Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna

(Victoria's POV)

"The donor is a perfect match for Emma."

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I felt a strange thrill course through me as Dr. Simon Harper handed me the Donor Shadow File. My wolf's excitement surged beneath my skin as I reviewed the details, my fingers trembling slightly as I flipped through the pages.

“This is... remarkable," I whispered, scanning the compatibility charts.

Dr. Harper's voice was warm with genuine relief as he continued, "Emma is incredibly fortunate. This James Knight registered as

an organ donor with the Northern Territory Donor Registry because his close friend's daughter died from kidney failure, and he

happens to be a perfect match for Emma."

My heart skipped a beat at the name. James Knight. Olivia's closest friend.

"When can we schedule the surgery?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady.

"As soon as Mr. Knight completes the final paperwork tomorrow. We'll need to prep Emma immediately afterward." Dr. Harper smiled kindly. "Your daughter has a real chance now."

As the doctor left, my lips curved into a malicious smile-not because my daughter would be saved, though that was certainly a relief. No, my satisfaction came from the most delicious irony fate had delivered: Olivia Winters' closest friend would be saving the life of her enemy's child.

My wolf practically purred with satisfaction as I imagined revealing this truth to Olivia after the surgery. I would savor how the knowledge would tear the she-wolf apart. Olivia, unable to interfere without harming her own friend, would have to live knowing James Knight's sacrifice benefited the very she-wolf who had stolen Lily's donor.

"Perfect," I whispered, clutching the file to my chest. "Absolutely perfect."

(Olivia's POV)

"I still can't believe Victoria escaped justice again," I sighed, leaning back against the hospital chair.

Lucas Blackwood and I had returned to the Silvercrest Pack Medical Ward after our confrontation at the Shadow Creek Police Precinct. My knuckles still stung

from the beating I'd given Victoria, but the pain was worth it.

James paced the small room, his russet-brown wolf projecting soothing pheromones that helped calm my frayed nerves.

"At least you got to hit her," James said with a wry smile, his hazel eyes twinkling with mischief. "I would've paid good money to

see that"

Despite everything, I found myself smiling. James had always been able to lift my spirits, even in the darkest times. We'd escaped the abusive werewolf orphanage together as pups, and he'd been my rock ever since.

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Lucas's phone rang, interrupting our conversation. He glanced at the screen and frowned.

"I need to take this," he said apologetically. "Blackwood Pack emergency."

After Lucas stepped out, James stretched and yawned. "I'm going to use the restroom. Be right back."

Moments after James disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, his Wolf-Linked Cellphone rang on the side table. The familiar ringtone filled the quiet room. "James, your phone," I called

out.

His muffled voice responded from behind the door, "Answer it for me, Liv."

I picked up the phone without hesitation. There were no secrets between James

and me-never had been. But when I saw the number displayed on the screen, my heart nearly stopped,

The Northern Territory Donor Registry.

I knew that number by heart. I'd called it countless times during Lily's illness, begging for updates on potential donors. Why would they be calling James?

With trembling fingers, I answered. "Hello?"noveldrama

"Mr. Knight?" a professional female voice responded. "This is Grace Foster from the Northern Territory Donor Registry. I'm calling because you previously registered with us as a kidney donor. We've found a patient who matches your kidney type. Are you willing to proceed with donation?"

The words struck me like a physical blow. My emerald eyes filled with tears as understanding dawned.

After Lily died of kidney failure, I had signed up as a donor myself, hoping to spare another family from experiencing the same heartbreak. I never imagined James had quietly done the same,

"Hello? Mr. Knight?" the coordinator prompted when I didn't respond.

The bathroom door opened, and James emerged, immediately noticing my tearful expression. His wolf went on alert, and he hurried to

my side.

"Liv? What's wrong?" His hazel eyes filled with concern.

I wordlessly handed him the phone, unable to speak through the lump in my throat.

James took the phone, quickly understanding the situation. "Yes, this is James Knight,” he confirmed, his eyes never leaving my face. "Yes, I'm still willing to

donate. I'll come sign the paperwork

tomorrow."