His heart sank further, the enormity of the battle ahead looming large over them all.
The doctor slightly lowered his gaze, his expression tinged with regret. "I'm afraid Mr. Ryley's body only accepts a donor heart from blood relatives. The closer the relation, the better. So... it can't just be anyone's heart, because he is an Enigma."
Shock immediately filled Clyde's eyes, disbelief written across his face. "What about a Pureblood Alpha's heart...?" he asked, his voice heavy with anticipation and the weight of the pressuring air around them.
The doctor took a deep breath before replying. "Several tests have been run, and I can safely say there is a chance. But even if the Pureblood donor is a close relative, the difference will likely affect Mr. Ryley's ability to produce blood essence," he explained. "It's akin to reducing his immune system to its weakest level. He could be mortally injured by the slightest harm."
