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 save him—please come with me!"

He shook my hand off dismissively. "What accident? Don’t make up lies just to drag me back. Alena’s injury is serious, and you didn’t even ask about her when you came in."

"Francis, is this really the time for that? Your father is fighting for his life!" I couldn’t believe his indifference and felt my eyes welling up.

Alena spoke in a delicate, almost pitiful tone, "Francis, don’t be harsh on Sofia. I’m sure she’s just anxious for your company and blurted out those curses in panic…" Her fingers wrapped in bandages, she sat on the couch with teary eyes, appearing deeply wronged.

Quentin stood protectively beside Alena, glaring at Jaliyah angrily. "Sofia, how could you wish ill on Idris? He’s such a good man…"

Seeing this, Jaliyah couldn’t hold back. She lunged forward, aiming to silence Alena, "Shut up! Since when did you have a say in our pack matters?"

But Quentin caught her hand, spinning her around and delivering a stinging slap. "Enough of this! Alena was just being considerate, and you repay her like this?"

"Don’t you dare talk about Alena that way!"

Jaliyah reeled from the blow, holding her cheek in disbelief. I comforted her, fighting back tears, and turned to Francis in supplication. "Francis, I’m begging you—please, let’s go to the hospital. Idris is really close to the edge…"

Grasping his arm, desperation overwhelmed me. "Think of our years together, think of how Idris has tirelessly raised you—please, go and save him…" I was sobbing, feeling faint with grief.

The brothers exchanged glances, their expressions finally showing a flicker of doubt. Seeing them hesitate, a glimmer of hope surfaced, and I continued pleading. "Francis, Quentin, I’m begging you both. Time is running out for Idris…"

Just then, Alena softly interjected, "It’s all my fault. I’m too fragile and always need your care…" Her eyes brimmed with tears again, casting a helpless gaze.

Jaliyah, enraged, pointed at Alena shouting, "Alena, how dare you! Our father-in-law is in a grave condition!"

Quentin shielded Alena, glaring furiously at Jaliyah. "You speak against Alena once more, and I’ll shut that mouth of yours!"

"Francis…" I trembled with despair, looking at him hopelessly.

"Enough!" Francis impatiently cut me off, gently wiped Alena’s tears. "Alena, don’t cry. Your health shouldn’t suffer from agitation—it’s our fault you’ve been wronged…"

The persistent pain in my abdomen reminded me of my lost pup. Idris’s kind face flashed before me—how could such a good wolf be gone like this?

Unable to hold it in, I fell to my knees before Francis, but he remained unmoved.

"Don’t think I don’t see through your schemes!"

Quentin chimed in, "Yeah, stop talking nonsense. Our father is just fine at home—why would he get hit by a car?"

Jaliyah, overwhelmed with grief and fury, slapped Quentin, "You ungrateful wretches! Idris did so much for you!"

Quentin’s fury erupted, and he raised a hand to strike back. I quickly shielded Jaliyah. "Touch her, and you’ll regret it!"

Francis shoved us both toward the door, "Get out! You’re not welcome here!"

"Quentin, I curse you!" Jaliyah cried out as she was pushed harshly, collapsing onto the floor.