The Alpha Chose Her Over Our Unborn Twins

When the rogue injected Amelie Palmer and me with the aphrodisiac serum, I knew we were in trouble. Without the antidote, we would be driven to madness—or death.

My mate, Ayden Harper, the Lycan King, immediately pulled out the ancient heirloom antidote from his pocket. His aura, always commanding and cold, seemed even more unyielding now. He didn’t hesitate. He moved toward Amelie, his childhood savior and chosen Luna, and prepared to administer the antidote to her.

Marco Gomez, his loyal Beta, stepped forward, his voice urgent. "Alpha, there’s only one dose. You should give it to Lilliana. She’s your mate, your chosen partner."

I was on the floor, my body burning with the serum’s effects. My vision blurred, but I could still see Ayden’s face, impassive and distant. "Ayden," I gasped, my voice trembling. "Please… save me."

He didn’t even look at me. Instead, he pulled Amelie closer, her body writhing as the serum took hold. Her scent—rosemary and vanilla—filled the room, mingling with his powerful Alpha aura. He gently tilted her head back and pressed the vial to her lips. "Drink this," he said, his voice soft, almost tender. "You’ll be okay."

My heart shattered. I felt my wolf whimper in the back of my mind, a sound of pure despair. This wasn’t the first time he’d chosen her over me. Years ago, when we’d both fallen ill with a rare werewolf virus, he’d given the only cure to her. I’d fought through the illness alone, my body weakened forever.

"Alpha," Marco pleaded, dropping to his knees. "Lilliana has stood by you through everything. She’s your mate. You can’t abandon her now."

"Enough," Ayden snapped, his Alpha tone cutting through the room like a blade. He kicked Marco aside, sending him sprawling next to me. I reached out, my fingers brushing Marco’s arm, but I was too weak to do more.

I watched as Ayden pulled a piece of candy from his pocket and handed it to Amelie. "Here," he said, his voice soothing. "To take the bitterness away." His fingers lingered on her cheek, his touch gentle, affectionate.

Meanwhile, I was on the floor, my body trembling with the serum’s effects. My heat was unbearable, my mind spiraling. I knew what would happen if I didn’t get the antidote—I would die. And I was carrying his child.

"Ayden," I choked out, my voice barely audible. "I’m pregnant. Please… save our baby."

He finally turned to me, his expression cold and detached. "You’re my mate," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "I won’t abandon you. But I’m the Lycan King. I can’t break my vows, not even for you."

Before I could respond, he gestured to the door. A group of male werewolves entered, their scents aggressive and overwhelming. My stomach twisted with dread.

"There’s only one dose of the antidote," Ayden said, his tone matter-of-fact. "These men will help you. Three days, and the serum will be out of your system."

My heart stopped. "No," I