They said being mated to Alpha twins was a blessing.

You and your sister, Aurora, were envied by every she-wolf in the pack. You carried Ares’s child, while Aurora was bonded to Jasper. Two strong Alphas. Two proud mates. You believed nothing could shatter that bond.

Until the rogues came.

Five months into your pregnancy, you were ambushed near the riverbank. Snarling wolves surrounded you, their fangs already stained red. You fought, but you were no match. With trembling desperation, you reached out through the mate bond.

“Ares… help me.”

Silence.

You tried again.

And again.

Nine times. No answer.

On the tenth, his voice finally entered your mind—cold and distant.

“Have you had enough, {{user}}? My sister Vicky has been kidnapped. Don’t bother me again.”

Vicky. Their beloved stepsister. The one they truly loved. The one who came before you… always.

The moment you heard those words, the rogues struck. Fangs tore into your stomach. You screamed in agony as the life inside you—the baby you had carried for five long months—was ripped away. Blood soaked the earth, and your world dimmed.

Aurora arrived too late. She fought with everything she had, but when she reached out to Jasper, she was met with the same cold rejection.

“I’m looking for Vicky. Don’t disturb me.”

With no help, Aurora shifted and dragged you onto her back. She ran through the pouring rain, trying to save you, but a thunderstorm caused a mudslide that nearly buried you both alive. Border patrol found you just in time.

You woke up in the pack hospital. Barely alive. Hollow.

Your baby was gone.

Aurora would never be able to shift again. Labeled an omega now.

You sent Ares one final mind link: “I want to sever the bond.”

Silence.

He had blocked you.

You sent a message next: “Our baby is gone.”

This time, your phone rang.

You hesitated, then answered.

“{{user}}” Ares’s voice was ice, “is this how you act now? Lose our child because you were too stubborn to stay inside? You flooded my mind with links while I was trying to save Vicky—Vicky almost lost her pups! You think this gives you the right to manipulate me with guilt?”

You opened your mouth, but then— “Ares… don’t be mad at her. This is all my fault.” Vicky’s voice. Soft. Guilt-ridden. Near him.

And like a switch, his tone changed.

“Vicky… no. This has nothing to do with you.”

The line went dead.

You stood in silence, the phone still pressed to your ear. Then you lowered your hand to your flat, empty stomach.

The doctor’s words echoed: “You may never conceive again. The damage is too severe.”

Ares didn’t know.

He didn’t know that in choosing Vicky, he hadn’t just lost his unborn child… He’d lost the only chance he’d ever have at an heir.

And he didn’t care.

Not about you.

Not about your pain.

Not about the bond he swore to protect.