I Returned the Heart, but the Wolf King Gave Me His Chapter 10

I Returned the Heart, but the Wolf King Gave Me His Chapter 10

Patricia’s pov

“Is it a real heart transplant?”

My voice was hoarse. I looked at the surgical consent form in the pack doctor’s hand.

“Yes! Absolutely real!”

The pack doctor practically thrust the form at me.

I read every word. Once I was certain it really was a heart transplant, I signed my name.

Who doesn’t want to live longer?

Maybe Alpha Michael had a sudden change of heart and wants to make amends. Maybe it’s

something else.

I don’t care. As long as I get to keep living.

After I signed, my gaze drifted toward the door.

A pair of black leather shoes peeked out from behind the frame.

I knew it was Alpha Michael.

He didn’t show his face. I was just as glad not to see it.

The third heart surgery went smoothly.

When I woke, the heart in my chest beat strong and steady.

It took to my body perfectly. No rejection.

But there was something about it-something that felt strangely, hauntingly familiar.

I spent a week recovering. The pack doctor came to check on me every day. Alpha Michael never appeared.

One day, after the pack doctor finished his exam, I went outside to get some air.

That’s when I saw the pack doctor rushing into an elevator with several others, looking worried.

The elevator stopped on the eighteenth floor.

I followed.

The hallway led to a private suite. I could hear voices.

“Alpha Michael, please-try to stay calm!”

“A newly transplanted artificial heart needs time to stabilize. Your emotions are spiking too hard- the heart can’t handle the overload!”

Inside the room, the pack doctor was trying to soothe Alpha Michael, his voice tight with fear.

Alpha Michael was pale as death. His face was twisted with something bitter-grief, maybe, or regret. He was murmuring to himself.

“So this is what an artificial heart feels like…”

“How much pain was Patricia Moore in… all that time?”

His voice scraped out, raw and hoarse.

“How is she? Patricia Moore-how is she?”

“Did my heart take? Is there any rejection?”

Alpha Michael’s words detonated inside my skull.

I pressed a hand to my chest. The heart-his heart-was pounding against my ribs.

This heart belonged to Alpha Michael.

I shoved the door open and walked in.

“Alpha Michael. Did you secretly give me your heart to atone for everything you did?”

“You think this makes me forgive you?”

“Let me make something clear. That is never happening. Not in this lifetime.”

I kept my voice level. I looked him in the eyes and said every word slowly, deliberately.

“You thought that by giving me your heart, I’d forgive you for three years of torment?”

“You thought that by giving me your heart, you could erase the fact that you almost got me killed— thrown into the path of a truck?”

“Alpha Michael, I am sorry for what happened to Elizabeth.”

“But as for you? All I feel now is disgust.”

I walked out of the room.

Behind me, there was a crash. Something heavy hitting the floor.

“Patricia Moore – I know.”

“I know what I did to you. I’m not asking for your forgiveness.”

“I’m just… trying to make it right. Whatever way I can.”

“Please don’t hate this heart. I’m begging you.”

“Please. Just give me one chance. One chance to make up for all of it.”

Alpha Michael’s voice was shaking. Every word reached me.

I didn’t turn around. I didn’t look back.

The next day, the pack doctor told me Alpha Michael had been discharged.

He sighed.

“Patricia Moore-please don’t think about removing that heart again.”

“Your body cannot survive another surgery.

“This heart-Alpha Michael’s heart-just take care of it. Please.’

He pressed a box into my hands.

“Alpha Michael asked me to give this to you before he left.’

It was a beautiful box. I opened it.

Inside-photographs. All of them of me. Dancing.

The last photo was from three years ago. The day of the Coldcreek Pack pileup.

Elizabeth and I had been shopping together. I was trying on a white tulle dress. In the photo, I was

smiling-eyes bright, full of starlight.

On the back of the photograph, a few words were written in careful script.

Alpha Michael’s handwriting.

Patricia Moore-I want to form a mate bond with you.

The ink had faded. The words were blurred, as if someone had touched them too many times.

I traced my fingers over the letters. Inside my chest, his heart gave a few fierce, hard beats.

Then the rhythm settled.

The flutter passed.

Because a love that’s three years too late-it can’t cross the distance between heartbeats.