The 5-time Rejected Gamma the Lycan King

"The heart compatibility is over ninety percent, with a rejection chance as low as five percent and a success rate of one hundred percent for the transplant."

"Midline sternotomy, intravenous injection of heparin 300U, establishing extracorporeal circulation."

"Excision of the anterior walls of the left and right atria, preservation of the posterior walls and parts of the interatrial septum for anastomosis... Close to the semilunar valves, the aorta and pulmonary artery are transected."

"Implantation and anastomosis are complete."

...

Olivia sat up abruptly from her bed, gasping for air as if she had been drowning, her eyes filled with terror and her forehead covered in cold sweat.

She looked around the familiar room, and after a while, her heartbeat gradually slowed down.

"Another dream!"

Olivia grabbed a tissue to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Ever since the car accident two years ago, she often dreamt of herself lying on an operating table surrounded by doctors in white coats, holding a bloody heart from her chest.

Each time, she could remember every word in the dream, even feeling the cold temperature of the operating room.

Whats more bizarre is that the words in each dream were the same, not a single one out of place.

Olivia glanced at the empty spot beside her and quickly looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table, realizing she had overslept again.

"Goodness, Olivia, are you a pig? How can you be worthy of him like this..." Olivia wailed and rushed into the bathroom like a gust of wind.

The car accident two years ago had hospitalized her for a month, during which she met the person responsible for the accident, Grant, who is now her husband, the CEO of the company, and a member of the Astor Family.

His superlative character and noble status made her, who grew up in the slums, always feel a bit unworthy of him, forcing her to strive to meet his expectations.

Olivia quickly applied her makeup in front of the mirror and was about to leave when she caught sight of the Jade Pendant on her neck in the mirror, which perfectly complemented the Butterfly Earrings she had worn since childhood...

A smile of uncontrollable happiness played on Olivias lips. Suddenly thinking of him waiting in the restaurant, she hurriedly picked out her favorite dress from the wardrobe and rushed downstairs.

"Madam, Sir is waiting for you in the dining room for breakfast."

The butler, dressed in a tuxedo with a standard British noble demeanor, smiled kindly, stood with one hand behind his back and the other gesturing emptily, bowing just the right amount, showing utmost respect.

"I know."

Olivia stuck her tongue out and quickened her pace down the stairs, stepping on the expensive Mediterranean carpets with intricate patterns, passing through the hallway adorned with famous paintings to the dining room.

Bright sunlight streamed in from the semicircular floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the dining room. The diamond-edged long table reflected dazzling colors, casting on the man sitting on the chair.

His features were sculpted and three-dimensional, with each line precisely set. Underneath his black,纰庡彂, were a pair of black eyes filled with tenderness, as delicate and handsome as a prince from a fairy tale.

"Olivia, youre here."

Grant patted his thigh, "Sit."

Since the first breakfast, her spot had been on her husbands thigh.

Olivia sat on it skillfully and was predictably encircled by his arm. The old butler had already ordered breakfast to be served on the table. She ate mouthfuls of food fed by her husband, smiling like a flower.

The sunlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows had lost its warmth but added a touch of golden yellow to her fair skin. The delicate fluff on her cheeks was clearly visible, and her long, curled eyelashes trembled with her smile. Her bright eyes seemed to contain another sun, shining brightly.

Undoubtedly, she was beautiful, with an impeccable figure and appearance.

But the reason he chose her was because the person he cared about the most was at that moment...

Grant lowered his eyes, his gaze shifting to the Jade Pendant on her neck, or more accurately, the position behind the Jade Pendant on her chest.

Olivia followed his gaze and saw the slightly exposed V-neck area of her skin, a faint cleavage. Her ears turned red, and she reached out to cover her chest, concealing the Jade Pendant as well.

"What are you looking at this early in the morning?"

Grants gaze moved to the corner of her lips, where a grain of rice had accidentally stuck. "Fool..."

His eyes were distant as he gently took a tissue and wiped it off, his voice as gentle as a stream flowing through Olivias heart.

The sweet and heart-wrenching breakfast came to an end.

He kissed her forehead and left for Astor Tower.

Olivia went from the dining room to the second floor and stood in front of the bedroom door, glancing at the busy servants downstairs.

No one would notice if she went in now, right?

Her heart raced as she approached the door of the room next to the bedroom and hesitated for two seconds before taking out the key she had finally stolen last night.

Click!

She pushed the door open, and a photo of a man and a woman directly caught her eye. Their smiles radiated happiness. The woman had a gentle face, exuding an intellectual beauty, and the man... wasnt it Grant, who shared the bed with her every night.

Olivias pupils contracted.

The entire room was dominated by white, elegant and fresh, with the same furniture arrangement as her bedroom, and even the same furniture.

Her hand casually brushed the shelf by the door, feeling no dust, indicating that someone cleaned every day.

"Damn it, whats going on..." Olivia frowned tightly, her teeth gradually clenching.

On the first day of her marriage, she was told by the old butler not to enter this room, and even the butler himself was not allowed in, which made her very curious.

Since no one was allowed in, why was it so clean, unless it was Grant... He cleaned it himself!

A great young master, cleaning?

"What are you up to, Grant?"

Olivia felt like her chest was filled with fire, her gaze wildly circling the bedroom before finally settling on the wardrobe, and she strode over.

"Whoosh!"

She reached out and yanked the door open, revealing a collection of elegantly colored womens clothing.

Coincidentally, every piece of clothing could be found in her wardrobe, even the hats and bags were the same. In other words, her wardrobe was a replica of this one.

Suddenly, Grants words echoed in her ears, I like you in elegant clothes. I had these clothes custom-made for you. You must look very beautiful in them.

Olivia was furious.

Wearing the clothes that woman liked, standing in front of Grant, was no different from letting Grant see that woman. He had actually treated her as a substitute!!!

Olivia picked up her favorite piece of clothing from the wardrobe, ready to throw it on the ground.

"Bang..."

The room door was violently knocked open.

Olivia was caught off guard, only seeing a blurry figure approaching from afar. Before she could see what was happening, a pull of pain came from her hand, and the clothes were snatched away.

"Who let you in here?" The voice was like the Arctic wind, cold to the bone, instantly freezing her blood, and like a knife, stabbing her heart over and over again.