The Alpha's Belated Heart

I watched as the doctor tossed the bone marrow, which was freshly extracted from me, into the trash can.

Just as I was about to speak, I heard voices from the adjacent room.

"The 97th revenge, and that stupid woman, Vanessa Price, really believes Timothy was poisoned and rushed over to donate her bone marrow."

"Vanessa stole Bryanna's championship back then. Just wait. Timothy will take revenge on Vanessa three more times. She'll be begging for mercy."

Timothy Oliver, for whom I would sacrifice everything, was casually listening to his friends recount his torments against me.

I was forced to search through garbage for a non-existent ring and brave the cold in solemn prayer before the statue of the Moon Goddess. And my piano competition was ruined...

Timothy meticulously planned 100 acts of revenge against me in the past four years to vent the anger of his stepmother, Bryanna Oliver.

It wasn't until he unearthed my dead body and the pregnancy test in a collapsed silver mine that he truly regretted it.

Now it was time for me to fight back for the deception under the name of love.

...

As soon as I received the news that Timothy was poisoned, I rushed to the hospital to have my blood test so that I could know if my bone marrow could be used to save him.

I was fully aware that anesthesia had no effect on me, but I still endured the excruciating pain and donated 500 ml of bone marrow for Timothy.

The doctor advised me to rest in bed, and I nodded in agreement.

But I was worried about Timothy, so I dragged myself to go and check on him, only to unexpectedly discover the therapist had thrown the bone marrow that was extracted from me into the trash.

I was about to speak when laughter erupted from the next room. "Ahhh, that stupid woman really believes Timothy was afflicted by a werewolf curse, so she rushed over to donate bone marrow!"

I peered through the door crack in disbelief and saw Timothy casually scrolling through his phone.

He looked normal, and his handsome face carried a smile.

It didn't look like he had been poisoned at all.

I rubbed my temples and thought I had hallucinations, as I was too eager.

"Let's count how many times we have taken revenge on her. The first time, we tricked her into thinking Timothy's ring was thrown away by the maid. She ended up rummaging through all the trash in the city, getting herself dirty and allergic for a month. The second time, we fooled her into believing Timothy was in a car accident. She braved the cold in solemn prayer before the statue of the Moon Goddess for a whole day and night. She fainted from a high fever and was taken to the hospital. Then we sabotaged her piano, so her graduation performance was ruined. Her panicked expression was even filmed and posted online for everyone's amusement. This time, we tricked her into donating bone marrow. It is already the 97th time. Our revenge plan will be complete after we trick her three more times. Timothy takes that lowly Omega as his mate for four years. It is truly a sacrifice."

How dare Vanessa steal Bryanna's championship back then? Bryanna cried sadly, and her eyes were swollen. Just wait. After we trick her three more times, she'll be begging for mercy."

"That's right. Bryanna is Timothy's stepmother, and Timothy promised his father that he wouldn't let anyone who bullied Bryanna go."

"That's why Timothy pretended to be Vanessa's mate. After the 100 acts of revenge are over, Timothy will break up with her. It's a pity that we won't have such a fun game anymore."

...

Listening to their conversation, my wolf was almost uncontrollable and letting out mournful cries.

I clenched my fists tightly, and my nails dug into my palms.

I never imagined that my devotion would be met with their humiliation. Nor could I believe that Timothy formed a mate bond just to avenge my victory over Bryanna in the piano competition.

He knew how deeply I loved him. I was even willing to sacrifice my life...

Timothy will be the alpha in the pack and had a noble lineage. He was tall and handsome, and all women dreamed of being his mate.

I was enamored with him as well.

I encountered rogue wolves while studying outside the pack back then. He stood up and safely escorted me home.

I summoned the courage to confess my feelings to him, but he rejected me. One day, he heard the piano piece I composed for him and accepted my love.

I thought my sincerity touched him. But I had never expected that it was merely a scheme that Timothy devised to avenge his stepmother, Bryanna.

He rejected me previously because he loved Bryanna. But he never admitted it in front of others. He only said that it was his deceased father's wish.

He agreed to form a mate bond with me later because he loved Bryanna and couldn't bear her suffering. So he wanted to avenge my winning the championship over Bryanna.

He meticulously planned 100 deceptions. He made me repay a hundredfold because I caused Bryanna to cry once.

Tears rolled down my face, and suffocating feelings washed over me.

I looked at Timothy's friends' mocking expressions and at his indifferent face. It turned out that I was just a joke to them.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway. They cautiously glanced towards the door.

I quickly turned and fled.

The physical pain would soon vanish, but the wounds in my heart only deepened.

Memories of my time with Timothy flashed through my mind. I realized all those cherished moments were fake.

I just wanted to escape that place with all my might, although the blood was seeping from my wounds.

I finally collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Tears flowed profusely.

I hugged my knees and bowed my head. All grievances and pain surged in my heart.

"How ironic it is! Vanessa, you really are a fool," I thought.

After crying for a long time, my phone rang.

I took out my phone, and Julissa Rogers's voice was heard. She was my best friend.

She said, "Vanessa, are you really giving up the opportunity of studying at the Central City Music Academy? Every werewolf pianist dreams of such a chance."

Recently, Julissa secretly applied for further learning at the academy for me. She didn't want my talent to be wasted. But I hesitated because I didn't want to leave Timothy. I even considered abandoning my dream of becoming a pianist.

But I'd changed my mind now.

"I'll take it." I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath. Then I said resolutely, "I will become the most outstanding werewolf pianist."

Julissa said with excitement, "That's great. Let's contact the mentor then. Once it is confirmed, it can't be changed. Otherwise, you'll end up on the blacklist of the Pianist Association."

I was so weak that I could barely hold the phone. But I replied to her firmly, "I'm sure. I won't change my mind."

Julissa offered to book my flight right away. But then she seemed to remember something and asked in a low voice, "By the way, what about Timothy? You love him with all your heart. You even said you'd give up your dream of being a pianist to be the woman behind him. Right?"

Hearing Timothy's name, I was heartbroken.

The piercing laughter echoed in my ears, and Timothy's indifferent face when he responded to those who mocked me flashed before my eyes.

He had been with me for four years. But he just wanted to torment me for Bryanna.

"I don't love him anymore," I said, my voice hoarse yet calm. "He's not worth it."

After hanging up, I stood dazed by the roadside for a while. I tried to calm myself down and then headed towards my "home."

After I pushed open the villa's gate once more, everything looked familiar, but my feelings had changed.

The villa was under Timothy's name. Shortly after we decided to be together, he casually suggested we live together.

I was shy and expectant back then. I believed that it meant his commitment to our relationship and could help us understand each other better.

I had meticulously decorated the villa and filled it with love. I had dreamed of raising children there and spending the rest of my life loving Timothy.

But now I realized that it was just my fantasy.

I lived together with Timothy so that it was more convenient for Timothy to help Bryanna vent her anger.

I couldn't understand why Timothy would go to such lengths for Bryanna. He lived with me for four years for Bryanna's sake, although he didn't love me.

There were traces of our intimacy in the living room, kitchen, and bedroom. He even marked me one month after I moved in.

Everything he did just proved how important Bryanna was to him.

In the few days after I knew the truth, I didn't inquire about Timothy. Nor did I visit him.

I destroyed everything in the house that held our happy memories. I discarded what couldn't be destroyed.

I dug out my cherished photo album. It was filled with snippets of our life together. Each photo was accompanied by a caption.

"I made tuna salad today. He said he loved it. I was so happy."

"He accompanied me to a musical today. I hoped we'd form a mate bond soon, just like the couple on stage."

"He said the servant had lost the ring he gave me. I searched everywhere but couldn't find it. But it didn't matter. I bought new matching rings for us."

Tears streamed down my face as I tore the album apart and burned memories in a fire pit. I watched them curl and burn into ashes.

Then I packed up all the gifts I'd painstakingly prepared for Timothy over the past four years and donated them to charity.

There were dozens of items, such as the watches, the coats, and the ties. Each was an expression of my love for him.

Lastly, I uprooted the large patch of sunflowers I had planted for Timothy. He loved sunflowers and believed that they symbolized love that was devotion.

Now I finally understood that he was devoted to Bryanna.

As I uprooted the sunflowers one by one, the leaves cut into my palms. It seemed to remind me that I had to strip away my love for Timothy.

There were so many things accumulated in the past four years.

It took me four whole days to clear everything away. I gradually emerged from my sorrow and felt much lighter during the four days.

Suddenly, the villa door swung open, and Timothy appeared at the entrance.

He glanced around the empty living room and was puzzled. "It seems like a lot of things are gone."

I replied expressionlessly, "I just tidied up. We don't have to keep so many things."

Timothy walked up to me. He said with a hint of reproach, "I was nearly killed by some poison. But you didn't even visit me in the hospital."

I said flatly, "You're standing right here in front of me. You're not in any danger."

Timothy hadn't expected such a response from me. He tried to explain, saying, "I heard you donated bone marrow for me. I was worried that something might happen to you as you were alone, so I got discharged early."

As he spoke, his hand moved to my lower back. He asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

I sidestepped his touch and replied calmly, "I'm fine. Every wolf can recover quickly due to natural resilience."

He noticed my change in attitude and frowned. "What's wrong with you? I've only been hospitalized for four days, and you seem like a different wolf."

I smiled slightly and said, "You're overthinking. I'm still me."

Timothy didn't respond.

I couldn't see anyone but him in the past. Even a slight cough from him would keep me awake with concern.

But he was hospitalized for four days this time, and I never asked about his condition.

Timothy looked into my eyes and wondered why I had changed.

After a moment, he said gently, "Are you under a lot of stress lately? A friend's hunting lodge just opened. Let me take you there to relax."

I wanted to decline, but Timothy urgently picked me up. We got into the car together.

The car bumped along the mountain road and made me feel a bit dizzy.

When we arrived at the hunting lodge, Timothy noticed I wasn't feeling well and opened the car door for me.

"Are you feeling carsick?" he asked softly.

"It's fine." I shook my head and silently got out of the car.

As soon as I reached the entrance, I saw the last person I wanted to meet.

It was Bryanna.

She was in a white shirt and tight jeans. Her long hair was tied back. She had a charming smile on her face. She was eye-catching among the young wolves.

Bryanna was Timothy's stepmother. After his father passed away, Timothy took on the responsibility of taking care of her. Over the years, they never displayed any excessive intimacy in front of me.

I had never imagined that Timothy harbored such deep feelings for Bryanna.

Bryanna noticed Timothy holding my hand as we walked into the entrance of the hunting lodge. She gave a meaningful smile. It seemed that she was aware of Timothy's plan of taking revenge.

Thinking of that, I felt a chill run through my spine.

Timothy noticed Bryanna looking at us and was flustered. He let go of my hand.

He whispered, "I'll go and say hello to my friends. You go ahead and look around. I'll be right back."

Watching Timothy's departing figure, I felt sadness.

As soon as Timothy left, Bryanna broke away from the group and headed in the same direction.

I watched them disappear around the corner, and my headache intensified. I intended to have a rest somewhere.

"Hey, Vanessa, let us take you to the deer park. You love little animals, don't you?" Timothy's close friends joked as they dragged me towards the woods.

I waved my hand in refusal. "Let me wait for Timothy to come back. I was feeling carsick earlier, and I am not quite well."

"He'll catch up soon. You will feel better after you breathe fresh air in the woods." They quickly pulled me towards the woods as they talked to me.

"Look, hey, Vanessa, there are deer," someone shouted. My gaze followed his pointing direction.

But someone behind me gave a sudden push.

"Ah-" I screamed. Before I could see who pushed me, I rolled directly down the slope.

Branches and wild grass scratched my cheeks.

I couldn't stop myself from tumbling over and over until I finally came to a halt at the valley bottom.

I was battered against some stone and bruised.

My vision blurred as I gradually lost consciousness.

...

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in bed in the villa. I felt dizzy, and every slight movement sent waves of pain through my body. I was covered in bruises and scrapes.

I struggled to sit up. Timothy helped me and handed me a cup of water and some pills with concern. "You slipped down the slope. These are painkillers. Take some, and you won't feel any pain."

I was dazed and took the pills without thinking. The pain was overwhelming.

I lay down again and drifted into a restless sleep. But I was jolted awake by waves of nausea and stomach cramps.

I struggled to open my eyes and found Timothy was gone.

With all my strength, I made it to the bathroom. I suffered from severe vomiting and diarrhea.

Moreover, my eyes still ached, and I couldn't see clearly.

I had to go to the hospital.

I called for an ambulance.

The doctor exclaimed anxiously upon seeing me.

With three hours of emergency treatment later, my condition began to improve.

I lay in bed and watched the nurse apply ointment to my wounds. "You luckily came in time, or you might have lost the baby."

After I was hospitalized this time, I learned that I was pregnant with Timothy's baby.

I weakly leaned against the bed and stared at the medical report in my hand blankly. "I took painkillers and had a sleep. I didn't eat anything, but why did I have diarrhea?"

The nurse asked, "Did you take painkillers?"

I took out a small bottle and handed it to her. "My mate gave me these. I just take some."

The nurse took the bottle and crushed a pill to examine it closely. "The label says they are painkillers, but there are actually laxatives in the bottle. Luckily, you came to the hospital in time. Otherwise, you might have gone into shock."

I looked at the nurse's serious expression, and my face darkened. Then I forced a weak smile. "Maybe my mate made a mistake."

Just then, I received some messages.

I took out my phone and read the content. My fingers trembled, and I could barely hold my phone.

It was Timothy's friends chatting.

"Ahhh, the mission was accomplished for the 98th revenge."

"This plan was perfect. We pushed her down the slope, and then Timothy gave her laxatives. She's probably feeling awful right now."

"It's a pity that we couldn't blind her this time. Otherwise, she can't compete with Bryanna in the piano contest."

Soon, someone realized the situation. "Oh no! You sent the messages in the wrong chat group. Vanessa is in this group, too."