Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack (Evelyn and Damon) novel Chapter 157

Damon pov

The call came late in the night, well past midnight, and I nearly dropped my phone in my rush to actually answer it, some instinctive dread and hope both surging through me simultaneously at the unfamiliar hour.

"Alpha-elect Cross," the healer's voice came through, carrying an urgency that immediately had me sitting bolt upright in bed. "We've found a match. A compatible donor, within our own pack territory."

I felt my entire body go rigid with sudden, overwhelming hope. "You're certain? A genuine match?"

"Preliminary testing confirms compatibility," she said. "We need to move quickly, though. Time is critical for organ viability. Can you get your father to the medical wing immediately?"

"We're on our way," I said, already moving, waking Evelyn beside me, my voice tight with barely contained emotion.

"What's happening," she asked, immediately alert despite the late hour.

"They found a donor," I said, my voice breaking slightly on the words. "A match, Evelyn. They need him at the medical wing right now."

We moved quickly through the apartment, and I made my way toward my father's room, finding him already stirring, apparently woken by the commotion.

"Dad." I crossed the room quickly, kneeling beside his bed. "They found a donor. A compatible match. We need to get you to surgery immediately."

His eyes widened, disbelief and hope both crossing his tired features simultaneously. "A match? Genuinely?"

"Genuinely," I confirmed, already helping him sit up carefully, understanding the urgency required despite his continued physical fragility. "We need to move quickly."

I called my mother immediately, relaying the news, and heard her breath catch audibly on the other end of the line before she promised to meet us at the medical wing as fast as she could manage.

We arrived within twenty minutes, and healers immediately swarmed around my father, preparing him rapidly for the emergency transplant surgery, their focused, urgent efficiency both reassuring and terrifying simultaneously given everything at stake.

My mother burst through the medical wing doors just as they began wheeling him toward the surgical suite, her face already streaked with tears, and she rushed to his side before they could fully move him away.

"Robert." Her voice broke completely as she reached for his hand. "They found one. A donor, finally."

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