Betrayed by the Alpha Twins: Her Second Chance

I sat on the edge of the cold hospital bed, clutching a positive pregnancy test. Two pink lines. An Alpha's pup.

I thought this miracle would finally save me from my life as an invisible, latent wolf in the Holden Pack.

But when I ran to the club to tell Anthony the news, I heard his voice through the door, cold as ice.

"I am an Alpha. Do you really think I would touch a cripple like you?"

Then, his identical twin brother, Emmanuel, laughed.

"I don't know, Ant. She's tight. I've enjoyed warming your bed for you these past six months."

My blood ran cold. It was Mating Fraud. The man I loved hadn't touched me once; he had let his brother use me as a proxy.

When they caught me listening, they didn't apologize. Anthony used his Alpha Command to force me to my knees, crushing me with his aura.

"Get rid of the thing in your belly," he sneered. "Bastards aren't allowed in the Holden Pack."

They exiled me to the toxic Mining District so Anthony could marry my high school bully, Bianca.

They forced me to jump off a cliff for "training." They watched Bianca poison my soup and saved her instead of me. To save my unborn child from being murdered by its own father, I had to make the heartbreaking choice to terminate the pregnancy myself.

They thought I was dead after pushing me into traffic on the morning of their wedding.

But I dragged my broken body to a terminal and hacked the church's livestream.

As Anthony stood at the altar, the massive screens turned black, and their recorded confession boomed through the speakers.

"Game on, Alpha," I whispered, turning my back on the city.

I was going to the war-torn Borderlands to die. Instead, I found the one thing they never expected me to become.

The White Wolf.

Chapter 1

Erica POV:

The cheap plastic test in my hand was shaking. Two pink lines.

I sat on the edge of the cold hospital bed, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. I was pregnant.

I pressed a hand to my flat stomach. A pup. An Alpha's pup.

For the first time in years, the crushing weight of my life in the Holden Pack felt lighter. I was just a nurse here, a latent wolf who couldn't Shift. To most, that made me worse than an Omega. It made me invisible.

But Anthony saw me. Or so I thought.

"I have to tell him," I whispered to the empty room.

I grabbed my coat and ran out of the pack hospital. The night air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and city exhaust.

My destination was the "Obsidian," the exclusive club owned by the Holden Corporation. It was where the high-ranking wolves gathered to drink, scheme, and flaunt their power.

The bouncer, a burly Gamma, sneered when he saw me but let me pass. He knew I was the Alpha's... plaything.

I navigated through the pulsating music and the thick haze of cigar smoke. My senses were dull compared to a full wolf, but I knew where the VIP section was.

I reached the heavy oak door of the private suite. I hesitated. Paranoia, a habit learned from years of bullying, made me pause. I pulled my phone out and hit 'record' before slipping it into the breast pocket of my scrubs, the lens peeking out.

I didn't knock. I pressed my ear to the wood.

"She's coming here, brother. I can smell her cheap vanilla shampoo from the hallway."

I froze. That was Emmanuel's voice. The Beta. Anthony's twin brother.

"Let her come," Anthony's voice replied, cold and sharp as ice. "It ends tonight anyway."

"Are you finally going to tell her?" Emmanuel laughed, a cruel, grating sound. "The coronation is in three days. You can't have a defective mute wolf hanging around when you crown Bianca as your Luna."

My blood ran cold. Bianca? The woman who made my life a living hell in high school?

"It's not just about Bianca," Anthony said, his tone bored. "It's about standards. The Holden bloodline cannot be polluted by a latent wolf who can't even Shift."

"I don't know, Ant," Emmanuel teased. "She's tight. I've enjoyed warming your bed for you these past six months."

I gasped, stumbling back. My shoulder hit the wall with a thud.

The door swung open.

Two identical faces looked down at me. High cheekbones, cruel jawlines, eyes the color of storm clouds. The Holden twins.

Anthony sat on the leather sofa, holding a glass of amber whiskey. He looked immaculate, regal, and utterly indifferent.

Emmanuel stood by the door, a smirk twisting his lips. He leaned against the frame, blocking my exit.

"You heard," Anthony said. It wasn't a question.

"You..." I choked out, looking between them. "Proxy... mate?"

In our world, the Moon Goddess dictates that mates are sacred. But there are dark, twisted loopholes. A Proxy Mate is when a powerful wolf uses a stand-in to satisfy physical needs without forming a spiritual bond.

"I am an Alpha," Anthony said, standing up. He radiated power, a physical pressure that made the air heavy. "Do you really think I would touch a cripple like you? A wolf without a wolf?"

"But... the nights," I whispered, tears blurring my vision. "The whispers..."

"That was me, sweetheart," Emmanuel said, stepping closer. He sniffed my neck, and for the first time, I realized the scent I thought was Anthony's was actually a mix of pheromones and suppressants. "Anthony finds your scent... lacking. So I took one for the team."

"You're sick," I spat. "Both of you. This is against the Law!"

"I am the Law in this city," Anthony said calmly.

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out.

The room went deathly silent.

Emmanuel's smirk faltered. For a split second, his eyes dropped to my stomach, a flash of something unreadable crossing his face-surprise? Possession? But it vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by a sneer to match his brother's.

"What did you say?" Emmanuel asked, his voice dropping.

"I'm pregnant," I repeated, my hand protecting my stomach. "With the Alpha's heir."

"No," Anthony said. He didn't look happy. He looked disgusted. "You are pregnant with a bastard."

He took a step forward. The pressure in the room increased tenfold.

"Kneel," Anthony commanded.

It was the Alpha's Command.

A shockwave of pure dominance slammed into my shoulders. My knees buckled instantly. I hit the floor hard, pain shooting up my legs, but I couldn't move. My body was locked by his voice.

"A latent bitch carrying a pup creates a weak bloodline," Anthony declared, looking down at me like I was a stain on his expensive rug. "And since you can't tell the difference between my brother and me, you are too stupid to be a mother."

He reached into his jacket pocket and tossed a crumpled piece of paper at me. It landed by my knees.

"That is a transfer order," Anthony said. "You are being reassigned to the Northern Mining District. You leave after the coronation."

"That's a death sentence," I gasped, fighting against the crushing weight of his Command. "The pollution there kills wolves."

"Then consider it a mercy," Emmanuel sneered, though he wouldn't meet my eyes. "Get rid of the thing in your belly, Erica. If it's born, we'll kill it. Bastards aren't allowed in the Holden Pack."

"Get out," Anthony said, releasing the Command.

The pressure vanished, leaving me gasping for air. I scrambled to my feet, clutching the paper.

I looked at them one last time. The man I thought I loved, and the man who had violated me every night under the cover of darkness.

My wolf, usually silent and deep in a coma, let out a high, keen whimper in the back of my mind. It was a sound of pure heartbreak.

I turned and ran.

Erica POV:

Rain lashed against my face, mixing with the hot tears I couldn't stop. I ran until my lungs burned, putting as much distance as I could between myself and the Obsidian club.

The water soaked my clothes, chilling me to the bone, but I hoped it would wash away the scent of the club. The scent of them.

I collapsed onto a bench at a bus stop, shivering violently.

Memories assaulted me. College. Bianca.

She was a Rogue who had infiltrated our university. She had planted Wolfsbane in the cafeteria food and framed me. Because my senses were dull, I couldn't smell the poison on my hands when she planted the evidence.

Everyone believed her tears. She played the victim perfectly. That was when my reputation was destroyed. That was why I never Shifted. The trauma of the pack turning on me had locked my wolf away.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out with trembling fingers.

"Hello?"

"Miss Erica?" It was the head nurse from the geriatric ward. "It's your grandmother. You need to come. Now."

The phone slipped from my hand, clattering onto the wet pavement.

Grandma. My only family. The only human who loved me despite my wolf blood.

I scrambled to pick up the phone and ran to the curb, waving my hand desperately at the passing cars.

A yellow taxi slowed down, saw my disheveled appearance, and sped up again.

"Please!" I screamed, my voice cracking.

Another car passed. Then another. They were pack members. I could see the pack insignia on their bumpers. They ignored me. To them, I was the pariah. The invisible nurse.

I fell to my knees in a puddle, sobbing. "Please... someone..."

A low rumble vibrated through the asphalt.

A massive, matte-black military Hummer pulled up to the curb. It didn't look like a civilian car. It looked like a tank.

The passenger window rolled down.

A scent hit me.

It wasn't just a smell. It was a physical blow.

It smelled like ozone before a lightning strike. Like deep, ancient pine forests and iron. It was terrifying. It was intoxicating.

For a second, the rain seemed to stop. My heart, which had been breaking, suddenly slammed against my ribs in a rhythm I didn't recognize.

Mate.

The word whispered through my soul. But it wasn't a happy realization. It was a terrifying one. I was broken, pregnant with another man's child, and rejected.

The door opened. A man stepped out.

He was huge. Taller than Anthony. Broader than Emmanuel. He wore tactical gear, black combat pants, and a tight t-shirt that strained against muscles that looked carved from granite.

He didn't look like a normal wolf. His eyes were a piercing, glowing gold.

He walked toward me, ignoring the rain. His presence was so intense that the air around him seemed to crackle.

"You are in pain," he said. His voice was deep, like stones grinding together.

He didn't ask if I was okay. He stated a fact. He could feel it. The Mate Bond allowed us to feel each other's emotions.

"My grandmother," I choked out, unable to look him in the eye. The power radiating off him forced me to look down. This was an Alpha. No, something stronger. A Lycan.

"Get in," he ordered. It wasn't an Alpha Command, but it carried natural authority.

He lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. His hands were hot, searing through my wet clothes. Where his skin touched mine, sparks danced along my nerves.

He placed me in the passenger seat and buckled me in.

"Hospital," I whispered.

He drove with precision and terrifying speed, weaving through traffic like the cars were standing still.

We arrived in record time. I didn't wait for him. I scrambled out of the car and ran to the entrance.

I burst into Grandma's room.

The machine was letting out a long, flat tone.

"Time of death, 11:42 PM," the doctor muttered.

"No!" I screamed, rushing to the bed. I grabbed her cold hand. "Grandma, no! Don't leave me!"

She was gone. The only person who looked at me with kindness was gone.

I pulled out my phone to call Anthony. He was the pack leader. He was supposed to handle the funerals of pack dependents.

I dialed. It rang once. Then it was declined.

A notification popped up on my screen. A livestream.

Holden Pack Official Account.

I clicked it.

Anthony was on screen, holding a champagne glass. Bianca was clinging to his arm, wearing a diamond tiara.

"To our future Luna!" Anthony toasted. The crowd cheered.

"And to new beginnings," Bianca giggled, looking directly into the camera. "Out with the old trash, in with the new."

I stared at the screen. My grandmother's body was cooling beside me, and they were celebrating.

The door to the room opened. The Lycan stood there. He had followed me.

He looked at the dead woman, then at the phone in my hand, then at me. His golden eyes swirled with a violent storm.

"I need a doctor," I said, my voice hollow. I stood up, wiping my face. The tears had stopped. There was nothing left to cry.

"You are injured?" the Lycan asked, taking a step forward.

"No," I said. I looked at my stomach. "I need a clinic. One off the pack records. I need an abortion."

His eyes widened slightly.

"And then," I said, looking at the transfer order Anthony had thrown at me. "I need to sign up for the medical volunteer corps."

"Where?" he asked.

" The Rogue Borderlands," I said. "The suicide squad."

I would not bring a child into this world to be killed by its father. And I would not stay in this city to watch them win.

Erica POV:

Two days later.

The procedure was scheduled for this morning. I had one night left in the apartment I used to call home.

The Lycan, whose name I still didn't know, had driven me back. He hadn't said a word, but his presence was a shield against the world. He waited in the car downstairs. I could feel his golden eyes watching the building.

I walked into the penthouse apartment. It was dark.

I clutched the small velvet bag in my hand. It contained the amulet with Grandma's ashes. It was heavy, warm, and the only thing I had left.

"You're late," a sickly sweet voice said.

The lights flicked on.

Bianca was sitting on the sofa. My sofa. She was wearing one of Anthony's shirts, her bare legs draped over the armrest.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling with exhaustion.

"Marking my territory," she smirked. She stood up and walked toward me. She smelled of expensive perfume and rot. "Anthony gave me the key code. He said I could redecorate."

"Get out," I said.

"Make me," she challenged.

Suddenly, she threw herself backward, crashing into the coffee table. She let out a piercing scream.

"Help! Anthony! She's attacking me!"

The bedroom door flew open. Anthony stormed out, his chest bare, wearing only sweatpants.

He saw Bianca on the floor, clutching her arm, and me standing over her.

He didn't ask questions. He didn't look at my tear-stained face or my wet clothes.

"Kneel!"

The Alpha Command slammed me into the floorboards again. My chin hit the wood hard. I tasted blood.

"She tried to hit me, Ant!" Bianca sobbed, squeezing out fake tears. "She's jealous! She's crazy!"

"You are a rabid dog," Anthony growled, walking over to me. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me up. "I think you need a time-out."

"No," I gasped, panic rising in my throat. "Anthony, please. Not the closet."

He knew. He knew about my claustrophobia. He knew that when Bianca framed me in college, the other students had locked me in a janitor's closet filled with silver dust for six hours. It was where my wolf had gone into a coma.

"You need to learn your place," Anthony said coldly.

He dragged me down the hallway. I clawed at his arm, but he was an Alpha. I was nothing.

He opened the door to the storage closet. It was tiny, unventilated, and dark.

He threw me inside.

"Anthony, please!" I screamed. "I can't breathe in there! Please!"

"Think about what you've done to my Luna," he said.

The door slammed shut. The lock clicked.

Darkness swallowed me whole.

My breath hitched. The walls felt like they were closing in. The air grew hot and stale instantly.

Let me out! Let me out!

I pounded on the door until my knuckles bled.

"Anthony!" I shrieked.

Outside, I heard Bianca giggle. "Oh, Ant, you're so strong. Come back to bed."

"Let her rot for a bit," Anthony's muffled voice replied.

Footsteps faded away.

I slid down the door, curling into a tight ball. My chest heaved, but no air seemed to enter my lungs. The phantom smell of silver dust filled my nose.

My mind started to fracture.

I clutched the velvet bag with Grandma's ashes to my chest.

"I hate them," I whispered into the darkness.

The love I had held for Anthony, the confusion I felt for Emmanuel... it all curdled. It turned black and thick.

In the silence of that closet, something inside me shifted. Not my body-my wolf was still asleep. But my soul.

The weak, pleading Erica died in that darkness.

I sat there for hours, staring at nothing, listening to the silence of the pack that had abandoned me.

When I get out of here, I thought, my eyes dry and burning. I will burn this pack to the ground.