I Returned the Heart, but the Wolf King Gave Me His Chapter 09

I Returned the Heart, but the Wolf King Gave Me His Chapter 09

Patricia’s pov

Over the next year, money kept finding its way to me through strange channels.

Pack member subsidies I didn’t remember applying for. A lottery prize from an online purchase I never made.

I spent my mother’s final months by her side.

After we buried her, I didn’t return to Coldcreek Pack. Instead, I opened a little shop in Brightmoon

Pack.

I tended that shop for a year. The lifespan of my transplanted artificial heart was nearly up.

I prepared for death quietly. I even prepaid for a funeral service.

Right after I made the arrangements, I got a call from Coldcreek Pack Hospital.

“Is this Patricia Moore?”

“We have a matching heart for you here at Wolf Pack Hospital. Are you interested?”

I froze. Thought it was a scam.

But the hospital called again-and this time, they had all my information.

“Patricia Moore, we understand your concerns.”

“But this is not a scam. I promise you.”

“You know Alpha Michael of Coldcreek Pack, correct?”

“This heart source was arranged by Alpha Michael himself. The origin is completely legitimate.

You don’t need to worry about anything. Top surgeons will be performing the procedure.”

“Take a few days to think it over. If you agree, we can send someone to bring you here right away.”

The pack doctor’s voice was earnest. Then the line went quiet.

I sat there, phone in my hand, stunned.

Honestly-when I first left Coldcreek Pack, I always thought it had gone too smoothly.

Alpha Michael never showed up to stop me. Never interfered.

Even joining Brightmoon Pack-running my little shop in peace—

I thought maybe the Moon Goddess had finally taken pity on me. Maybe she wanted my last days to be gentle.

But now I wonder how much of it was Alpha Michael, working behind the scenes.

For that entire year, it was like he’d vanished from my life entirely.

Hearing his name again felt like reaching back into another life.

He found me a heart?

I thought he had nothing left for me but hatred.

When I tried to picture Alpha Michael’s face, all I could see were those cold eyes. That look of pure

loathing.

I ignored the pack doctor’s call and continued preparing for death.

Then, three days later, my artificial heart stopped for the first time.

I hit the floor with a thud.

Before I even understood what was happening, the door was kicked open.

“Patricia Moore!”

“Patricia Moore, are you okay?!”

Several men rushed in and started CPR.

I recognized them. Alpha Michael’s three most trusted pack guards.

Through the fog, I heard them on the phone.

“Alpha Michael—Miss Patricia Moore collapsed. We think her heart has stopped…”

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed.

From outside the door, I heard Alpha Michael’s voice, thick with fury.

“I told you to convince her to get the heart transplant!”

“That was your idea of convincing?!”

“A few more seconds and she would’ve been dead!”

“I will not let Patricia Moore die. You are scheduling that surgery today!”

His voice-that voice I hadn’t heard in so long-froze me in place.

The door opened.

It wasn’t Alpha Michael who walked in. It was the pack doctor, his brow furrowed, his eyes pleading.

“Patricia Moore… you heard him.’

“Alpha Michael says the surgery has to happen today.”

“Pack members cannot disobey the Alpha’s orders. Please-don’t make this harder for us.”