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The Alpha Chose Her Over Our Unborn Twins
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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.
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Chapter 4

When I woke again, the unbearable heat had returned, coursing through my body like wildfire.

My babies were gone.

Tears flooded my eyes, and my heart shattered into a million pieces.

When I found out I was pregnant, I had been overjoyed.

I thought Ayden would be too.

I wanted to surprise him.

But before I could tell him, Amelie and I were kidnapped, and they injected me with that cursed drug.

I clawed at my thighs, desperate to stay lucid, to fight through the agony.

I managed to escape, determined to save myself.

I couldn’t endure that humiliation again.

But before I could get far, I ran into Ayden and Amelie.

Ayden stood tall in a tailored black suit, his Alpha aura dominating the space around him. Amelie, in a pristine white gown, looked every bit the perfect Luna.

The courtyard was filled with guests, and a banner hung proudly:

**Ayden Harper & Amelie Palmer — Mark Ceremony.**

They looked like a match made by the Moon Goddess herself.

My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the ground, the gravel digging into my knees.

I wished it was a nightmare, that none of this was real.

Tears streamed down my face as the pain in my knees barely dulled the fire raging inside me.

“Sister,” Amelie’s voice cut through the air.

She moved to help me up, but I couldn’t look away from Ayden.

The mate mark on his neck was gone, replaced by a fresh one that mirrored Amelie’s.

Her wrist bore a matching necklace, their scents mingling in a way that made my stomach churn.

“You’re still unwell. You shouldn’t be wandering,” Ayden said, his voice cold and dismissive.

I tried to speak, but the pain and heat silenced me. I dug my nails into my thighs, struggling to stay coherent.

“Amelie’s family was pressuring us. This is just a formality,” he explained, but his tone was distant, as if he didn’t care whether I believed him.

I laughed, the sound hollow and broken.

My body crumpled to the ground again, and I forced out the words, “Ayden, please… find the herbs. Save me. I can’t go through this again.”

“This isn’t a disgrace,” he said, his voice laced with disgust.

“It’s the only way to treat you. Do you want to die?”

“Enough,” he snapped. “Marco, take her back.”

Marco, his Beta, appeared and pulled me up.

He had seen everything between Ayden and me over the years.

“I’m sorry, Luna,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

I was dragged back to my room, locked away like a rogue.

Marco’s tears fell as he said, “I don’t understand, Luna. He loves you. I don’t know why he’s doing this.”

“I can’t help you. I have my own family to think of.”

The pain in my chest spread like poison, and my entire body shook with the weight of it.

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