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

After that, I started to talk very little.

Every day, I just stared blankly out of the window.

These last ten days, I was merely counting down the days, feeling no attachment to anything in front of me anymore.

Alpha Hector took me to do various examinations up and down.

Blood - drawing, taking medicine, the needles stabbed my arms until there was no spot of good flesh left, but I didn't utter a sound.

John Smith looked at me with a complex expression and questioned, "What on earth are you up to? Does a simple cold require so many examinations? Are you deliberately putting on a show to make us sympathize with you?"

I didn't bother to explain.

My face had become paler day by day, and I had lost a significant amount of weight. I never looked at him in the eyes anymore.

John Smith's heart was filled with a nameless anger.

"You've been different from your sister since you were a child. You're so scheming and malicious. All these things you do will only make us dislike you more. If you're sensible, you should leave the hospital early and disappear from our sight!"

As he spoke, John Smith gave me a hard shove.

My already thin body couldn't keep its balance, and I stumbled and fell.

The report sheets in my arms scattered all over the floor. John Smith was startled. "What are you pretending for? I just pushed you gently. Are you going to frame your own father now?"

I didn't explain.

Gritting my teeth to endure the pain, I bent down to pick up the scattered sheets.

They were all my various examination reports. John Smith took a look and casually picked up one. "What are you doing having an echocardiogram when you're perfectly fine?" Then he was about to look at the other sheets.

Just then, Stella's voice came from behind.

"Dad." She was in a wheelchair, looking extremely weak.

She grabbed John Smith's sleeve. "Dad, don't be angry with sister. She just wants you to care about her more. You've been with me for so long. It's normal for sister to be jealous. You go and accompany sister. I'm okay."

As she spoke, Stella weakly covered her chest and started gasping for breath.

Seeing this, John Smith immediately dropped the examination sheets in his hand. "Silly girl, look at you. She's your sister, but instead of helping, she's here acting sick to win your affection. Why are you still standing up for her? And if it weren't for her, would you have been born with this disease?"

My heart was already numb.

Behind me, Alpha Hector came out of the report room. Seeing this scene, his face changed drastically. He quickly took a few steps forward, picked up the report sheets, and then dragged me back to the ward without saying a word. As soon as we entered the door, I was thrown heavily onto the bed.

A stack of report sheets was thrown at me.

"Did you do it on purpose?" He continued, "Did you deliberately drop the examination sheets in front of Stella, hoping she would see the contents so that she would feel guilty and then refuse the heart - transplant? Ava, how vicious you are!"

I covered my sore waist and laughed bitterly.

"If you say so, then so be it." Anyway, whatever I said was useless. Whenever it came to Stella, Alpha Hector would lose all his rationality.

I silently returned to the bed and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Alpha Hector was silent for a moment. "Before Stella's operation, she has one more wish. It's to participate in the Great Hall Ballet Show. You're supposed to participate in next year's show, right? Give your spot to Stella."

I looked up in astonishment. "You know this is also my dream. You know how long I've been working hard for it. And now you want me to give my spot to her? No way!"

Alpha Hector frowned again. "It's just a spot. What's the big deal? It's just a small wish. Can't you, as her sister, even fulfill this?"

How could he say it so casually? It seemed that everything I had sacrificed didn't matter at all. As long as Stella wanted something, I had to give it up.

"I've already promised to give her my heart. Now, does she even want to take away my dream?"

Alpha Hector was shocked. Just then, Stella's crying and shouting came from outside the door. "I just want to fulfill a small wish, and you guys can't even satisfy me. I might as well just die!"

John Smith immediately shook his head when he heard this. "Silly girl, don't say such things." Then he turned to me and ordered, "Give this spot to your sister!" His tone was not a request at all. "Stella is your sister. Can't you be less selfish? Do you want to deliberately drive your sister to death to be happy?"

I stubbornly refused to compromise. "No!"

John Smith's face turned livid. "Fine, if you don't give the spot, then don't even think about your little werewolf friend who's been helping you secretly. I know you care about her. You know what I can do."

I was shocked, looking at him in disbelief. This was my father. He was using my weakness to hurt me again and again, forcing me to give in.

Alpha Hector also tried to persuade me. "You can get another spot next time. Just give it to Stella this time. Stop being so stubborn."

Tears streaming down my face, I suddenly laughed. I looked at the people in front of me, all of them were my closest ones. "Fine, I'll give it." After I said that, I looked at everyone. "Are you satisfied now?"

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief and turned to look at Stella.

Only I, with my head raised, closed my eyes and let the tears fall uncontrollably.

The light in my eyes dimmed little by little, and finally turned completely gray.

At night, Alpha Hector brought back a bowl of mushroom - barley soup. It wafted a warm, earthy aroma through the room, but I had no appetite whatsoever. Alpha Hector had long forgotten that I loathed the earthy, musty taste of mushrooms. The chunks of mushrooms floating in the thick, creamy soup were a repugnant sight to me. I stared at the bowl on the table, a surge of irritation rising within me. With a swift, angry motion, I swept my hand across and sent the bowl flying straight into the trash can.

I saw the complacency in Stella's eyes. "As long as I want something, Mom, Dad, and even Alpha Hector will bring it to me." Stella said, suddenly laughing with a maliciousness that sent chills down my spine.

"I wonder if sister will still have the chance to watch me dance ballet in the Great Hall after the heart - transplant."

She knew it all. I looked at her coldly and said only one sentence. "Even if you go on stage, with your skills, you'll only be a laughingstock."

Stella's face immediately darkened. "You'd better worry about your good friend instead of me. I heard she's in big trouble now."

"What do you mean?"

Stella feigned innocence. "You don't know? Your good friend Bruna came to me and made some sarcastic remarks. I just told Alpha Hector that I didn't like her. And Alpha Hector seems to have sent someone to deal with her. It's a bit troublesome, but you know Alpha Hector's methods. He can just frame her with some charges. She won't be able to get out of prison for ten or eight years."

I couldn't hold back anymore and slapped her across the face. "You're crazy! If you have anything against me, come at me. Why are you targeting my friend!"

Stella smiled indifferently. "Because you care about her. You don't have much left for me to target, so I can only make things difficult for her. Blame yourself. You're the one who got your good friend into trouble. What does it have to do with me?"

Stella was smiling innocently, but behind that smile was a terrifying cruelty.

I raised my hand again, but this time, before it could land, I was pushed hard.

Alpha Hector rushed over and angrily shielded Stella behind him. "What are you doing!"