Several of them were minors, and some had developmental conditions of their own. The county would decide what charges and consequences were legally possible.

Alpha Killian was not willing to let the school hide behind that uncertainty.

He filed formal complaints against the administration, the facility managers, and the staff responsible for dorm supervision. The complaints covered safety violations, poor staffing, failure to report injuries, and professional misconduct.

He attacked the school from every direction, methodically dismantling its defenses.

Eira watched him from the corner of her eye.

"What?" Alpha Killian asked without looking up from his phone.

His silver-gray gaze shifted toward her.

She shook her head. "Nothing."

But her eyes were brighter than they had been in days.

Alpha Killian noticed.

Her relief settled somewhere warm in his chest.

Later, Barry examined Sam and spoke with the hospital team.

"Once he’s stable enough to travel, we should move him to the city," he said. "The medical center there has better pediatric trauma care, neurological support, and rehabilitation services."

"How soon?" Eira asked.

"Possibly in a couple of days. The treating doctors will make the final call. We won’t move him until it’s safe."

Eira looked through the glass at Sam’s sleeping face, then nodded.

"Okay. We’ll take him to the city."

Sam spent three days at the small county hospital before the doctors transferred him to a major medical center in the city.

The moment Miss Gwen heard, she drove there herself.

When she saw Sam lying beneath the hospital blanket, bruised and far too small for the bed, her eyes filled with tears.

Deep down, she had known sending him back was a mistake. She had seen it in the couple’s faces when they arrived with custody papers and polished smiles. But she was only the director of the Omega Home.

The paperwork had been legal, and once the court approved the transfer, there had been little she could do.

Eira explained that they wanted Sam returned to the Home.

Miss Gwen nodded at once. "I’ll handle the paperwork myself."

Then she pulled Eira into a gentle hug.

"You’ve been scared out of your mind, haven’t you, sweetheart?" she murmured against Eira’s hair. "Don’t you dare blame yourself. None of this was your fault."

Miss Gwen knew her too well. She probably knew Eira had cried somewhere private, in a bathroom or an empty stairwell, where no one could see her fall apart.

"I know," Eira whispered.

Her gaze drifted across the room to Alpha Killian. He stood near the window, quietly giving Kate instructions.

The words he had spoken to her in the dark hospital room had done more than calm her that night. Every time guilt started to close around her throat, his voice came back to her.

This is not your fault.

The memory wrapped around her like a second embrace, keeping the broken pieces of her heart from falling apart.

Alpha Killian felt her watching him. He looked up, ended the conversation with Kate, and crossed the room.

Kate and Barry followed.

"Miss Gwen, these are two members of my team," Alpha Killian said. "Kate Morgan, my assistant. Barry Wood, my physician."

"It’s a pleasure to meet you," Kate said with a warm, professional smile. "I’ll handle Sam’s arrangements and coordinate with the hospital while he recovers."

"I’ll remain in the city until Sam is cleared to return home," Barry added. "We’ll make sure his follow-up care is arranged before he leaves."

Miss Gwen looked from Alpha Killian to Eira. Something softened in her expression. She understood more than either of them said out loud.

"You’ve all done so much for that boy," she said. "If you’re not too busy, you should visit the Omega Home sometime. I’ll make you a cup of the flower tea the children blend themselves. It’s better than anything you can buy in a store."

Alpha Killian tilted his head.

"Chamomile?"

Miss Gwen blinked. "You’ve tried it?"

"He has," Eira said. "I made it for him."

Alpha Killian’s mouth curved slightly. "She did."

Kate and Barry exchanged a quick look.

There was quiet pride in his voice. Their usually controlled, unshakable Alpha was showing off over a cup of tea.

"Miss Gwen, the tea can wait," Eira said. She glanced at the three exhausted adults. "These three days have taken a toll. None of them has had a proper shower or a full night’s sleep."

Alpha Killian most of all.

They had spent three days in a cramped county hospital. The nearby hotels had been mediocre at best, yet he had not complained once. His phone had kept ringing, and the video calls had never stopped.

Eira had caught him working three times.

Once, he stood at the far end of the hallway with earbuds in, his tall frame outlined by the fluorescent lights. His brow was drawn tight, his jaw hard as stone.

Another time, he had taken an urgent call outside near the flower beds. He spoke in a low voice, then walked quickly toward a quieter corner so no one could overhear him.

The third time, she found him in the car with a laptop open across his knees. The cold blue light cut across half his face, leaving the other side in shadow. Even exhausted, he looked every inch the ruthless CEO who could silence an entire boardroom with one glance.

Those were only the moments she had witnessed. She could only imagine how much Sterling business he had handled when she was not looking.

As soon as the hospital approved Sam’s transfer, Eira booked the best private suite in the city.

She forwarded the reservation details to Kate.