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Chapter 3: My Last Prayer

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Katherine Harrington

“Her blood pressure is dropping!”

The shout tore through the darkness like lightning.

I tried to open my eyes, but my body wouldn’t listen. Everything felt heavy, like I was trapped underwater.

Voices blurred around me. Machines beeped rapidly somewhere near my head.

“She’s losing too much blood. Stop the procedure!”

“We can’t,” another voice said nervously. “The beta’s daughter needs it!”

Pain exploded in my side again, sharp enough to drag a broken sound from my throat.

I wanted to scream.

But the sedative chained my body to the table.

Something cold touched my stomach.

A second later—

The blade cut.

White-hot agony ripped through me. My fingers twitched helplessly against the sheet as tears slid down the sides of my face.

So this is how it ends.

Moon Goddess…

My thoughts trembled weakly in the darkness.

Is this really my fate?

After five years of loving him.

After taking a knife meant for his precious Helen.

Now I had to give her my kidney too?

A hollow laugh echoed in my mind.

If you can hear me… save me.

Because if I survive this…

I swear I will never choose Sebastian again.

The pain deepened.

My breathing turned shallow.

Then—

The operating room door slammed open.

“Who gave you permission to touch her?”

The voice was cold enough to freeze the entire room.

Even through the fog of anesthesia, I felt the air change.

Silence fell instantly.

My eyelids fluttered weakly, vision blurred and unfocused.

A tall figure stood in the doorway.

I couldn’t see his face clearly.

But every wolf in the room had lowered their heads.

Fear.

Respect.

Submission.

It rolled off them in waves.

Footsteps approached the table.

“Stop the surgery,” the man said calmly.

“But—sir—” one of the doctors stammered. “The beta’s daughter will die without—”

“Did I ask?”

His voice dropped.

The temperature in the room seemed to fall ten degrees.

“No one touches her again.”

Strong arms suddenly slid beneath my body.

The movement sent a burst of pain through my side, but I barely reacted. My mind was drifting too far away.

Someone… was carrying me.

My head fell weakly against a broad chest.

The scent of something unfamiliar surrounded me—dark pine, smoke, and something powerful enough to make even my weak Omega instincts tremble.

Who…?

My thoughts struggled to form.

My parents were dead.

I had no family.

No one who would come for me.

Then why…

Why was someone saving me?

The world tilted as he carried me out of the room.

Voices followed us into the hallway.

“She’s not going to make it, Alpha Tyrant!” someone said urgently.

Alpha… Tyrant?

My fading mind caught the words.

Alpha… Tyrant…?

The title sounded distant and unreal, like something from a dream.

“Not make it?” the deep voice replied coldly.

A pause followed.

Then—

“Try saying that again.”

Panic erupted around us.

“She’s lost too much blood!”

“She needs immediate stabilization!”

“Prepare another room!”

The man holding me didn’t slow down.

His grip tightened slightly, as if refusing to let go.

My vision darkened further.

The last thing I felt was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek.

Strong.

Unshaken.

Then everything went black.

---

Cold.

That was the first thing I felt.

Not pain.

Not fear.

Just cold.

For a moment, I wondered if this was what death felt like.

My eyes slowly opened.

The room around me looked strangely familiar.

White walls.

Hospital lights.

A quiet hum of machines.

Voices drifted from the other side of the curtain.

I turned my head weakly.

Sebastian stood beside the bed.

Helen was in his arms.

Alive.

Perfectly healthy.

Her head rested against his chest while he stroked her hair gently.

My heart twisted.

Even now… he chose her.

Helen’s voice broke the silence.

Soft.

Sweet.

Cruel.

“You didn’t really believe I needed her kidney, did you?”

Sebastian frowned slightly. “The doctor said—”

“I paid the doctor.”

The words landed like a bomb.

I froze.

Helen giggled quietly, fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest.

“I just needed Katherine out of the way. She’s always been such an obstacle.”

Sebastian went still.

“But what if something happens to her?” he asked after a moment.

Helen shrugged.

“Then she dies.”

My breath caught.

“She’s just an Omega without a wolf anyway,” Helen continued carelessly. “You can find another wife anytime.”

Silence stretched between them.

I waited.

Waited for Sebastian to argue.

To defend me.

To say my name.

Instead—

He sighed.

“You’re impossible.”

Helen laughed softly and kissed him.

“Admit it,” she whispered. “You never loved her anyway.”

Sebastian didn’t answer.

He just held her tighter.

Something inside my chest shattered completely.

The last fragile piece of hope I had been clinging to… crumbled into dust.

Tears poured down my face.

Moon Goddess…

My voice trembled in the darkness of my mind.

Please…

If you can hear me…

Give me one more chance.

My hands clenched weakly.

I won’t love him anymore.

I won’t beg for his affection.

I won’t live like this again.

My tears burned hotter.

Just give me one more life.

I swear…

I will make them regret everything.

Something stirred deep inside my chest.

At first it was faint.

A tiny spark.

Then it grew stronger.

Warmer.

A low, unfamiliar growl echoed somewhere deep within my soul.

My wolf.

The one they said I didn’t have.

The one that had been silent my entire life.

It was waking up.

The sound grew louder.

Stronger.

Wild.

Then—

Pain exploded through my skull.

My eyes snapped open.

A sharp gasp tore from my throat as I shot upright in bed.

My head throbbed violently.

The room around me spun.

Dark stone walls.

A large unfamiliar bed.

This wasn’t the hospital.

Fear surged through me.

“Help…” My voice came out hoarse and broken.

My throat burned like sandpaper.

“Help… please… I’m thirsty…”

A chair scraped loudly nearby.

Someone rushed toward the door.

“She’s awake!” a woman shouted.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway.

“Alpha! She’s awake!”

The word barely registered before the door burst open.

Several nurses rushed inside.

And behind them—

A tall man stepped into the room.

Even through the haze of pain, I felt the shift in the air.

Power rolled off him like a storm.

My vision blurred before I could see his face clearly.

The pounding in my head grew unbearable.

Darkness crept back into the edges of my sight.

The last thing I heard was a deep voice saying quietly—

“MATE”

Then the world faded to black again.

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