My Family Regretted After Donating My Liver to the Fake Alpha's Daughter

On my eighteenth birthday, they branded me a bastard.

My brother snarled, accusing me of stealing what wasn't mine.

My mother spat venom, calling me a filthy wolf-just like my biological mother.

My father stayed silent, his eyes dark.

They forced me to give my liver to the "true daughter."of Silverpine Pack.

After the transplant, I abandoned hope for their love.

But they regretted it.

My brother, trembling with fear, howled, begging for forgiveness.

My mother sobbed, desperate for me to return.

I bared my teeth and smiled.

"Sure. But only in the next life."