Chapter 183: Crisis at the Medical Den
Chapter 183: Crisis at the Medical Den
(Ethan’s POV)
I burst through the doors of the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den, my heart hammering against my ribs. The antiseptic smell hit my nostrils as my wolf’s protective instincts flared to full alert.
Victoria sat in her Raven–Trimmed Wheelchair outside the Bloodrush Chamber, her face streaked with tears. When she spotted me, her composure crumbled completely.
“Ethan…” she sobbed, her voice breaking as she reached for me. Her wolf’s distress pheromones filled the corridor, triggering my Alpha instincts.
“Emma was fine this afternoon,” I said, my voice tight with anxiety. “How did she suddenly become critical?” My amber eyes darted between Victoria and the closed doors of the emergency room. My wolf paced anxiously beneath my skin, sensing danger to a pup under my protection.
Victoria’s hands trembled as she clutched at my sleeve. “She was fine before bedtime,” she managed between sobs. “But then she suddenly developed a high fever in the night. Her heart rate… it just plummeted.”
Her blue eyes were wide with fear as she continued, “Dr. Samuel Wilson called it a crisis. He wanted me to sign consent for emergency treatment, but I… I didn’t dare to sign. I’m so scared for my Emma…
Her wolf whined pitifully, curling into itself with apparent maternal distress. The sound tugged at something primal within me.
“Emma will be fine,” I said, gently patting her back. But my eyes betrayed my concern as I glanced at the Bloodrush Chamber doors.
The memory of Lily’s final moments flashed through my mind. The helplessness I’d felt watching my daughter slip away. My wolf remembered that pain all too well and howled silently at the thought of losing
another pup.
Victoria leaned into my embrace, clinging to me as she fell apart. Her wolf released vulnerability pheromones that called to my Alpha instincts, demanding protection and comfort.
Minutes stretched into hours as we waited. The corridor clock ticked mercilessly, each second an eternity.
Finally, the Bloodrush Chamber doors swung open. Victoria and I both rushed forward, our voices overlapping
in urgency.
“Doctor, how is Emma?” I demanded, my Alpha authority barely contained.
Dr. Samuel Wilson’s expression was grim, his wolf’s energy subdued with professional concern. “Emma’s condition is not optimistic,” he said carefully.
My stomach dropped at his words.
“She originally had more time,” he continued, “but this fever has worsened everything. I’m afraid she can’t wait much longer. She must have surgery as soon as possible–at most, she can wait a week.”
The news hit Victoria like a physical blow. She slapped herself hard across the face, her sobs echoing in the
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“It’s all my fault,‘ she cried, her voice raw with emotion. “I didn’t take care of Emma…”
Her wolf projected such convincing maternal anguish that even the medical staff looked away, moved by her apparent suffering.
I quickly grabbed Victoria’s hand to stop her from hurting herself further. y Alpha instincts responded automatically to her distress, unable to watch a she–wolf in my territory harm herself.
Victoria seized my hand in desperation, her fingers digging into my skin. “What will happen to Emma?” she pleaded. “I only have her left. She’s the most important in my life. If something happens to her, I can’t go on living…
Her wolf’s eyes shimmered with tears, the blue depths swimming with despair.
“Emma won’t have an accident,” I promised firmly. “I’ll do everything to find a kidney donor as fast as
possible.”
My wolf surged with protective determination as I pulled out my Alpha Phone and stepped away to make urgent calls. My voice carried the unmistakable authority of the Alpha King as I commanded resources throughout the Northern Territory.
“This is Alpha King Ethan Stone,” I said into the phone. “I need every available resource directed toward finding a compatible kidney donor for Emma Frost. This is top priority.”
(Victoria’s POV)
I watched Ethan from my wheelchair, barely containing my frustration. Emma was on the edge of death, yet Ethan never once mentioned James Knight’s ready and compatible kidney.
My wolf snarled silently within me. He must be refusing for Olivia Winters‘ sake–that b***h who still held his heart despite everything I’d done to separate them.
I had calculated that Ethan would ultimately choose Emma’s life over Olivia’s pain. That he would pressure James Knight to donate regardless of his personal feelings. Yet here he was, calling strangers instead of forcing the one person we knew could save Emma.
My claws briefly extended before I quickly retracted them, maintaining my facade of the concerned mother while inwardly seething with rage.
The doors opened again, and Emma was wheeled out of the Bloodrush Chamber. My daughter looked pale and fragile on the hospital bed, her young wolf’s energy barely perceptible beneath her skin.
I clung to her hand, genuine tears streaming down my face. Despite everything, Emma was my daughter, and seeing her suffer did affect me.
Even through her weakness, Emma did not forget my instructions. She feebly called out, “Dadd
Instantly, Ethan hung up his call and rushed over. His wolf responded instinctively to the pup’s distress. “Emma,” he said, his voice gentle as he took her other hand, “Daddy’s here, don’t be afraid.”
His wolf’s protective energy enveloped my daughter, trying to lend her strength. The sight made my jealousy flare–his devotion to Emma was genuine, unlike his feelings for me.
Emma struggled for breath, her small chest rising and falling with effort. “I’m sorry for making you worry,” she
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whispered, following the script I’d given her perfectly.
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“I just wanted to see if you would come visit,” she continued. “So I snuck out to the balcony and caught a
chill.”
Her young wolf whimpered beneath her skin, genuinely ill but also performing as instructed. I felt a flicker of
pride at her perfect execution.
There was no reproach in Ethan’s expression, only deep remorse. “It’s my fault,” he said, squeezing her tiny hand. “I shouldn’t have left you alone. From now on, I’ll stay at the medical den as much as I can.”
Emma, showing maturity beyond her years, shook her head weakly. “You don’t have to, Daddy. I know you’re busy with pack matters. Just come to see me when you have time.”
Ethan’s amber eyes softened with affection. “Alright, be good. I’ll take care of everything. Just rest and trust
me.”
She gazed at him with pure adoration. “Daddy, you’re my superhero. You won’t let anything happen to me,
right?”
“I won’t,” Ethan answered firmly, his wolf howling silently with the promise to protect this pup he had raised
as his own.
With her mission accomplished, Emma finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep. I remained at her side, hiding the venom in my eyes as I stroked her blonde hair.
My wolf’s cunning nature momentarily showed before I masked it again with maternal concern. Even now, Ethan had not forced James Knight to donate.
The next day passed in a blur of activity. Many wolves from the Silvercrest Pack came to the medical den for matching, but none were suitable. The day after brought the same disappointing results.
I grew increasingly alarmed as I realized my gamble might fail. I had made Emma sicker, expecting Ethan would do anything for her, yet he hesitated to force James Knight’s hand.
My wolf paced anxiously within me, recognizing the precariousness of my position if Emma’s condition truly became critical. I had not anticipated this outcome.
(Ethan’s POV)
After yet another sleepless night at Moonlight Manor, I returned to the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den early the next morning. My wolf was exhausted from constant vigilance, but I maintained my strong Alpha presence.
I carried a small stuffed wolf toy and some venison jerky–Emma’s favorites–hoping to bring a smile to her pale face.
But Emma had no appetite. She threw up her breakfast and began crying the moment she sa
room.
“It’s okay, princess,” I soothed, stroking her hair. “You’ll feel better soon.”
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As I comforted her, I noticed Victoria’s absence. Only a pack healer stood quietly in the corner of the room, monitoring Emma’s vital signs.
My wolf’s senses immediately heightened with suspicion. Victoria had barely left Emma’s side since her condition worsened.
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“Emma,” I asked gently, “where’s your mother?”
Emma fell silent, her troubled look heightening my concern. Her young wolf’s scent spiked with anxiety,
confirming my suspicions that something was wrong.
“Emma,” I pressed, my voice firmer. “Tell me where your mother went.”
She bit her lip, clearly torn between keeping a secret and obeying her Alpa. Finally, she answered.
“Mommy…” she whispered, her blue eyes wide with worry. “Mommy went to find Aunt Olivia.”
My face darkened immediately.
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