Betrayed by the Alpha's Heart

Jaliyah and I both mated into the Martinez pack, and soon after, we were blessed with pups growing within us. I was mated to Francis Martinez, the pack’s skilled healer, while Jaliyah tied her bond with Quentin Martinez, a Delta warrior in our pack. Three years into our mate bonds, Idris, my father-in-law, was escorting me to a prenatal checkup when we were struck by a rogue-driven vehicle.

With Idris critically injured and me bleeding heavily, I frantically tried to mind-link Francis, but his childhood friend, Alena, intercepted the connection. "Francis is here with me; what do you need?" she replied, her voice dripping with false sweetness. Exhausted and terrified, I begged her to pass the connection to Francis. "Please, the accident was serious. Idris and I—I’m scared for the pup."

Francis’s voice crackled through the link, laced with irritation. "Alena cut her hand with a kitchen knife; I’m tending to her wound. Do you have to curse my father like this?" He severed the connection, and when I tried to reach him again, his mind-link was blocked.

Jaliyah arrived swiftly at the hospital and attempted to mind-link Quentin, but he scoffed, "Do you know the consequences of fabricating an accident? Enough of this; Alena is hungry, and I need to prepare her meal." Then he cut her off as well.

That day, overwhelmed with anger and grief, Jaliyah lost her pup. My child and father-in-law died on the operating table.

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"The patient has suffered severe blood loss and multiple injuries," the healer said, removing his gloves with a grave expression. "If Healer Martinez were here, he might have been able to save them... Aren’t you his mate? Where is he?"

Dragging my weakened body, I joined Jaliyah beside the healer. Her eyes were red with tears as she held me close. We struggled to explain that the Martinez brothers were preoccupied with Alena’s minor cut, neglecting their father in a life-or-death situation.

Desperate, I pleaded with the healer, "Please, try to stabilize Idris. My mate will surely come."

Jaliyah kept attempting to mind-link Quentin, but all she got was silence. Suddenly, her phone beeped—a social media post from Alena: "It’s wonderful having you right by my side when needed," along with a picture of Francis gently tending to her injured finger, while Quentin offered her a spoonful of soup.

"That shameless rogue!" Jaliyah cursed through clenched teeth, trembling as she dialed Alena’s number, only to hear the steady tone of disconnection.

Furious, I grabbed the phone and said, "Let’s go find them!"

I knocked vigorously on their door, and Alena answered, feigning innocence. "Oh, Sofia, what brings you here?"

"Where’s my mate?" I pushed past her into the room. Francis was comforting Alena, and he looked at me impatiently. "Why are you here? I told you Alena was hurt and needs my care."

Ignoring his disregard, I pulled at his arm desperately. "Idris was in an accident! His condition is critical, and the healer says only you can