(POV: Ryder)The doctor steps forward, holding a folder with trembling fingers. The quiet in the room feels sharp, pressing against my ears. My eyes lock on him. Every second, every motion counts. I’m already tense from the transfusion prep, from hovering over Micah, but this—this is different. My pulse spikes.“Alpha,” the doctor begins, voice steady, careful, but it hits me anyway, because the words about to leave his mouth are like a slap. “The results…” He hesitates, then exhales. “…there’s no biological match.”I freeze. The words punch through everything. No biological match. I blink, hard, unable to believe them. My jaw clenches, teeth grinding. My gut twists in a way that makes me want to throw something, kick something, scream something. I swallow, hard, trying to focus, but the room narrows, the air thickens. Micah lies there, unaware, but I can feel him in every fiber of me.“No match?” I growl, my voice low, dangerous. I step closer, fists curling, knuckles white. “What t
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