Carrying the Alpha’s Baby, But He Loves My Twin

Cora's POV

Today, I'm marrying the man of my dreams—Alpha Liam, the charming Alpha of the Snowcrest Pack.

I’m so happy, I can hardly believe this is real.

I grew up an orphan, raised in a werewolf orphanage. Just three months ago, I was still living a life full of bullying and abuse. I used to wake up before dawn every day to cook breakfast for everyone, clean, do laundry, and handle all the dirty, exhausting chores.

Mrs. Edith always had it out for me—she’d find any excuse to hit me with a whip.

Then everything changed. My birth parents—the Alpha and Luna of the Bloodthorn Pack—finally found me.

Has my nightmare finally come to an end?

They told me I was their daughter—the daughter of a powerful Alpha and Luna. They brought me back to the pack and told me this was my real home. They called me sweetheart and treated me like I was their most precious treasure.

To celebrate my return, they even threw a welcome party for me. I was surrounded by family and new pack members I had just met. The warmth I felt that night was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

I thought life couldn’t possibly get any better—

Until I saw him at the party.

Liam Thompson. The stunning Alpha of the Snowcrest Pack.

He was so handsome, so charming, with a quiet grace that drew everyone in.

The rich scent of woodsmoke and pine clung to him, lingering in the air and pulling me in like a dream.

I fell for him the moment our eyes met.

And then I heard my wolf, Melody, urging me to go to him. 

‘He’s the one,’ she said, over and over again. ‘He’s our mate!’ 

I took a deep breath and walked toward him.

I’d never talked to a man like this before. Back at the orphanage, the people I saw the most were Mrs. Edith and the other kids.

This time, I tried my best to come up with things to talk about.

He was incredibly polite and charming. Every time those deep hazel eyes met mine, it felt like I was falling all over again.

I wanted to confess my feelings.

I know it sounds insane, but I was completely captivated by him. I wanted to be with him every second of every day.

Melody, my wolf, was practically bouncing in my head from excitement—and honestly, I was just as thrilled.

What if he rejected me...?

No—I didn’t have time to worry about that.

After we chatted for a while, I started thinking about how to tell him. But before I could say a word, he suddenly stepped closer.

Liam proposed to me.

I was completely stunned.

Moon Goddess, that had to be the happiest night of my life.

***

“Cora Montague, daughter of the Alpha of the Bloodthorn Pack,” the officiant asked, snapping me out of my thoughts,

“Will you accept the Moon Goddess’s blessing and marry Liam Thompson, the Alpha of the Snowcrest Pack?”

This is it. The moment I’ve been dreaming about!

“I–I do,” I stammer out quickly. Ugh, I was so nervous.

“Alpha Liam, will you accept the Moon Goddess's blessing and marry Cora Montague?” the officiant asked, still smiling warmly.

Everyone was waiting for Liam’s answer.

So was I. Once he said it, the ceremony would be complete. And then the reception would begin.

I looked at Liam and noticed his eyes seemed to be staring off into the distance.

Was he hesitating? No. No way.

Liam loves me—I know he does. Why else would he propose to me?

It’s just my nerves. That’s all.

To be honest, this wasn’t the first time I found myself wondering whether Liam truly loved me.

It’s not him—it’s me.

I guess... I still carry that old fear with me. The orphaned girl who never really felt wanted. That constant ache of insecurity.

Liam treats me well—everyone says so. But sometimes... I don’t know. He just feels a little distant.

When I brought it up to my mom, she told me I was overthinking it. That I was too sensitive.

So I buried those doubts and threw myself into planning the wedding. And whenever I brought ideas to Liam, his answer was always, “Whatever you want,” or “It’s up to you.” Everyone thought it was sweet—that he respected me so much.

But to me, it felt like... maybe none of it really mattered to him.

I told myself he was just exhausted from running his pack. As his soon-to-be Luna, I felt it was my responsibility to take on more, so I ended up planning the whole wedding by myself.

And up until now, everything had been perfect.

But Liam… 

I could feel the tears threatening to rise.

Why hasn’t he said anything yet?

The banquet hall was completely silent. Every eye was on him.

“I do,” Liam finally said, his voice clear and steady.

The room erupted in applause around us. 

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

Relief flooded through me.

Once again, I strain to catch his eye, but his gaze slips over me like I’m invisible. 

Liam places both his hands on my waist and pulls me towards him. My billowing skirt swishes around my hips as my eyes flutter shut. His lips press against mine in a sweet but short-lived kiss, and it’s nice, of course, but I can feel myself yearning for more. 

After a full day of dancing, singing, toasts, and joyful celebration, the afterparty finally came to an end as the moon rose high in the sky.

Exhausted, I made my way back to the bedroom Liam and I shared.

Kicking off my ache-inducing heels, I collapsed onto a loveseat. I plan on taking a shower before retiring for the night, but before I could even move, Liam suddenly rushes into the room. 

“Liam?” I said in surprise when I saw him. “I thought you were with your frien—”

Before I could finish, Liam’s warm lips found mine. I caught the faint scent of alcohol on his breath, mixed with that addictive pine scent that always drove me wild. His heated hands danced over my bare skin, and in a heartbeat, my clothes were torn away…

I had never seen Liam like this.

For as long as I’d known him, he’d always been polite and reserved—maybe even a little distant. But now, I could feel it clearly: the fire of desire was consuming us both.

He wants me. 

I gasp and moan as he slips his tongue into my mouth, unable to resist his dominance. 

He pushes me down onto the loveseat, body hovering above mine. I can feel him grinding against me, and it feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before. 

The intoxicating press of his lips has me picturing the most wicked things, so much so that it’s a well-needed relief when Liam pushes back my skirt and slips my panties off. 

 “Liam,” I moan as his fingers, unrelenting, brush against the most sensitive places. “Liam, please, I need you…” 

He undresses frantically and climbs back on top of me. I look up at him, needy and desperate, chest panting heavily. 

“Please, Liam, fuck me,” I beg. 

Wordlessly, Liam grabs my hips as he begins to thrust into me. 

I can feel the heat building up within me with every thrust. There’s a magic to the way he moves, to the way he fucks me. Every time he snaps his hips somehow feels better than the time before, leaving me a gasping and moaning mess beneath him. 

I grab his back, nails raking down his skin, and pull him as close to me as I possibly can. 

“Liam!” I shout as I cling to him, calling his name, craving in response. I can feel him reach his climax. “Fuck, Liam, I–I love you.” 

With a groan, he pulls out of me and collapses on top of me. 

For a moment, as I stare up at the ceiling, dress bunched up around my hips, I don’t think he’s going to say anything at all. 

But then I hear his soft voice start to murmur, “I love you, Iris.” 

Iris?

I can feel my heart plummet in my chest.