"Who is that?" Vivian asked Cassandra. Cassandra followed Vivian's gaze over to Bobert, who was playing with his sons. "That's the pack alpha. His name is Bobert."

"Is he single?" Vivian asked.

"What? Oh god no. No, no, no. Those kids, they're his. His wife is... Somewhere." Cass looked around for Y/n, trying to figure out where the young mother had run off to. "Well she isn't here." Viv joked. "I wouldn't even think about making a move on him. They're both extremely protective of each other. Like, they've both killed people for talking to the other person."

Vivian felt an intense wave of fear rush over her. "R-really?" Cass nodded and watched as Bobert fell down into the grass, the twins diving after him.

A big commotion caught the pack's attention. Y/n came running out of the woods, her body beaten and bloodied. Bobert quickly got up and rushed over to her. The twins cowered behind their father, staring at their mother. "What is it? What happened?" Bobert asked. "Tr-tr-trap." She whispered before collapsing into his arms.

"Io!" Io ran over and took Y/n. She faded in and out of consciousness but the entire time she reached for Bobert. The twins followed Io inside, per their father's orders, and ran upstairs.

Outside Vivian and Cassandra were urged inside, the males all on edge. All of them thinking of one thing only. To protect their mates.

Inside, Io hurriedly undressed Y/n. He cut her favorite dress in half and looked at the injuries. He quickly gave her anesthesia and then got to work. He started with her ankle, which had been torn apart by what was probably a beartrap. He cleaned and stitched the wound back up, looking up to make sure she was still breathing every minute and a half.

Victor and Oliver were huddled together with the few other children in the pack. The women calmed them all but exchanged worried looks with each other whenever one of them would try to get through to either of the twins. They just hugged each other tightly and ignored everything else.

"She didn't say if it was a hunter or hunters. She just said it was a trap."

"A trap..." Bobert muttered. "A trap! She was set up! She keeps coming back with gifts from one of the females from the other packs. Baby stuff."

"She was taking stuff from another pack and you didn't stop her?" Someone growled.

"A pack we were on good terms with." Bobert retorted.

Just as he said that four males emerged from the woods, one of them carrying a woman. "What have you done?!" The older man shouted at Bobert. "I did nothing! You attacked us!" He retorted. "We did not! Look at what that little cunt of yours did to her!" He showed Bobert the woman who hardly looked human.

"Y/n couldn't do that to her. One, she was injured badly as well and two... She's pregnant. She wouldn't have attacked an older woman who was giving her baby supplies."

The two alphas silently came to the conclusion someone had done this to their precious mates. "Bring her inside..." Bobert led the other men inside. He walked into Io's office and stared at Y/n. Io had put an oxygen mask on her, as she had started slipping away from them. Io didn't notice them as he tended to a stab wound in the woman's stomach.

Bobert shut the door and gulped down the lump in his throat. "I wouldn't have told her to do anything that could've hurt her like that." He whispered. "We have a casket you can use if you'd like. It was for one of our sick pack members but he's fine now." Bobert followed that up.

.  .  .

Bobert sat next to Y/n, wishing she would wake up. He didn't notice the two small figures peeping in through the crack of the door. Her skin was stained with blood, her lips had lost their rosy color, but overall she looked peaceful. He missed her. So dearly he missed her. Io swore Y/n would wake up but Bobert was just so afraid.

.  .  .

When Y/n finally woke up, Bobert was by her side.

It started with a coughing fit, that shook him awake. He quickly supported her head and placed a glass of water to her lips. To his surprise, her hands came up to hold the glass. He watched in pure awe as her delicate fingers rested over his, gently tilting the glass so she could have more. Her eyes opened and he set the glass down.

Y/n sat up and he hesitated to grab her. He wasn't sure what would hurt, or if she remembered him. He slowly embraced his wife, being gentle with her.
Y/n hugged him back, recalling what had happened to her. She suddenly let out a low gasp and pulled away. "Th-The baby." She whispered. Bobert placed his hands on her cheek and shook his head.

She began to weep, falling onto her husband's chest. The twins peeked into the room see that their mom was sitting up. But she was crying. They opened the door and the two adults looked over at them. Y/n's heart felt warm as the two identical boys stood in the doorway. They both cautiously approached their mom, afraid their dad would snap at them for getting too close to her.

They climbed onto her bed, careful not to touch her. Y/n put a hand on each of their faces. Bobert watched as she kissed the twins's foreheads, caressing their freckled cheeks.

.  .  .

Bobert was out for blood. Every morning he woke up and every morning he caught his wife hating her body.

He tried time and time again to tell her she was still beautiful. She was still lovable. She was still his.

But time and time again she left him standing alone. Wondering how he could let something like this happen.

Today was no different.

He woke up early, only a few rays peeking into their room. He got out of bed and searched for his boxers. They had been discarded hastily the night before... But where? He stopped looking and pulled out a new pair from his drawers. He walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. Y/n came out of their closet with a dress in her hands.

"Huh! Shit. You scared me..." She kissed his cheek and stood next to him in the mirror. She took his shirt off and grabbed her bra. Bobert admired her, spitting his toothpaste out. She tilted her head to the side and ran her fingers over the scar on her stomach. Sometimes she had phantom pains. Sometimes she dreamt if being attacked, she remembered watching her friend die.

Bobert stood behind her, resting his head on top of hers. He brought his hands down to hers and traced his own fingers over her scar. They made eye contact in the mirror and she sighed. "How are you so beautiful?" He asked. She laughed and shook her head. "No... No. I'm not. I was but... I'm not anymore."

He spun her around and grabbed her hand. He placed it on one of his larger scars on his v-line, making her feel it. "You told me that was hot. So what makes yours ugly?"

Her lip started to quiver and she shoved him back into the bedroom. "Everything makes mine ugly." She whispered before shutting and locking the bathroom door.

. . .

It got better though, Bobert and Nigel found the hunters that did that to their mates and had a blast paying them back.

Y/n got pregnant again and was able to go outside by herself again. Bobert took her on lots of dates, which she loved. He held her closer, loved her harder, and became much much more protective over her.

They sat together in their room, ignoring the kids screaming as they played manhunt. Bobert had locked the door aged ago and they'd both thoroughly searched the room to make sure no kids were hiding there. When they found none, they undressed themselves, and turned the tv on.

He left wet kisses all over her body, making her squirm. He sat up and nuzzled his nose into her neck. "You're so sexy..." He muttered. She laughed and played with his hair. "I'm serious. So fucking serious. You are so hot. You think that stretch marks and a few scars make you ugly but then you ruin your underwear over mine. Like, it doesn't make sense to me baby. You are so fucking beautiful... God why can't you see it? It makes me so upset and frustrated because I just want you to see it."

She kissed his neck lightly before they heard muffled giggles. Bobert stared at Y/n for a second before pulling the covers over himself and leaning over the edge of the bed. He looked underneath and sighed. "Okay very funny. Go, before I tell your dad." The kid scrambled out from under the bed and ran out of the bedroom.