My Alpha Groom Left Me for My Pregnant Twin

My fianc Coran is the Alpha heir of Bronzefang pack.

The night before the wedding, Coran took me to meet his friends.

Throughout the evening, he was attentive to me in every way.

His friends all praised him: Cinnia is so innocent. You really hit the jackpot.

He smiled smugly: Of course Cinnia is the best. She's not like those shallow, frivolous women out there.

But when I went to the restroom, I overheard him bragging in a lowered voice outside the door:

"Innocent? What's the use of that? When we have sex, she's like a dead fish. She can't compare to Vivian's passion at all. If she and Vivian weren't twins who look exactly alike, I wouldn't even bother touching her."

The next day at the wedding, my sister Vivian showed up with a pregnant belly, and he actually asked me to step aside for them.

I laughed coldly, tore off my veil, and walked over to Cedric, who was sitting in a wheelchair below the stage.

"Everyone says you like me. I'm single now. Do you dare marry me?"

"Hahaha, Cinnia's lost her mind!"

"Choosing a crippleshe's really desperate!"

"Sure, Cedric's father is the Alpha of Vexmoor pack, but everyone knows he's never been valued because of his disabled legs. His father doesn't even acknowledge him as a son. He's nowhere near Coran's level!"

"How embarrassing! She's completely humiliated Silthowl pack!"

Harsh laughter erupted from the guests at the venue.

Each word pierced my heart like a needle.

My father's face turned the color of liver, and my mother rushed onto the stage, gripping my arm tightly.

"Are you insane?! Ruining yourself out of spite?!"

Below the stage, Coran had his arm around Vivian, a smirk of amusement on his face.

"Well, well. I underestimated her. Turns out she's got some guts."

Vivian giggled mockingly: "Guts? I think she's lost her mind. Cinnia, are you sure you want to spend your life with a waste of space?"

She deliberately caressed her swollen belly, her eyes full of provocation and triumph.

My heart felt like it was being viciously torn apart.

I thought tearing off the wedding dress would give me freedom, but instead it brought me even greater humiliation.

Cedric stood up and limped toward me.

Compared to the polished and glamorous Coran, the difference was night and day.

I suddenly regretted it.

Impulse is the devil. Why did I choose a cripple?

Did I really want to spend my life with him?

Cedric stopped in front of me and pulled a ring from his pocket.

The surface was set with tiny diamonds, dull and lifeless, not even a carat.

The diamond ring Coran gave Vivian was a full three carats, sparkling brilliantly.

In comparison, this ring looked pitifully shabby.

The mocking laughter below grew louder.

"Hahaha, even the ring is pathetic!"

"Cinnia, are you really willing to settle for this?"

Tears nearly fell from my eyes.

When had I ever suffered such humiliation in my entire life?

But when Cedric took my hand, I froze.

His hand was warm and steady.

"I dare."

Two words, spoken with certainty.

Not like Coran's honeyed lies, not like the guests' cold mockery.

Just two simple words, yet they made my heart tremble.

"Are you sure? I might bring you trouble."

"I'm not afraid."

He didn't hesitate for a second.

The mocking laughter below grew even louder.

"Two losers make a perfect pair!"

"A cripple and a crazy womanperfect match!"

Coran called out loudly: "Cinnia, stop being childish. Come back. The baby in Vivian's belly needs a father, and you need a whole man."

A whole man?

I laughed coldly.

What kind of whole man was Coran?

Betrayal, deception, playing with sisters' feelingswas that his version of being whole?

Coran and I were fated mates. We fell in love shortly after meeting, and because we were both descendants of Alphas, marriage would benefit the cooperation between our packs, so we quickly confirmed our engagement.

When our families got engaged, I introduced him to my sister Vivian.

Coran was very interested in Vivian at the time. Coran said: "I've never seen twin sisters before, so I'm curious."

Later, during several dates with Coran, he kept asking me to bring Vivian along.

Now that I think about it, the two of them must have hooked up back then.

I looked at Cedric. His legs might be disabled, but his werewolf bloodline wasn't, and his heart certainly wasn't.

"Alright. I'm willing."

I extended my hand and let him place that dull ring on my finger.

The ring was small and fit perfectly, as if it had been custom-made for me.

The crowd below erupted in uproar.

The contempt on Coran's face instantly turned to fury.

He strode over and grabbed my wrist. The force felt like it could crush my bones.

"Cinnia, you'd rather choose a cripple to disgust me than beg me?"

Before I could react, my father rushed over.

I thought he was going to stop Coran and protect me.

Instead, he raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound exploded throughout the entire wedding venue.

My cheek instantly swelled red and burned with pain. Blood seeped from the corner of my mouth.

The mocking laughter in the hall came to an abrupt halt, then erupted into even more piercing whispers.

"Cinnia! You've humiliated all of Silthowl pack! Get back here right now!"

There wasn't a trace of heartache in my father's eyes, only anger and disgust.

I covered my face, tears threatening to spill.

Not because of the pain, but because of the icy coldness in my heart.

This man was my father, the Alpha of Silthowl pack.

At this moment, Vivian stepped forward with false concern.

"Dad, Cinnia was just being impulsive. Don't get too upset..."

As she spoke, she "accidentally" stepped hard on my foot with her high heel.

The piercing pain made me instantly lose my balance.

She then pretended to lose her footing and slammed her shoulder hard into me.

I stumbled and fell to the ground.

The pristine white wedding dress was instantly stained with blood from my mouth.

The guests below began pointing and whispering.

"The older daughter is a lunatic. At least the younger one is sensible."

"Good thing Coran chose the right person."

Vivian smugly caressed her belly, her eyes full of provocation.

Cedric tried to help me, but Coran's friends held him back firmly.

"What are you? You think you're worthy of touching her?" Coran sneered.

I lay on the floor, looking at his anxious but powerless face.

A despair worse than physical pain surged through my heart.

Was this the man I chose?

He couldn't even protect me.

Coran looked down at me from above, his eyes full of triumph.

"Cinnia, see clearly now? This is your choice. A waste who can't even stand steadyhow can he protect you?"

He crouched down and reached out to pull me up.

"Be good. Come back. I can let bygones be bygones and pretend none of this happened."

This man had called me a dead fish to his friends just last night.

Now he was putting on a show of deep affection.

Disgusting.

I used all my strength to violently shake off his hand.

"Get lost!"

Coran's face instantly darkened.

"You don't know what's good for you."

He stood up and kicked the wedding dress beside me.

"Since you're so cheap, go ahead and be with your cripple. But don't regret it!"

Seeing this, my father stepped forward again.

"Cinnia, apologize right now!"

My mother also rushed over, crying.

"Cinnia, have you lost your mind? Ruining your whole life out of spite?"

The guests below watched the show, pointing and whispering.

"Cinnia has really gone crazy."

"Choosing a cripple out of spitehow desperate do you have to be?"

"What did Silthowl pack do to deserve such a daughter?"

Vivian walked over at just the right moment, her belly prominent.

"Cinnia, calm down. Even though we have our misunderstandings, Coran truly loves you. Look at Cedriche can't even protect you. Is he really suitable for you to entrust your life to?"

Her words were cutting, each one aimed at the heart.

I lay on the ground, feeling malice coming at me from all directions.

My parents' disappointment.

My ex-boyfriend's mockery.

My sister's provocation.

The guests' ridicule.

And... the powerlessness of the man I had chosen.

Did I really make the wrong choice?

At that moment, Cedric finally broke free from those who were blocking him.

He limped toward me, each step difficult.

He crouched down and gently helped me up.

"I'm sorry for letting you suffer."

Then he turned his head and looked at Coran.

"You're right. I really can't protect you."

My heart instantly sank to the bottom.

Was even he going to give up on me?

But the next second, he said:

"But at least, I won't hurt you."

He looked at everyone below the stage.

"You mock her for going crazy, for choosing me out of spite. But have you considered what would drive a woman to make such a choice on her wedding day?"

The entire hall fell silent.

"It's betrayal. It's deception. It's harm from those closest to her."

"My legs may be crippled, but my character is upright. I may not be able to give her the best material life, but I can give her the truest feelings."

Coran's face turned ashen.

"Stop with the emotional manipulation! You're just a waste. What right do you have..."

"What right do I have?" Cedric interrupted him. "I have the right to love her. What about you?"

"Enough with the sappy talk. Friends, throw him out."

With that, Coran and his friends kicked Cedric out of the wedding venue.

My mother finally moved.

Not to help me up, but to yank me from the ground.

Before I could react, Vivian had already grabbed my other arm.

"Mom, what are you doing!"

I struggled, but the two of them were stronger than me.

"Shut up! You've embarrassed us enough already!"

They dragged me toward the back of the stage.

The guests below watched this scene, some pulling out their phones to record.

"Let me go! Are you crazy!"

I struggled hard, but Vivian took the opportunity to viciously pinch my waist. The sharp pain instantly robbed me of the strength to resist.

They dragged me to a storage room backstage filled with clutter.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut heavily, followed by the sound of a key turning.

I rushed to the door like a madwoman, pounding on it hard.

"Open the door! What right do you have to lock me up! Open the door!"

Outside, Coran's amplified voice came through. He held a microphone, his voice spreading throughout the hall via the speakers.

"Dear guests, I apologize for that little episode earlier."

"Now, my former fiance who rejected me is in the storage room backstage reflecting. What do you all thinkwhen will she come to her senses?"

Raucous laughter erupted from below.

"Coran is so funny!"

"This is more exciting than watching a movie!"

"That woman deserves it!"

I had become the openly displayed joke of this wedding.

My phone vibrated.

I took it out and saw a message from my mother.

"Cinnia, stop making a scene. Your sister's happiness is what matters most. Just apologize to Coran and this whole thing will be over."

I stared at the words on the screen.

My sister's happiness is what matters most.

What about me?

Doesn't my happiness matter?

Doesn't my dignity matter?

Do I deserve to be humiliated, locked up, treated as a joke?

The music outside grew louder. Coran and Vivian began to dance. The guests' applause and cheers grew wave after wave.

And I, like garbage, was locked in this dark corner.

My phone vibrated again.

This time it was from Vivian.

"Cinnia, I know you're angry right now. But think about itCoran is so excellent, he deserves better. Just stop being stubborn, okay?"

I slid down along the door and curled up into a ball.

The physical pain, my family's betrayal, my lover's humiliation, and the departure of the person who said he would protect meall of it pushed me into a bottomless abyss.

I didn't even have the strength to cry anymore.

So be it.

Let them mock me.

Let them gloat.

I have nothing left anyway.

Coran's voice came from outside: "Everyone, now for the most exciting part. Let's go see if our former fiance has come to her senses yet!"

Footsteps drew closer.

The sound of the key turning rang out.

The door opened, and blinding light flooded in.

Coran stood in the doorway, followed by a crowd of guests, all holding up their phones to record.

"Cinnia, how's your thinking going? Ready to apologize?"

I raised my head, about to speak.

Suddenly, the main door of the wedding venue was violently pushed open.

A group of people burst in. Cedric stood at the entrance, followed by dozens of imposing bodyguards in black.

The entire hall instantly fell silent.

Everyone froze, including Coran.

Cedric took off his suit jacket and strode toward me.

His leg was still crippled.

He draped the jacket over me, then without a word, scooped me up in his arms.

"What are you doing! Put her down!" Coran finally snapped out of it.

Cedric didn't even glance at him.

In that moment, I felt like I had come back to life.

"Cedric, you think you can turn the tables with a crippled leg and a few men?" Coran was furious with humiliation.

At that moment, a well-dressed middle-aged man stepped forward.

He held a document in his hand and threw it directly in Coran's face.

"Mr. Coran, from this moment on, 35% of Bronzefang pack's resources belong to Cedric. Your company has gone bankrupt, and you have been stripped of your position as Alpha heir by your father."