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.