Overseas Love He Chose My Sister

Alpha Carl's scalpel pierced my flesh, ready to begin the surgery.

His phone in his pocket vibrated wildly, and he couldn't resist answering it.

"Carl, before I die, I just want to see you one more time," Bianca, his adopted sister, said, her voice trembling.

She had attempted suicide.

I lay on the operating table, my abdomen already sliced open, when I heard the news.

Carl dropped the scalpel and turned to Alpha Arthur. "My Luna's surgery is in your hands now," he said.

With that, he turned and left.

As I watched Carl's retreating figure, my heart felt gripped by an invisible hand, the pain unbearable.

Tears slipped from my eyes before I could stop them.

In the next moment, a cold scalpel pierced my skin again.

Alpha Arthur spoke coldly. "Why are you crying? With me here, you won't die."

...

A sharp clatter echoed.

Carl tossed the scalpel aside without a word.

Suddenly, he yanked off his gloves and threw them into the trash. "I can't do this surgery. Get Arthur," he said.

It was the twentieth minute since Bianca's suicide attempt, and my usually calm and steady mate finally showed a crack in his composure.

"Carl, please don't leave me…" I called out weakly, my voice tinged with desperation.

Blood surged from my wound.

The searing pain paled in comparison to the agony in my heart, sorrow flooding my mind.

He abruptly halted my surgery, turning his back to everyone, pretending to calmly remove his gear.

But his trembling hands betrayed him.

He glanced at me briefly, his eyes complex.

It was as if his wolf urged him to stay.

But no wolf could wake someone determined to stay asleep.

I knew Carl had made up his mind to abandon me.

My mate, in my moment of greatest need, chose his adopted sister.

Bianca was in trouble, and he was frantic, desperate to rush to her side.

I was dying, yet he showed no concern.

"Alpha, your Luna's heart rate is spiking. She's very anxious," the nurse said. "Are you sure you want to leave now?"