Chapter 166: Type A Blood 

Chapter 166: Type A Blood 

(Third person’s POV) 

Two years ago, the day of Lily’s surgery had been filled with hope. Olivia had sat in the same waiting area, clutching a small stuffed wolf that Lily loved, praying to the Moon Goddess for her daughter’s survival. The donor had been confirmed–a perfect match that would save her 

precious pup’s life. 

But then everything changed. The donor kidney had mysteriously been “redirected” to another patient. By the time they found another compatible donor, it was too late. Lily’s little body 

couldn’t hold on any longer. 

That memory was a thorn deeply embedded in Olivia Winters‘ heart. A touch brought excruciating pain to both her and her wolf, who still whimpered beneath her skin at the 

memory of their lost pup. 

Now, as Olivia paced outside the Silvercrest Surgical Chamber, that old wound throbbed anew. Her mother lay on an operating table, fighting for her life after a “fall” that Olivia knew was no 

accident. 

The antiseptic smell of the medical den burned her sensitive nose, bringing back flashes of Lily’s final days. The beeping of monitors. The hushed voices of healers. The scent of death hovering just beyond the door. 

Sarah Jenkins rushed through the corridor, her scrubs rustling as she approached. She arrived 

just as Victoria Frost was being wheeled away in her Raven–Trimmed Wheelchair. 

Before being pushed away, Victoria looked back once more. Her eyes met with those of Sarah, 

the nurse. The two looked away immediately. 

“Ms. Winters, I’m so sorry” Sarah said, her voice breathless from running. “I just got the call 

about your mother. I came as quickly as I could.” 

Olivia barely registered the caregiver’s words. Her emerald eyes remained fixed on the Silvercrest Surgical Chamber door, her wolf pacing anxiously inside her as she prayed for her mother’s safety. 

“Is there anything I can do?” Sarah asked, her hands fidgeting with her uniform. 

Olivia shook her head, unable to form words through the knot of fear in her throat. 

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Ethan Stone stood a few feet away, his powerful frame casting a long shadow across the 

sterile floor. Despite Olivia’s coldness, he remained by her side, his Alpha presence steady and 

determined to support her through the ordeal. 

“You should sit,” he said quietly, gesturing to the chairs lining the wall. 

Olivia ignored him, continuing her restless pacing. Her wolf was too agitated to remain still, sensing the danger to their remaining family member. 

Dr. Harrison Fletcher’s words echoed in her mind: “Only a 10% chance of survival.” The same 

grim prognosis they’d given Lily before her final surgery. 

The thought sent a shudder through Olivia’s slender frame. She couldn’t lose her mother as she had lost her daughter. It would break something in her that could never be repaired. 

Her wolf howled silently with grief at the possibility, the sound reverberating through Olivia’s 

soul though no one else could hear it. 

Ethan watched his Luna’s distress, his amber eyes reflecting concern as her shoulders 

trembled with barely contained emotion. Her wolf’s distress was palpable even to him despite 

their estrangement. 

He pulled out his phone, typing another message to James Knight. Olivia needed someone 

she trusted, someone whose comfort she wouldn’t reject out of principle. 

He fought the urge to pull her into his arms, knowing she would reject his comfort but unable to leave her alone in her suffering. His wolf whined beneath his skin, desperate to comfort 

their mate despite the chasm between them. 

“Olivia,” he said softly, “James is on his way.” 

She gave no indication that she’d heard him, but her scent shifted slightly–a hint of relief 

beneath the overwhelming fear. 

Twenty minutes later, the elevator doors opened, and James Knight strode out, his hazel eyes immediately finding Olivia. Without hesitation, he crossed the waiting area and pulled her into 

a tight embrace. 

“I’m here, Liv,” he murmured against her hair. “I’m right here.” 

The dam broke. Olivia collapsed against her childhood friend, her body shaking with silent 

sobs as she finally released the emotions she’d been holding back. 

“I can’t lose her too, Jay,” she whispered, her emerald eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Not after Lily” 

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James held her tighter, his own eyes reflecting pain at her suffering. “Your mother is strong, just like you. She’ll fight.” 

Ethan watched their interaction, his jaw tight with an emotion he refused to name. His wolf growled possessively beneath his skin, but he pushed the feeling aside. Olivia’s wellbeing mattered more than his pride. 

Hours passed with agonizing slowness. The surgery stretched beyond five hours, then eight, then ten. Night fell over the territory, casting long shadows through the windows of the 

medical den. 

Olivia sat beside James, her head resting against his shoulder as exhaustion began to 

overtake her. She hadn’t slept since receiving the call about her mother’s “accident,” and her body was reaching its limits. 

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Ethan approached, carrying a large bag that emitted delicious aromas. “You need to eat,” he 

said, setting down containers of food from Amber Crest Restaurant.. 

Olivia didn’t move, her eyes still fixed on the surgical chamber door. “I’m not hungry.” 

James exchanged a glance with Ethan, understanding the Alpha’s concern. “Liv,” he said 

gently, “you need your strength. Your mother will need you when she wakes up.” 

“If she wakes up,” Olivia whispered, her voice hollow. 

James took her face between his hands, forcing her to look at him. “Your wolf can’t help her if 

you’re weakened from hunger, Liv,” he said firmly. “Eat. For your mother’s sake.” 

Something in his tone reached her. Slowly, Olivia nodded, accepting the container Ethan 

offered. 

Relieved, Ethan watched as she ate, despite feeling a pang of jealousy at her closeness with 

another male wolf. His own wolf growled possessively beneath his skin, but he silenced it. 

This wasn’t about him. 

The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, then one, then two. Sarah Jenkins returned periodically with updates–the surgery was complex, the doctors were doing everything 

possible, no news yet. 

Finally, at nearly three in the morning, the Silvercrest Surgical Chamber door opened. Olivia leapt to her feet, stumbling in her haste, her wolf surging with anxiety. 

Ethan caught her, his strong hands steadying her as they faced Dr. Harrison Fletcher. The healer looked exhausted, his surgical mask hanging around his neck and his eyes heavy with 

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Olivia stood frozen, speechless with anxiety as she looked to Dr. Fletcher for news, her wolf whining with fear. 

“Alpha King,” Dr. Fletcher said, nodding respectfully to Ethan before turning to Olivia. “Ms. Winters.” 

“My mother,” Olivia managed, her voice barely audible. “Is she-” 

Dr. Fletcher’s face remained grim. “We’ve stabilized her for now, but we’ve encountered complications.” 

“What kind of complications?” Ethan demanded, his Alpha voice making the healer stand straighter. 

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“The injuries were more extensive than we initially thought,” Dr. Fletcher explained. “She’s lost a significant amount of blood, and we’re facing a shortage of type A blood in our supplies.” 

Sarah Jenkins, who had returned with fresh coffee for the waiting group, paused at the edge of the conversation, listening attentively from a distance.