After the alpha ripped out my heart for my sister, he went crazy

My father, his werewolf aura flaring in his fury, his face contorted into a mask of rage, roared at me.

"She's your own sister!"

I let out a laugh that was more a sob. "Father, have you conveniently erased it from your memory? Seven years ago, you banished me from the house! I've been cast out like a mangy, unwanted pup. I have no family, no pack - bonds left, and certainly no sister."

His face, which had been flushed with anger, suddenly froze.

"Stella's heart function is deteriorating by the hour, and she's severely anemic," he pleaded, his voice a hoarse whisper now. "In our werewolf ways, we protect our own, and right now, she's on the verge of crossing the veil. Only blood transfusions can keep her tethered to this life. We've scoured the packs far and wide, but no one's a match. You're her last hope, Ava. You must come back with me to donate blood."

I'd never seen him so broken, so desperate.

Stella truly was the most precious thing in his world, the golden - haired werewolf princess he'd always cherished.

"Fine, I agree, but I have a condition,"

"I want to be reinstated into the Smith pack, with all the rights and privileges I was stripped of. And I want all the properties in Stella's hands. Those lands and homes were rightfully mine, part of my birth - right as a Smith werewolf."

"Ava, don't you dare push your luck!" he snarled, his werewolf fangs bared in a flash of aggression. But I could see the fear in his eyes, the fear of losing Stella.

"This is my condition. Take it or leave it,"

After a long, John Smith finally caved in.

I was roughly dragged to the car.

I felt dizzy, and when I got in the car, I hit the seat hard.

John Smith, in his haste, paid no attention and sped like a madman towards the werewolf - friendly hospital.

At the hospital, the nurse, a young werewolf with kind eyes, took one look at my pale face and asked, "Are you hypoglycemic? You look dreadful.Do you need to rest and have something to eat? "

But John Smith snapped, " Get on with the blood - drawing!" As the major investor in this hospital, his word was law, and the nurse, a low - ranking werewolf in the pack hierarchy, was terrified. She quickly prepared the blood - drawing tools, her hands shaking.

When the needle pierced my skin, a wave of dizziness hit me, stronger than before. With a severe cold and hypoglycemia from not eating all day, my werewolf constitution was struggling to keep up.

Halfway through the blood - drawing, I felt my breathing turn ragged, my werewolf senses dulling.

My head lolled to the side uncontrollably, and I could feel myself slipping away.

The nurse cried out, "We can't draw any more blood! Her werewolf body is on the verge of collapse. Something terrible will happen if we continue."

John Smith's face turned an ugly shade of purple. He was afraid, but not for me.

He was terrified that without me, Stella wouldn't have the precious blood she needed to survive.

"Fine, use what we have for now," he growled.

I was helped into the rest room, and I lost consciousness completely.

I didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly, a woman rushed in.

She slapped me hard across the face.

"It's all your fault!" she wailed hysterically. "What are you playing at, acting so weak? That little bit of blood is nothing! You're not even a proper werewolf, not like Stella!"

I was jolted awake by the pain and saw my mother's swollen face from crying.

She grabbed my clothes, her werewolf claws pricking my skin, and pounded me with her fists.

"Why did I give birth to you two? You're a curse, a blight on our werewolf bloodline! Even in the womb, you stole Stella's nutrients, and she was born with a heart disease. Now, when we need a little of your blood, you're putting on this pathetic show. Do you really want your sister to die, you un - pack - worthy wretch?"

I had heard these words countless times since I was a child. Just because Stella and I were twins, and just because Stella's heart wasn't fully developed, I was the one to blame.

Everyone in the family hated me, and even my own mate - to - be, Alpha Hector.

I was too weak to resist my mother's beating, my werewolf strength sapped. But then, a pair of strong arms lifted me up.

I could smell the distinct scent of Alpha Hector.

John Smith was also very surprised to see him. "Why are you here?"

Alpha Hector simply said, "I heard that Stella's condition is dire, so I came to check. As the alpha of this pack, it's my duty. Don't worry too much. I've consulted the pack's ancient wizard. She's found a heart source for Stella, and she'll recover soon."

Laura, who had been crying just now, immediately stopped.

"Really? Where did you find the heart source? Is Stella really going to be saved? By the moon goddess, please let it be true."

Alpha Hector affirmed again, "I know a powerful wizard. She has agreed to the heart - transplant. I'll offer my own alpha blood as a sacrifice to the moon goddess to ensure its success."

I let out a sad laugh. After Laura left, Alpha Hector, feeling the burning heat of my body in his arms, carried me to the ward.

His touch, which should have been comforting, felt like a brand.

Then he carefully prepared a blanket and hot water.

Lying on the hospital bed, Alpha Hector took my temperature. When he saw the 41 - degree reading, his brows furrowed deeply. "Why didn't you call me when you had a fever? "

He didn't care about me. All he cared about, from beginning to end, was the heart in my body, the heart that could save his precious Stella.

He sat down by the bed, took my hot hand. "I'm sorry. I promise you, after this, I'll live with you properly. You'll be my true mate. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. By the moon goddess, I swear it."

But I didn't look at him. I silently withdrew my hand. The next day, I started to feel a little better, my werewolf body slowly healing. This was the first time I had ever felt Alpha Hector's care, but it was all for the sake of my heart, the heart that would soon be beating in Stella's chest.

To make me recover faster, Alpha Hector even gave me some wolfsbane.

I looked at the wolfsbane, a powerful and dangerous herb that could cause the body to fester if misused. I laughed self - deprecatingly. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm going to lose my heart soon. What's the use of keeping this body?"

I said it so casually.

Alpha Hector looked at me with a complex expression.

For some reason, Alpha Hector seemed to be in pain. He snatched the wolfsbane back. "I'll make sure you have a healthy body. You'll live, Ava, I promise."

A healthy body to die in?

Outside the ward, John Smith came in with a property transfer agreement. He threw the file, still in its cover, hard at my face.

"As you wish. All the properties in Stella's hands are yours now. But mark my words, if this doesn't save Stella, you'll pay the price."

I was satisfied and signed the document.

Alpha Hector personally took me for an examination. I knew this examination was to check the condition of my heart, to make sure it was still suitable for the transplant.

When I came out of the examination room, I happened to run into Stella.

She was sitting in a wheelchair, her slender figure looking even more delicate in the thin hospital gown.

Her long hair fell in waves, and she had a sickly, pale beauty that made anyone who saw her feel pity.

"Sister, I heard from my brother - in - law that they found a heart source for me," Stella suddenly said. "You're happy for me, right? As a good werewolf sister, you should be overjoyed."

I looked into her black eyes, so bright and seemingly innocent.

"Happy," I smiled, a bit sincerely. "I'm very happy. After all, what kind of werewolf sister would I be if I wasn't?"

Not getting the reaction she expected, Stella seemed a bit disappointed. She casually raised her hand to brush her hair, and the women's wedding - style ring on her ring finger was very conspicuous. It was a pair with the one on Alpha Hector's hand.

My eyes fixed on it, my werewolf gaze intense.

Seeing this, Stella quickly took it off. "I'm sorry. This is a gift from my brother - in - law. It doesn't mean anything. Please don't be angry, sister. You know I would never betray you, right?"