Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 151 Into the ditch!!

Xylander was hurled right into the car, landing roughly on the edge of the door and bumping his head loudly. The sound echoed so sharply that Draven heard it immediately.

He looked at the perpetrator with a cold stare, taking one step forward — just enough to make the man instinctively step back.

"Why did you do that? Didn’t I tell you to be careful with how you handle him?" Draven scolded harshly, his voice dripping with venom.

His usual playful demeanor was gone, replaced by sheer seriousness and a need for everything to go exactly as he intended.

"Forgive me, it was a mistake... I didn’t expect that to happen," the man pleaded. Draven rolled his eyes and dismissed him with irritation, then stepped into the car, motioning for Michael to enter quickly.

Michael pressed a handkerchief to his nose when he noticed it was bleeding again. He strutted toward the black Mercedes-Benz, trying his best to mask his pain. His eyes lingered on his own wretched-looking car still parked in the lot, but after a moment of contemplation, he decided to leave it behind.

The message was far more important than anything, so he had to get it done. Quietly, he entered the car and heaved an exhausted sigh, praying all this stress would end today.

Inside the car, Michael didn’t know how to begin the discussion — what to say, how to start — but Draven made it easier when he asked softly:

"So... what about Daniel?"

Instantly Michael’s mind went into overdrive. What if he was gambling with luck? What if this red-haired stranger didn’t really know Daniel? What if he said something wrong? He needed to confirm things first before revealing anything. He had to test the man. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Hmm... it’s regarding Xylander. The message was supposed to be passed to him," Michael replied carefully.

Draven’s eyes softened as he looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze. Then he stretched his hand forward.

"Let me see what it’s about, man. Can you show me?" Draven requested.

But Michael still wasn’t convinced that this man meant no harm. Even though Draven showed a tender kind of worry toward Xylander — Daniel’s husband — that didn’t guarantee anything. People could fake concern just to do something despicable. And Michael wasn’t going to risk the life of someone he cared about all because of misplaced kindness.

"I don’t trust you, man. I can’t give you—" Michael said plainly, still testing him.

Draven smiled. He didn’t complain. He didn’t raise his voice. Instead, he admired Michael’s consistency — the way he was trying so hard to protect Daniel. Where did this stranger know Daniel from? And what exactly was their relationship?

"Guy, if you must know, he is my beloved," Draven said bluntly. "And I can proudly say I am the father of his unborn baby. There is no way I would let the bearer of my kids perish. Is that good enough for you?"

Michael’s mouth formed an "O."

They weren’t just acquaintances — they were intimately connected. Could this be real? But wasn’t Draven married? He had heard something like that before. Well, he had no right to talk about their personal life. His job was only to deliver the message and get Daniel off his neck.

"I didn’t know he is your lover and baby mama... forgive me for intruding," Michael apologized, but Draven stopped him quickly.

"Stop all this constant apologizing, man. You’re making me feel embarrassed. What I want to know is simple — is my Daniel okay? What happened to him? And is our baby healthy and strong? And lastly, I want that message now. I hate being kept in suspense."

As they talked, Draven’s eyes still drifted backward toward Xylander, who had been carefully laid behind the driver’s seat. Draven and Michael themselves sat in the front while talking.

Michael stretched his hand with the envelope, sighing.

"Promise me you won’t open it. This message is meant for him alone. Don’t deprive him of knowing Daniel’s whereabouts. Xylander must be dying of guilt, thinking Daniel died... or worse, that the imposter pretending to be Daniel was actually him. Give him this. Let him know the truth and clear the air."

Michael handed the brown envelope to Draven, who took it with a complicated expression.

Here it was — the only key to finding Daniel Lancaster again... and reuniting with the boys. But even with that hope, Draven didn’t know where Charles and Alexander were. Their disappearance nearly broke him, especially Charles — his best friend — who hadn’t been found at the accident scene. Still, with no news of Daniel and Charles’ deaths, he began to cling to a ridiculous form of hope.

And here it was: Daniel was really alive.

"I don’t think I can wait for Xylander to wake up. Sorry. I need to confirm Daniel is fine... maybe even rescue him if he needs help," Draven muttered, already tensing with urgency.

But Michael didn’t give consent. He simply stated the rules, opened the door, and stepped out of the car.

"This is where I stop. My mission here is done," he whispered and walked away solemnly.

"But I don’t know where Daniel stays! Did you mention it?" Draven called after him.

Unfortunately, Michael didn’t hear him. He just kept walking.

Draven, now alone with the envelope, was left drowning in a sea of questions. He could have stopped the car and chased after the stranger, forcing answers out of him. But Xylander needed care. And this was New York City — he would find Michael again one way or another. And when he did... he wouldn’t let him escape so easily.

As he stared at the envelope, a flashback struck him like lightning. Weeks ago, he had gotten himself entangled in a deadly trap. One he could only escape by thinking smart — and unfortunately, SHE had kept tabs on him the whole time. If she knew he was speaking to Michael or caring for Xylander... if she knew even that... the thought alone gave him chills.

"Finally awake, handsome..." Beatrice trailed off, sitting beside Draven in a fancy hospital lined with gold pillars. Beneath them were other extravagant decorations. A hospital like this wasn’t shocking — it was disturbing.

How?? When??

Draven felt disoriented. They were just on a journey together... and then everything went dark. He remembered the accident, falling into a dark abyss... and then nothing. Everything after was a fog. But Beatrice? How did SHE get her hands on him?

"You don’t have to be scared or surprised," she smiled wickedly. "We are married — even if you like it or not. It’s not official yet, but thank God for your mom. She made it official already. And with my support, their drug business is flourishing. So if you want me to keep my support coming... and my mouth shut... all you have to do is marry me."

Draven’s eyes widened like saucers. Marriage?? Was she insane?? After all she had done? After ruining his life, his future?

"Beatrice, stop this madness! You deserve worse than hell! How can you still show your face after ruining everything? I’ve been trapped in an endless loop because of you, thinking I was a failure — but YOU were the cause! Why, Beatrice? What do you want?!" he yelled.

Beatrice Bradford remained still, watching him struggle on the hospital bed. Then she bent down slightly.

"To see your downfall and your family’s disgrace was the ultimate goal," she said calmly. "But I changed my mind midway. Draven Swift... I have fallen for you with my whole soul. And I will make you completely mine. All those things they told you were lies. I love you. I want you."

Draven froze, dismayed at where this was going. Another obsession. Another nightmare. He was DONE with obsessed women. He was not going to be used again — never.

"And I’ve made my decision," Draven said coldly. "I love Daniel Lancaster. And he will be the father of my children. There’s nothing you can do about it."

Beatrice silenced him with a single sentence.

"Daniel Lancaster is dead already... if you refuse."

His heart dropped.

"And I’m serious," she continued. "Your useless friend who thought the cops would arrest me? Look at me — healthy and strong. Do what I say, and Daniel will be fine."

Stubborn as Draven was, he refused to believe her. Until she sent him a photo — Daniel tied with ropes, knives at his neck.

That was when it dawned on him: Daniel was a target to many. And Draven had to act smart. If Beatrice thought she was using him... she had no idea she was being played right back.

Marriage. She wanted marriage.

"Okay... let’s get married," Draven agreed.

Beatrice’s eyes glistened with twisted happiness. That was all she wanted.

And Draven did it — not for her, but for Daniel. And for his parents... the ungrateful people who never cared about him. But still, he wouldn’t let them fall.

Everything he did... was part of the plan.

PRESENT.

Daniel... sorry I couldn’t find you, Draven whispered silently.

Just give me some time... I will locate you. And we will live that happy life. I promise.

He rolled the car forward with speed, heading straight for the city hospital.

Meanwhile, Michael’s face was an even bigger mess as blood gushed from his nose in alarming amounts. His condition worsened rapidly. He wanted to get treatment, but before he could reach help, he collapsed — falling deep into a ditch.