Claimed by the Alpha's Love (Tori and Lucas) novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209

Susan’s POV:

The nurse’s words echoed in my mind, each syllable a hammer blow again my skull.

For a moment, I couldn’t process what she’d said.

My mind went blank, refusing to accept the impossible. “What… what did you say?”

Matthew had come to the blood services area to check on the donation progress. He hadn’t expected to walk into this bombshell.

He strode over in a few quick steps and took the record book from the nurse’s hands. After scanning it, his eyes widened in disbelief.

“Mother?” Charlotte’s hand gripped my shoulder, her voice disbelief. “How ould Tori possibly be your daughter? That’s absurd!”

She steadied my swaying body. “Mom, don’t listen to this nonsense. A blood test isn’t a paternity test.”

“I’m not talking nonsense. The test results clearly show a direct blood relationship between the donor and the patient.” The nurse had initially

explained out of sympathy, seeing how distraught I was.

But being challenged made her defensive. “If you don’t believe me, ask Dr. Howard.”

Suddenly, I grabbed Matthew’s arm forcefully. He turned to meet my panic filled eyes.

“Matthew, you’ve always been honest. I trust you. Tell me-what does the nurse mean?”

“…” Matthew fell silent for a moment, then explained from a medical perspective.

* Direct blood relatives cannot donate blood to each other, or it triggers graft-versus-host disease with an extremely high mortality rate. Blood compatibility testing includes a specific screening for direct relatives to prevent patients from accidentally receiving blood from their parents or children.”

Matthew tried to use simple language, but the technical terminology still eft me confused.

Yet I understood the core meaning: there was a direct blood relationship between Tori and me.

“That’s impossible…” My face drained of all color.

I opened my mouth, gasping for air, but still felt like I was suffocating.

Matthew said, “Blood compatibility testing isn’t the same as a paternity test. The accuracy isn’t that high. Don’t panic yet. Wait until-”

Tori? My daughter?Hannah’s daughter? William’s daughter?

What on earth is going on here?

“I need to see Hanna.” The words tore from my throat, raw and desperate. I need to know the truth!”

Matthew sighed heavily, recognizing there would be no reasoning with me in this state. “Come on,” he said quietly. “I’ll take you to the surgical waiting area. But Susan-you need to prepare yourself.”

He guided my wheelchair through the corridors, Charlotte following close behind.

The scene outside the operating room was like a gathering of the city’s most powerful wolves.

ensure that Shepherd Pack suffers consequences you cannot imagine.

Consider this a declaration: as of this moment, any alliance between Grayson Pack and Shepherd Pack is severed. We are enemies.”

The pronouncement sent shock waves through the assembled wolves. Elizabeth Grayson rose from her seat, her face pale. “Lucas-`

“This is not a discussion, Mother.” Lucas cut her off, his voice brooking no argument. His Alpha authority radiated outward, silencing any further protest from his family.

The reaction from the assembled elders was immediate and volatile.

Owen Sullivan stepped forward, his weathered face tight with alarm. “Alpha Lucas, you cannot make such a declaration lightly. The four great packs have maintained peace and stability for generations. To sever an alliance will create chaos. The balance we’ve maintained-‘

“Lucas, please.” Diana Shepherd’s voice was steady despite the tremor in her hands. “We understand your anger, but-

I propelled my wheelchair forward, ignoring Charlotte’s restraining hand.

“I will accept any punishment you deem fit, Alpha Lucas. Do not implicate others. Any consequence, any retribution. I will submit to Grayson

Pack’s judgment without resistance.”

Lucas’s gaze snapped to me, cold and assessing.

“But please, I continued, my voice breaking, tell me where Hannah Sullivan is. I know you had your people remove her from the ceremony.

“And why,” Lucas said softly, dangerously, “would I grant you anything? What makes you think you deserve my cooperation after what you’ve done?”