BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 42
Chapter 41
Regan POV
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The pack stands as a whole. There is nothing but silence. The sound of the wind rustling through the trees, and the birds
chirping from the sky, are the only sounds that you can hear Everybody has gathered to see this momentous occasion. There
are grimaces on several faces in the crowd. You can suddenly bear loud shouts, as Beta Johnathon is dragged out firs from the
dungeon, his back all bloodied and freshly whipped, his posture bent and doubled over as the guards violently pull on his
restraints, bringing him to the from of the pack and put on display. My father looks around, his lip twisted into nasty sneer, but
says nothing, narrowing his eyes and glaring at us all. I force myself to watch, knowing what is about to happen and knowing this
will be the last time that I will ever lay eyes on him ever again. After today, he will officially be gone from my life.
“You must say the words and sever your bond with the pack” Alpha Jackson’s voice is deadly quiet as he addresses my father.
The crowd hushes and eyes my father expectantly. Punishments such as this one are rare and always draw the crowd when
they occur. My father looks at us all and then snorts, spitting blood at the ground, his eyes filled with rage. “With pleasure” he
spits out. 1, Johnathon Ramona, hereby sever my link to the Blood Moon Pack and declare myself a rogue from here on
We can all feel the loss of a pack member, even those of us without wolves can feel a slight pressure in our heads, indicating
that my father’s bond is now gone. Alpha Jackson gives the signal to the guards who take the restraints and shackles off my
father, freeing him.
“Leave now. You have two hours to get off this territory before you forfeit your life and I kill you” his voice carries through the
crowd. “Use it wisely.”
My father’s claws begin to grow and for a moment I tense, wondering if he’s going to be foolish enough to tackle the Alpha and
attack him, but he simply turns his head away and begins to shift, his wolf form racing straight into the midst of the forest as we
all watch. For once, he’s taken the correct path instead of making things worse for himself. Heather and Isabelle are clutching at
each other and weeping loudly. Several pack members surround them, offering support and comfort. I ignore them. I meet
Isabelle’s eyes and notice how coldly she stares at me, blaming me for the loss of her stepfather and the status she once held in
the pack. I look away, keeping my face expressionless.
The twins are on either side of me in a show of possessiveness, their faces a mask of concentration. My heart feels heavy
awaiting the next part to happen. I would not miss my father or the little care that he showed me throughout my life. Perhaps it’s
horrible for me to feel that way, but I can’t help it. Never again, would I have to fear the sound of his footsteps or the strike of his
flesh as it connected with mine. I was finally free. Heather and Isabelle would never be allowed at the packhouse. I didn’t have to
concern myself with ever running into them. It felt as though a huge burden had been lifted off my shoulders. My mates, however
they had loved their mother. Unbidden, I reached for each of their hands, clasping them tightly as they shot me a glance,
surprised by my actions, but not pulling away, I knew how much this was going to devastate them. Alpha Jackson’s eyes were
hooded as he faced the pack and inhaled sharply, preparing himself for the next bit.
“The second prisoner will now be brought out,” he told them, mind–linking the guards to bring her out
More screams, and shrieks. Unlike my father, Luna Jennifer did not possess a sense of restraint or decorum as she was dragged
out in front of the pack. She screeched at the top of her lungs, kicking and flailing as everybody watched in a state of disbelief.
She did not resemble the Luna she used to be. She was shoved to the ground and forced onto her knees as Alpha Jackson
addressed her, all while continuing to avoid looking at her.
“Say the words and sever the bond” he ordered, his jaw clenching tight. “Fuck you” she spat, her eyes shining in defiance.
Alpha Jackson’s jaw clenched, He was angry but kept his calm. “Do not make me use my alpha tone or do it myself. would be
extreme if I was to sever the bond of the pack against you” he warned her, even though as the previous Luna, she would already
know that.
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She sobbed harder. “Please, have merry. My sons” she appealed to Xavier and Xander as I held tightly to their hands, willing
them to stay by my side. “Don’t you have a heart? Don’t you feel bad about this at all? I will die out there she cried dramatically,
as the pack shifted on its feet, awkwardly glancing each other, some looking sympathetically towards Luna Jennifer but making
no move to intervene.
“Mother, you made it clear that you hated us” Xavier speaks, his eyes narrowing on his mother as he lets go of my hand and
begins to approach her with cautious steps. “Why do you appeal to us now?” he began, looking frustrated and at a loss.
I’m sorry” she wailed, her voice rising higher so that everybody could hear her. “I love you both so much. You’re my sons. You
mean everything to me. I can’t leave you here alone without me. It’s killing me” she screamed, sobbing pitifully.
acting and
Vier moved closer but remained out of her way. I was grateful for that. Part of me knew the Luna was s suspected she had a
motive for what she was doing. Even if I couldn’t prove it. I didn’t trust her. She sighed and then slowly said the words we were
all waiting to hear. “I, Jennifer Dominion sever my link and bond to the Blood Moon Pack and hereby become a rogue.”
Her tone is filled with bitterness.
Alpha Jackson nodded and the guards took off her restraints. She made a great show of collapsing onto the ground and weeping
profusely. I saw something glint and realized that her claws had retracted and that she was preparing to use them, on Xavier!
I pushed Xavier out of the way as she lunged, her claws embedding themselves into my chest as I let out a strangled sound. My
eyes widened, even as Xander and Xavier let out ferocious roars and Alpha Jackson began to shout. There was a smug
expression on Luna Jennifer’s face as she rammed her claws into me. I could feel my heart beginning to race. I could see the
glint in her eyes. I had managed to save Xavier’s life but at risk to my own. I had acted instinctively. What kind of mother was
capable of killing her own child? I could feel my knees beginning to buckle as blood poured out of the wound. She yanked her
hand back, causing blood to spurt, ready to thrust it back into my chest cavity, and was promptly taken down by a large black
wolf. I did not know whose wolf it was. It could have been Xavier’s, Xander’s, or even Alpha Jacksons. Part of me did not care. I
was in pain, a lot of it
I heard bloodcurdling screams. Luna Jennifer did not have time to shift before she was brutally and ruthlessly dealt with. My body
collapsed onto the ground, and I felt strong arms begin to lift me as I blinked up at the person, dazed and confused. I was losing
so much blood. I felt lightheaded and strange.
Xavier’s voice. So, it can’t have been his wolf that took down his mother. For some inexplicable reason, I’m glad of that. “We
have to get her to the hospital” Xander’s voice now, worried and strangely high pitched.
“We don’t have time. She’s going to bleed out at this rate.”
“Just run with her Xavier. I’ll meet you there. Keep your hand on to apply pressure” Xander’s voice is shouting at the top of his
lungs.
I feel my body being carried, my head tilting back, my eyes glancing blurrily upwards at a tense–looking Xavier before the pain
becomes too much and I surrender to the darkness that is slowly beginning to consume nie. My only regret is that I never did get
to meet my wolf and now I have a feeling that I will never get to shift, let alone become Luna of this pack or finally agree to be
mates with the twins. I don’t regret saving Xavier though.
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Xavier POV
I should have known that my mother was planning something. I shouldn’t have let down my guard and gotten so close to her. I
put my life in danger. Not just mine, but Regan’s as well. She pushed me out of the way and saved my life. She shouldn’t have. I
would have healed as long as my mother didn’t reach my heart with her claws. I have a wolf, but Regan still doesn’t. Why did she
do that? Why did she risk her own life in order to save mine? I feel helpless as I run across the grounds, making my way directly
to the hospital, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of Regan’s limp body cradled in my arms and the smell of her blood
as she rapidly lost it. I could feel myself beginning to panic, bursting loudly through the doors, a doctor immediately motioning for
me to place her onto a nearby gurney.I put her down as gently as I possibly can, feeling my throat constrict as I see how pale
and listless she is.
“What happened?” the doctor demands, immediately beginning to spring into action.
“She got claws rammed through her chest” I growled, shuddering at the memory, as the doctors and nurses began to look her
over, my voice shaking “She pushed me out of the way.”
I still felt ashamed of that. The guilt was overwhelming. My mate could lose her life because of this, because of my mistake.
“When?” he asked urgently “How long ago?”
“A couple of minutes ago. She doesn’t have a wolf yet” I added, my voice tinged with hysteria.
They had to save her. I couldn’t be the reason that she died. I couldn’t bear the thought of it.
The doctor swore. A familiar one came running out, one that I recognized by sight. The one who had released her records to us
before spoke about Regan’s condition. He began to prep Regan for an IV. “She’s got extensive damage. A lot of blood loss* his
tone was grim.
“Can you save her?” my voice is shaking now and I can feel fear beginning to creep in, consuming me.
I’ll never forgive myself if Regan dies. I can already feel my wolf’s distress as he begins to growl for his mate. Both of us are
worried, unable to look away from what they are doing in order to try and save her. The doctor’s eyes meet mine and he
hesitates. “I don’t know Alpha Xavier. We can only do so much. Perhaps” he hesitates again and I almost lose my temper out of
exasperation.
“What? Whatever it is name it and you shall have it. Just save her I shouted out in frustration.
Couldn’t they see how fast she was fading? She was so pale.....
He began to wheel her up towards the surgery. department as I stood there staring “She needs transfusions. Blood. Yours is
stronger coming from an Alpha...” he began but there was no more need to elaborate as I knew instinctively what he was getting
at..
‘I didn’t let him finish the sentence, I was so eager to help. “Hook me up then and take my blood. Hurry. Xander will donate as
well. Just do it” I snarled.
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They could have all my blood if it came down to it, so long as they saved Regan.
A nurse grabbed me, placed me on a chair, and began to hook me up to take my blood. I gritted my teeth, feeling the needle be
pushed underneath my skin, barely acknowledging the sharp prick it made. Xander came rushing up, looking disheveled and out
of breath. I wondered what had taken him so long to get here and then dismissed it. For now, it didn’t matter. Ri, now, I needed
him to step up and do the same thing as I was, in order to help our mate.
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My father sat down and waved at a nurse, surprising us by volunteering his own blood. By some unspoken rule, none of us
brought up Mother and what she had attempted to do. The paigf it all was still too fresh in our minds Xander and 1 knew she was
dead. Father had shifted into his wolf and taken her out before either of us could react to what she had done to Regan I guess
the fact that she tried to kill one of her sons was too much for him and he reacted impulsively. I am somewhat relieved when I am
unhooked from the needle, as well as Xander, but Father continues to donate, causing me to look at the nurse questioningly. She
looks hesitant as she gives lier answer.
“There’s only so much you can donate before you risk losing too much of your own,” she said in response, handing us a cookie
and an orange juice each.
“What about our mate” I growled, eyeing her as she sighed, and gave us sympathetic looks.
“They are still giving her transfusions. Did the person who attacked her have wolfsbane in their system?” she asked quietly.
Shit. My mother would have been given some to make her weaker in the dungeon and prevent her from fighting too much when
she was brought back out. None of us had thought about it until now.
“Yes” my father confirmed, “enough to keep the wolf weak when they shifted but evidently we did not give her enough” he
scowled, thinking about my mother’s attack on Regan and how easily she had managed to get her claws out.
They are starting to slow down on the blood transfusions and the doctor is going to come out and speak to you” she promised,
but there was a strange look on her face, that made Xander and me glance at each other, suspecting there was something she
was not saying. I could feel my body tensing in anticipation.
The nurse slid her eyes away from us, rushing down the corridor, while another came and relieved our Father of his blood,
quickly handing him some food to help him recover his vitality.
“Something is wrong. Father hardly donated any blood in comparison to us” Xander concluded grimly, frowning at me as silently
agreed with him.
“Maybe that’s a good sign” my father objected, trying to remain positive for our sakes, “maybe that means they gave her enough
and she’s now recovering.”
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I had a sense that wasn’t it. I glanced at Xander and saw the same doubtful expression on his face that mirrored mine. My father
tried to force a smile on his face, attempting to look reassuring for our sakes but we remained grim–faced. The docte came
wandering down the hallway, pulling off his surgeon’s mask and looking pale. His gown was covered in blood, and both Xander
and I could smell Regan’s mixed in with ours all over him. I flinched and saw Father stand up hastily, while we did the same. I
had a terrible sense of foreboding as I took in the expression on the doctor’s face. He had not come to give good news. I hitched
in a breath.
“Alphas” the doctor bowed his head, his expression grave “we have done all we can. I’m sorry to inform you that...”
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Another nurse sat him down on a different chair as Xander obligingly let them cake his blood. We sat there, in silence wandhing
as the bags were quickly taken and transported down to surgery. It felt like she was going through a lot of bland as we continued
to donate Our eyes narrowed as we stared stocall at the doors, hoping to see the surgeon come out of them and give us good
news. My father began to walk down the corridor, frowning as he looked at us, an expression of concern coming over his face
“Is Regan” he began, worriedly, glancing towards the surgery doors as we shook our heads, feeling drained.
“Needs blood,” I said tiredly, gesturing at the needles still in my and Xander’s arms.
My father sat down and waved at a nurse, surprising us by volunteering his own blood. By some unspoken rule, none of us
brought up Mother and what she had attempted to do. The pain of it all was still too fresh in our minds. Xander and I knew she
was dead. Father had shifted into his wolf and taken her out before either of us could react to what she had done to Regan. I
guess the fact that she tried to kill one of her sons was too much for him and he reacted impulsively. I am somewhat relieved
when I am unhooked from the needle, as well as Xander, but Father continues to donate, causing me to look at the nurse
questioningly. She looks hesitant as she gives her answer.
“There’s only so much you can donate before you risk losing too much of your own,” she said in response, handing us a cookie
and an orange juice each.
“What about our mate” I growled, eyeing her as she sighed, and gave us sympathetic looks.
“They are still giving her transfusions. Did the person who attacked her have wolfsbane in their system?” she asked quietly.
Shit. My mother would have been given some to make her weaker in the dungeon and prevent her from fighting too much when
she was brought back out. None of us had thought about it until now.
“Yes” my father confirmed, “enough to keep the wolf weak when they shifted but evidently we did not give her enough” he
scowled, thinking about my mother’s attack on Regan and how easily she had managed to get her claws out.
“It’s seriously affecting her body’s attempt to recover. With no wolf, we have to be careful about how much blood loss there is.
They are starting to slow down on the blood transfusions and the doctor is going to come out and speak to you” she promised,
but there was a strange look on her face, that made Xander and me glance at each other, suspecting there was something she
was not saying. I could feel my body tensing in anticipation.
The nurse slid her eyes away from us, rushing down the corridor while another quickly handing him some food to help him
recover his vitality
came and relieved our Father of his blood,
“Something is wrong. Father hardly donated any blood in comparison to us” Xander concluded grimly, frowning at me as I silently
agreed with him.
“Maybe that’s a good sign” my father objected, trying to remain positive for our sakes, “maybe that means they gave her enough
and she’s now recovering.”
I had a sense that wasn’t it. I glanced at Xander and saw the same doubtful expression on his face that mirrored mine. My father
tried to force a smile on his face, attempting to look reassuring for our sakes but we remained grim–faced. The doctor came
wandering down the hallway, pulling off his surgeon’s mask and looking pale. His gown was covered in blood, and both Xander
and I could smell Regan’s mixed in with ours all over him. I flinched and saw Father stand up hastily, while we did the same. I
had a terrible sense of foreboding as I took in the expression on the doctor’s face. He had not come to give us good news. I
hitched in a breath.
“Alphas” the doctor bowed his head, his expression grave “we have done all we can. I’m sorry to inform you that...”
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“No” I blurted out, shaking my head in denial “No, she can’t be dead. She saved my life, she can’t be dead.”
God no, I would have felt her if she died. I would have felt the mate bond disappear. Why hadn’t I? He was lying!
My hand shot out and gripped him around the neck, shaking him as the doctor’s eyes widened and he began to claw at me, my
father trying to release my fingers “She can’t be dead” I snarled, refusing to believe it.
“She’s not dead Alpha” the doctor spluttered as I dropped him, looking hastily at my father in thanks “but she’s also not
recovering. If she had her wolf, she would no doubt be recovering nicely, but unfortunately that’s not the case in this instance.
She’s too weak” he explained, touching the back of his neck and then looking at both of us with flattened lips “there is only one
way that you might be able to save your mate from certain death” he finished tightly “but it means possibly going against her
wishes.”
I glanced at Xander and saw the same resolution on his face. Whatever it took, whatever it involved, we would stop at nothing to
save our mate. We owed her. We loved her. Our wolves loved her.
“What do we have to do?” I asked, bracing myself for the answer.