The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 133

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Chapter 73: Desperate Measures

(Olivia’s POV)

The past week had been a whirlwind of activity. Between court hearings for Noah’s case and coordinating his occupational injury assessments, I barely had time to breathe. My amber eyes burned from lack of sleep as I reviewed the latest medical reports.

The weather forecast on my phone showed a severe cold snap approaching–temperatures would plummet to -4°C by tomorrow night. My wolf instincts immediately turned protective, concerned for Noah and Leah Pierce in their hospital rooms.

I called Emma Thompson, my assistant, asking her to purchase warm clothes, thick blankets, and heating

pads for the siblings.

“Make sure they’re quality items,” I instructed. “And get extra blankets for Leah–her condition makes her especially vulnerable to cold.”

“Of course,” Emma replied. “I’ll take care of it right away.”

Three hours later, Emma returned to my office. One look at her face told me something was wrong. Her eyes were red–rimmed, and she seemed on the verge of tears.

“Emma? What happened?” I asked, rising from my desk.

She placed the shopping receipts on my desk with trembling hands. “I delivered everything to the hospital as you asked.”

“And?” I prompted gently.

“I spoke with Leah’s doctor.” Emma’s voice cracked. “He says without a bone marrow match for her rare wolfsbane poisoning, she has maybe two months left.”

The news hit me like a physical blow. My amber eyes widened with shock, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. “That can’t be right,” I finally managed. “The registry is still searching. They’ll find a match.”

Emma wiped at her eyes. “The doctor said her type is extremely rare. They’ve already searched the entire Northern Territory database with no matches.”

“Then we’ll expand the search,” I said firmly, my wolf rising protectively. “We’ll find someone.”

“What if we don’t?” Emma whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks. “She’s just a child, Olivia. She doesn’t deserve this.”

I moved around my desk and took Emma’s hands in mine. “Listen to me. Leah Pierce is not going to die. I

won’t allow it.”

My voice carried an unusual intensity that surprised even me. My wolf was fully alert now, bristling at the threat to someone I’d come to care about.

“We will find a match,” I insisted. “I promise you that.”

Emma nodded, drawing strength from my certainty. But as she left my office, the weight of that promise

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“Has there been any progress finding a match?” I asked, trying to keep the desperation from my voice.

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