Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 319

(Victoria's POV)

"The donor is a perfect match for Emma."

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.