He Chose His Adopted 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.