Rejecting the Alpha Twins

Chapter 48
Regan POV
I nibbled on my fingernail, feeling frustrated and confined. The longer I stayed inside my room, the more claustrophobic it felt.
There was no denying that I was restless, my mood growing larker by the second. I was beginning to resent the mates I had, the
pack I lived in, and for even being born a shifter. Such undeniable rage could not be controlled and the longer 1 continued to
stew, the harder it remained to keep myself from doing something reckless until eventually I snapped. The fact it had taken so
long was the only thing I was surprised by
Screw them all. They could all go to hell as far as I was concerned. What right did they have to order me to remain in my human
form? What proof was there that somebody else would go to such lengths in order to lay their hands on a white wolf? All I had
was their word and as far as I was concerned that was worth very little to me at the moment. I could feel Snow’s concern as I
suddenly turned and headed downstairs, my feet rushing, my heart thumping wildly. I had no qualms about try but I what I was
about to do, nor did 1 care about the so–called consequences. If they wanted to punish me, they could was done with these
games and with them trying to prevent me from living my life.I wanted to feel the rush again as 1 shifted, the wind in my fur and
the freedom to explore. I barely made it out of the pack house before I transformed into my white wolf, springing directly towards
the forest, my paws thudding heavily along the ground. I didn’t waste any making it into the safety of the trees and the shelter of
the shadows.
time
This is not the smartest idea. I’m sure your mates had your best interests at heart when they advised you not to shift Snow
commented dryly, shaking her head and making me feel a spurt of anger toward her
They only care for themselves. I’m tired of being told what to do what to feel, what to say, it’s like being confined in a prison cell. I
deserve to feel freedom, Snow. I deserve to be like everybody else, without being under somebody else’s control. Can’t you see
that?
They aren’t trying to control you; they are worried about your safety, she said primly.
I snorted. Where was all this concern when I was being beaten by my father or even when they were daring to lay their hands on
me? Suddenly they decide to become overprotective and I’m supposed to just accept it? As if the last few years didn’t happen at
all? They act as though I can’t take care of myself when I’ve been doing just that for years, without their help I might addl

Your mates love you. They are doing what they can for you, but you won’t let them in Regan. You keep pushing them away. You
even rejected them once already. Right now, they feel like they have to be extra cautious in handling you.
Of course, I rejected them. I snapped back. They have always been arrogant and until now, they have never shown an ounce of
caring for me. They might be sincere now, but that’s the mate bond. If we weren’t mates, they would be just as hateful and
condescending towards me as before and I would be in the same position of being abused as I was before. Don’t try and defend
them to me, Snow. They know all too well what their actions were like. I am not easily manipulated into forgiveness like you are. I
will not forget what they have done, simply because they are my mates. They have to earn forgiveness not just be given it.
Snow fell silent at the amount of anger in my voice, We careened into the forest, jumping over fallen tree branches and debris,
trotting along the ground, our tail swishing happily behind us. Everything was so much better when you were in wolf form. 1 could
smell the various scents of the forest, from the pinecones to the dirt and the mixture of old scents left behind by other shifters
who had gone this way, I smelt the fresh leaves of the trees and could see further into the distance as I made my way deeper,
feeling as though a huge weight had lifted off my shoulders. I knew that the Alpha boys would be angry I had disobeyed them,
but in that moment, I no longer cared. My ears pricked as I heard a scuttling sound and I tensed, only to giggle inwardly as a
rabbit came bounding out in front of me, its eyes widening in panic before it quickly rushed to scramble away from me. Even the
warmth of the sun on my back and through my fur felt pleasant
Iran. I ran so hard that when we finally stopped, my chest was covered in sweat, my fur matted, my breathing heavy. We had
covered a great distance in what I considered to be a relatively short amount of time, and it looked as though we were
remarkably agile and fast. I marveled at that, glancing over the cliffside as we sat on our haunches, looking over the pack, my
nose wrinkling at the various smells as I took time to rest and recover.
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The pack looks so small from up here I thought absent–mindedly
Just because something is small doesn’t mean that it’s not powerful Snow’s voice echon/
my mind as I silently agreed with
het

Even the smallest of things could be the most powerful if given the chance.
1 could see the sun beginning to set. We had been out for hours, enjoying the feel of the wind in our fur. At one stage we had
even hunted down a small critter as part of a feast and I had let Show take over as we ate it, our stomach satiated from the meal
I was surprised that we hadn’t been tracked down by Xander and Xavier yet, my body tensing as I considered the inevitable
confrontation that would take place. I knew how angry they would be that I had defied them but part of me welcomed that anger.
At least they would know how it felt for once.
Either Xander and Xavier are distracted, and they don’t know I made it out here or.....
Nobody saw you dash to the forest, which is hardly surprising, considering we are faster than the average shifter. Nobody was
near the pack house, Snow supplied which means our mates didn’t know we were missing, or they didn’t know where we were.
We should go back to them, she suggested tentatively I don’t feel comfortable out here.
1 pouted, not wanting to go back. Come on Snow, just a little longer? Who knows when we’ll get out here again, I said
despondently. I had a feeling that the Alpha twins would make certain that I couldn’t get out so easily the next time, finding
myself feeling resentful towards the two of them once again.
I could see Snow open her mouth to reply before we stiffened as a repugnant smell hit our nostrils. It smelled so putrid that I
gagged, our body standing up and turning around slowly. Rotten meat and rotten eggs. The distinct smell of another wolf. one
that you did not want to meet in the forest on your own. They shouldn’t even be this close to our territory, but the proof was there
in the scent and smell that continued to waft toward us. I swallowed hard, knowing instinctively what we were about to face,
realizing what my recklessness had led to. Snow was not as panicked, remaining quite calm as she spoke to
Rogues. They must have picked up our scent. There is more than one of them. Move away from the edge of the cliffside Regan
and don’t let them back you towards it. Keep calm. They can smell your fear. Don’t let them see that you’re afraid. Keep calm.
I gritted my teeth. Rogues were wolves who had abandoned their packs and lived solitary lives, roaming the natural territories
between other packs. They also tried to take over a pack by force when they came in numbers or would kill and murder shifters
for food. We had been taught since we were small of the dangers. Heck, I had lost my own mother to a rogue attack. What were
rogues doing so close to my pack? I swallowed hard, my eyes scanning the surrounding foliage, my eyes widening slightly as
one, two, three, four, no more than five rogues stepped out of the shadows, their red eyes gleaming, snarls on their faces, and
froth foaming at the mouth. For the first time. I became paralyzed with fear as they began to walk towards me, their tails swishing
madly as they began to give me wicked grins.

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I had never fought a rogue before, but I was about to find out how hard it was. As one lunged towards me, I jumped, leaping just
clear of it and rolling, before getting to my feet and making mad dash towards the forest that was in front of me. I needed to split
these guys up if I had any chance of surviving against them. Snow readily agreed with the plan. I could sense them as they
began to split up, hoping to take me from various directions. One jumped and I dodged to the side, pausing and kicking out with
my hind legs, sending them sprawling into nearby tree trunk. I winced as I heard the thudding sound they made and when I
glanced over my shoulder, I saw their head surrounded by a pool of blood. They were either dead or unconscious. Either way
that now left four rogues to deal with. Still not a great number but it was progress.
Two appeared directly in front of me. I swerved, halting in my steps. They growled as I began to hurriedly back away from them.
They began to circle me, their eyes glinting with satisfaction. I kept a wary ear out for the last two rogues who were still at large
even as 1 kept watch on these ones. They decided to tackle me from opposite sides of each other. I waited until the very last
moment and then rolled underneath their bellies, lashing out with my claws into their underbellies and dropping their guts as I
heard their wrambled out from underneath them, wrinkling my nose in disgust at the smell that lingered. I
heard their whimpers as they landed on the ground. I turned. One had fallen and lay on its side, its guts hanging out, but the
other one was only minorly injured and keeping its eyes narrowed on me. I had pissed it off now. I swallowed hard, mindful that
there were two other rogues besides this one to still fight. The one in front let out a ferocious roar and lunged towards me, but
before it could get anywhere near me, two large black wolves appeared from out of nowhere and tackled it, working in tandem to
rip its head from its neck and drop it carelessly to the ground. I flinched, knowing instinctively who these two wolves were as they
looked at me, snarling angrily. The Alpha twins were pissed and they were pissed at me. Rightfully so. I glared at them, refusing
to be intimidated just because their wolves were larger than mine. They snarled again and turned. gesturing for me to follow. I
hesitated, but Snow urged me to, the scent of the other two rogues still wafting towards us.

Their wolves are just as angry as their human counterparts are Show advised, so maybe you should keep silent until we get
back to the pack house so that you don’t anger them any further
I let out a low growl of frustration. The black wolves stopped, their ears pricking. Suddenly one of them glanced towards me, their
eyes widening slightly in panic. I moved out of instinc, dodging quickly to the side as a rouge came flying out of nowhere,
narrowly avoiding getting hurt. Xavier’s wolf, moved, making a ferocious roar, and lunged at the rogue, pinning it to the ground
and then clamping his jaws around its neck. He bit, hard, tearing through flesh and bone until the rogue lay dead, a look of anger
on the wolf’s face. There was still one rogue left. It was nearby, judging from how strong its scent became and I saw Xander’s
wolf take off in pursuit. Xavier padded away from the rogue and then shifted to human form, glaring at me. I hesitated, not
wanting to do the same and face the inevitable music.
“Shift” he snapped at me.
Better do it Regan, Snow told me reluctantly, before he uses his Alpha tone..
I shifted ungraciously, grateful to find I still had clothes on, whereas, I suddenly noticed absently, that Xavier didn’t and was
standing stark raving naked in front of me!
Xavier strode to me, his eyes blazing with anger. “What the hell were you thinking?” he spat out, grabbing me by the chin and
forcing me to look directly into his eyes
I blushed, trying to avoid looking too closely at him! very aware of a certain piece of his anatomy that was hard and sticking
slightly up while he seemed oblivious to it in his anger. “I just wanted to.” I stammered, looking anywhere but at him
“Exactly, you weren’t thinking” Xavier roared, looking fit to explode. “You could have died from your mistake. If we hadn’t noticed
you were missing if patrol hadn’t alerted us that there were rogues in our territory, you could have ended up dead, just like your
mother” he shouted incensed.
I stiffened. Now he had gone too far. He knew it too by the apologetic look he shot my way, his mouth opening hastily. “Regan, I
didn’t mean...” he trailed off, looking sheepishly at me
1 shoved him, hard, falling slightly back on my feet. “Yeah, you dad” I told him flatly. “I’m sick of being told what to do” 1
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cried, folding my arms across my chest. “You think that because you’re the alpha you automatically get a say in my life? Because
we’re mates that I don’t get to choose what I want to do anymore?” I shook my head and poked him in the chest. “Wrong. If this
is the way it’s going to be then. I threatened ominously.
‘Regan don’t be hasty” Xander’s voice cuts in before I can finishe
1 glance over and my eyes widen as he jogs to me, also stark naked and oblivious, while my cheeks turn a bright crimson red.
Are they that unaware of how they looked or were they that comfortable with their nakedness? I bit my lip, glancing slyly down at
their member, unable to help my curiosity. They were huge! I felt my mouth go dry and hastily looked elsewhere, blushing
profusely.
“Don’t be hasty?” I said, holding my hands out and then noting both twins were covered in blood and looked exhausted. “I didn’t
ask you to come to my rescue. I was perfectly fine. I managed to kill some rogues of my own, didn’t I?” I snapped.
They acted as though I was some damsel in distress when I had been holding my own. I glowered at them, annoyed by their
constant complaints.
“I was impressed” Xander nodded, taking the wind out of my sails and making his brother glower at him. “You did well
considering you haven’t been training in your wolf form. But Regan, it’s dangerous to go out here and to be in this form. We told

you already...” he hesitated.
“Who cares? Who’s going to find out?” I said rolling my eyes.
They were being overly drainatic. But Xander and Xavier were shooting each other glances and silently communicating with one
another. “That’s what we were trying to come and find you for. So that we could tell you” Xander said patiently, as Xavier
tightened his lips and gave a sigh.
“Tell me what?” I said confused.
They made it sound as though it was something important, but what could be that important they had to come looking for me. I
frowned.
“The elders are on their way here. It seems your stepsister and stepmother have contacted them, claiming they were mistreated
by your father and abused. They want to be reinstated with full perks, meaning access to the pack house again” Xander
explained quietly.

“No” 1 shook my head, almost laughing incredulously at them. “No way. My father never laid a hand on them” I refuted.
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“Hang these fairy lights across those trees” Linstructed the omega in a low voice, craning my head to look up at it, before turning
to walk over to another omega and slamming into something in my path. Or rather someone.
“Isabelle” my voice is cool as I stand there and regard her silently Xander seemingly coming from nowhere to stand beside me
as we both wonder what on earth she is doing out here with the rest of the pack. “What are you doing so close to the pack
house?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even.
She blinks before a small smile spreads across her face “I thought that I would come and see what the decorations were about.
After all” she bites her lip, her cheeks turning a rosy pink, Today is my birthday after all” she reminds us softly “and you always
used to celebrate it with me before.”
I had forgotten all about it being Isabelle’s birthday in my attempts to get Regan’s celebrated for once. I glanced at Xander and
saw the same realization on his face. Neither of us had spared Isabelle much thought since banishing her from the pack. house,
other than this nonsense she was stirring up now with the elders. I blink, shocked that she would have the audacity to think that
we would celebrate her birthday with her when we had a mate now who was our fated and who we had made it obvious we
wanted.
“Is it?” my voice is frosty “I’m afraid that we’ve been busy trying to get everything set up for Regan’s birthday tomorrow.”
Even with the elders coming we wanted to celebrate our mate’s birthday with her, ignoring her objections as she continually
protested against the idea. For one, we wanted her to see that the pack wasn’t going to continue its hatred against her. Without
Beta Jackson whispering into people’s ears, the pack was starting to realize how badly they had been manipulated into abusing
and disliking Regan
“What?” Isabelle’s smile slips from her face and she looks genuinely stunned by our announcement. “You can’t be serious,” she
says, her voice a stammer.
“Why would we celebrate your birthday?” I tilted my head to look at her, confused. “You mean nothing to us now,” I said
deliberately.

Did she think that we would still have feelings for her after we had found out what she and her family did to Regan? Was she
harboring some kind of false hope that we would change our minds and still take her as a chosen mate? Impossible.
She
flinches. Xander moved forward and stared down at her with open hostility. “I believe we are due a visit from the elders thanks to
you and your mother” he continued “and as such, I think that it would be prudent to suggest that you go back to your house.”
I agree. Neither one of us wants to lay eyes on her. I briefly wonder where Heather is and then decide that I don’t care.
“Surely, you can understand why we’re doing it” Isabelle whispers, the blood draining out of her face. “We have no choice.
You’ve banished us from the pack. My friends won’t speak to me, the pack is avoiding me,” she raised her voice and the chosen
mates I was meant to have instead turned into cowards and refuse to see me, let alone take my correspondence.”
She was either brave or incredibly stupid. I was inclined to believe the latter.
“Watch your tongue” I snarled, “banishment from the pack house means exactly that. We told you that we didn’t want you near
Regan and we meant it. Telling the elders lies in order to get your own way isn’t going to work. Have you forgotten about the
Alpha tone? All it takes is that to get you to sing the truth” I leaned in close watching as she licked her trembling lips “And then
we will have further reason to punish you even harder than we already have” I warned.
“Why can’t you just let us come back?” she pleaded, her body trembling. “Before Regan came along as your mate, you cared for
me. I know you both did. She’s ruined it. What does Regan have that I don’t?” she whimpered, on the verge of tears.
“She’s our fated mate Isabelle. You cannot even hope to comparer Xander’s voice is silky as he eyes her nonchalantly
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It’s like comparing apples to oranges. Regan will always be the one we love, no matter what, Isabelle cannot persuade us to look
elsewhere, no matter how hard she tries. It won’t work on us and our loyalty, our love, it’s all strictly for our male fur
fated mate

Neither of us is buying Isabelle’s pathetic act. We can’t believe she dared to step foot so close to the pack house after we p her
strict instructions to keep away. She looks at the two of us wir sheer rage in her eyes, realizing we’re not about to budge or have
any sympathy for her or her mother.
Kave
you both everything” she shrieked. “Everything and you just turn your back on me. I won’t have it the screamed, as Regan came
out of the pack house, looking bewildered by all the loud noise.
I saw Regan look at her stepsister horrified while Isabelle began to dig in her pockets, a frantic expression on her face and a wild
look in her eyes. Regan stepped closer, even as Xander and moved to stand protectively in front of her. There was something off
about Babelle. Something strange. There was a smile on her face that was more threatening than pleasant
“You’re so determined to be rid of me she shrieked as we stared at her, pack members stopping in their tracks to watch, hands
going to their open mouths in fascination. “Then so be it, I’ll make sure you never have to be bothered with my presence ever
again” she warned, her voice shaking.
What did she mean by that? Her hand slowly withdrew from her pocket, and I sucked in a breath as I saw the silver–bladed
dagger she was holding, She placed it against her wrist and Regan tried to push past us in a rush to get to Isabelle, but Xander
and I refused to allow her to put herself in harm’s way.
“Isabelle, put the knife down. You’re being irrational right now I said calmly, even as Isabelle’s mouth curled back and she
sneered at me.
“Irrational! You banished my father and turned him rogue. My mother is like a ghost in the damn house” she continued bitterly,
her voice rising higher and higher, “And that little bitch she pointed with a wavering hand at Regan who was motionless and
looking at Isabelle with a stricken expression, “is in the position I’ve been dreaming of since I was little. I was always meant to be
the Luna of the pack” she screamed at the top of her lungs, sounding hysterical. Not her. She is nothing. A worthless piece of
garbage” she continued, before drawing the dagger across her wrist vertically, her eyes glinting madly.
Shit. She really was trying to commit suicide. I heard Regan suck in a breath while I attempted to move closer. Before I could get
to her, Isabelle looked me in the eyes and then at Xander, her lips quivesing. “I hope you all go to hell” she whispered and then
drew the blade across her other wrist, dropping the knife as blood poured down onto the grass, her knees buckling beneath her,
before she dropped to the ground with a heavy thud.

Blood, so much blood. I raced to Isabelle and picked her up, cradling her in my arms. She was unconscious and barely
breathing. I could smell her blood, the metallic scent in the air as Xander eyed me and Regan let out a sob, her hands to her
mouth, a look of anguish on her face.
“Why” whispered Regan, gazing at her stepsister with pity. “Why
“I’m taking her to the hospital” I yelled, turning on my heels.
As much as we all despised Isabelle now, none of us had predicted that she would go to such desperate lengths. I could see
Xander picking up the bloodied knife out of the corner of my eye and see Regan gasping for air as Xander comforted her. I ran,
my heart pounding in my chest, Isabelle’s limp figure in my arms. She had done a lot of damage, the silver in the knife burning
her flesh as it cut, and part of me didn’t know if she would survive the damage, she had done to herself. I grined my teeth, not
sure whether to feel sorry for the young girl in my arms or whether to be angry that she had once again, gained the attention of
the pack and painted herself as a victim. If she lived, the elders would be notified of her suicide attempt and I had a feeling this
would cause them to look at Isabelle with more sympathy than she deserved.
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“Hang these fairy lights across those trees” I instructed the omeg in a low voice, craning my head to look up at it, before turning
to walk over to another omega and slamming into something in my path. Or rather someone.
“Isabelle” my voice is cool as I stand there and regard her silently Xander seemingly coming from nowhere to stand beside me
as we both wonder what on earth she is doing out here with the rest of the pack. “What are you doing so close to the pack
house?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even.
She blinks before a small smile spreads across her face “I thought that I would come and see what the decorations were about.
After all” she bites her lip, her cheeks turning a rosy pink. Today is my birthday after all” she reminds us softly “and you always
used to celebrate it with me before.”

I had forgotten all about it being Isabelle’s birthday in my attempts to get Regan’s celebrated for once. I glanced at Xander and
saw the same realization on his face. Neither of us had spared Isabelle much thought since banishing her from the pack house,
other than this nonsense she was stirring up now with the elders. I blink, shocked that she would have the audacity to think that
we would celebrate her birthday with her when we had a mate now who was our fated and who we had made it obvious we
wanted.
“Is it?” my voice is frosty “I’m afraid that we’ve been busy trying to get everything set up for Regan’s birthday tomorrow.”
Even with the elders coming we wanted to celebrate our mate’s birthday with her, ignoring her objections as she continually
profested against the idea. For one, we wanted her to see that the pack wasn’t going to continue its hatred against her. Without
Beta Jackson whispering into people’s ears, the pack was starting to realize how badly they had been manipulated into abusing
and disliking Regan:
“What?” Isabelle’s smile slips from her face and she looks genuinely stunned by our announcement. “You can’t be serious,” she
says, her voice a stammer,
“Why would we celebrate your birthday?” I tilted my head to look at her, confused. “You mean nothing to us now,” I said
deliberately.
Did she think that we would still have feelings for her after we had found out what she and her family did to Regan? Was she
harboring some kind of false hope that we would change our minds and still take her as a chosen mate? Impossible.
She flinches. Xander moved forward and stared down at her with open hostility. “I believe we are due a visit from the elders
thanks to you and your mother” he continued “and as such, I think that it would be prudent to suggest that you go back to your
house.”
y wonder where Heather is and then decide that I don’t care.
I agree. Neither one of us wants to lay eyes on her. I briefly
“Surely, you can understand why we’re doing it” Isabelle whispers, the blood draining out of her face. “We have no choice.
You’ve banished us from the pack. My friends won’t speak to me, the pack is avoiding me,” she raised her voice “and the chosen
mates I was meant to have instead turned into cowards and refuse to see me, let alone take my correspondence.”
She was either brave or incredibly stupid. I was inclined to believe the latter.

“Watch your tongue” I snarled, “banishment from the pack house means exactly that. We told you that we didn’t want you near
Regan and we meant it. Telling the elders lies in order to get your own way isn’t going to work. Have you forgotten about the
Alpha tone? All it takes is that to get you to sing the truth” I leaned in close watching as she licked her trembling lips “And then
we will have further reason to punish you even harder than we already have” I warned.
“Why can’t you just let us come back?” she pleaded, her body trembling. “Before Regan came along as your mate, you cared for
me. I know you both did. She’s ruined it, What does Regan have that I don’t?” she whimpered, on the verge of tears.
“She’s our fated mate Isabelle. You cannot even hope to compare Xander’s voice is silky as he eyes her nonchalantly.
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It’s like comparing apples to oranges. Regan will always be the one we love, no matter what. Isabelle cannot persuade us to look

elsewhere, no matter how hard she tries. It won’t work on us and our loyalty, our love, it’s all strictly for our mate. Our
fated mate.
Neither of us is buying Isabelle’s pathetic act. We can’t believe she dared to step foot so close to the pack house after we gave
her strict instructions to keep away. She looks at the two of us with sheer rage in her eyes, realizing we’re not about to budge or
have any sympathy for her or her mother.
“I gave you both everything” she shrieked. “Everything and you just turn your back on me. I won’t have it” she screamed, as
Regan came out of the pack house, looking bewildered by all the loud noise.
I saw Regan look at her stepsister horrified while Isabelle began to dig in her pockets, a frantic expression on her face and a wild
look in her eyes. Regan stepped closer, even as Xander and I moved to stand protectively in front of her. There was something
off about Isabelle. Something strange. There was a smile on her face that was more threatening than pleasant.
“You’re so determined to be rid of me” she shrieked as we stared at her, pack members stopping in their tracks to watch, hands
going to their open mouths in fascination. Then so be it make sure you never have to be bothered with my

presence ever again” she warned, her voice shaking.
What did she mean by that? Her hand slowly withdrew from her pocket, and I sucked in a breath as I saw the silver–bladed
dagger she was holding. She placed it against her wrist and Regan tried to push past us in a rush to get to Isabelle, but Xander
and I refused to allow her to put herself in harm’s way.
“Isabelle, put the knife down. You’re being irrational right now” I said calmly, even as Isabelle’s mouth curled back and she
sneered at me.
“Irrational? You banished my father and turned him rogue. My mother is like a ghost in the damn house” she continued bitterly,
her voice rising higher and higher, “And that little bitch she pointed with a wavering hand at Regan who was motionless and
looking at Isabelle with a stricken expression, “is in the position I’ve been dreaming of since I was little. I was always meant to be
the Luna of the pack” she screamed at the top of her lungs, sounding hysterical. Not her. She is nothing. A worthless piece of
garbage” she continued, before drawing the dagger across her wrist vertically, her eyes glinting madly.
Shit. She really was trying to commit suicide. I heard Regan suck in a breath while I attempted to move closer. BefMy T
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This is bad. Really bad. Who would have guessed that Isabelle Kamona would do something so maddening or so crazy as to
attempt to take her own life, by attempting suicide in front of the whole pack like that? I hand over the bloodied knife to a pack
member, instructing them to take it to the hospital, and turp around, holding onto Regan who is sobbing loudly into my shoulder.
She should never have had to see something like that,
“Xander, do you think she’ll be okay?” Regan sobs; sounding brokenhearted.
Even with everything that Isabelle has put her through, Regan’s compassion continues to shine through. I stroke the top of her
hair, feeling its soft silken strands, my throat tightening. As much as I want to give her the answer I know she’s hoping to hear, I
know that I can’t afford to give her false hope. Isabelle had used a silver dagger..

“I don’t know.”
It’s the only answer I can truthfully give. Isabelle used a silver dagger which did tremendous damage to her. She would have had
her wolf and received it at midnight if today was her birthday, but silver was like poison to shifters She must have been feeling
desperate to go to such lengths.
Desperate or manipulative, I thought with a certain degree of skepticism, as Regan wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up
at me with sadness.
“We should go and check on her” Regan insisted, her voice breaking.
1 hesitated. I didn’t want Regan anywhere near Isabelle. I didn’t trust that this wasn’t another trick or way to gain sympathy from
the pack or even the elders when they found out what had happened. But Regan was also Isabelle’s stepsister and as such I
could not deny her visiting while Isabelle was in such a critical condition. What if Isabelle died and Regan didn’t get the chance to
say goodbye? My guilt would not let me refuse her this opportunity.
“If that’s what you really want,” I said slowly, looking at her tear–streaked face and feeling a pang in my chest, “then I can take
you, but you’re not to be alone with her I added sternly.
Even wounded, if Isabelle was conscious she might still attempt to hurt Regan. It was unlikely but I wasn’t about to take any
chances when it came to my mate. Regan would have to understand that and thankfully it looked as though she did, not arguing
about that condition at all to my surprise.
She nodded and we began to head over to the car. As we head inside the hospital, we see Xavier standing in the waiting room,
covered in Isabelle’s blood, a look of pity on his face Isabelle must be in surgery, I surmised as Regan rushed over to him, a look
of panic on her face.
“How is she? Is she alive?” Regan cries, her voice shaking.
Xavier runs a hand through his hair and shoots us both a look, his tone slightly cautious. Like me, he doesn’t want to get Regan’s
hopes up, only to have them dashed. “They’re doing the best they can. She lost a lot of blood She needs transfusions” he began,
and Regan immediately began to flag down a doctor, waving her hand frantically at them to gain their attention.
“Regan, what are you doing?” I asked, feeling slightly exasperated, even though I suspected I knew the answer, as she fixed her
doe–like eyes on me and blinked.
“Donating,” she said simply.

I should have known that Regan would do this. The girl had a heart of gold.
I wanted to growl at Regan and knock some sense into her head but it was impossible to be angry at her. This was the same girl
that had abused and terrified Regan and now Regan was offering to save her life! Isabelle didn’t know how lucky she was!
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The nurse heard Regan and began to usher her to a chair, and flinched as the needle was put in and her blood was taken. This
ask Xavier or me to donate for which I was grateful. I didn’t kno want Isabelle Ramona having any of my blood.
other nurse quickly gathered the equipment. Regan barely ine, they only took two bags before stopping. She did not whether I
would have been able to refuse her but I didn’t
Regan had just been unhooked from the needle and a bandage placed over the wound when Ileather Ramona came storming
into the hospital, her eyes wild, her expression one ofory when she spotted her stepdaughter in the room. Before either of us
could move, Heather stormed up to us and slapped egan right in the face. I grabbed her hand, while Regan put a hand to her
check, looking stunned.
“Touch my mate again and I’ll break your hand” I snarled as she tried to wrestle it out of my grasp.
I tightened my grip, emphasizing my point, tempted to break her hand to make my point.
“Bastards” Heather shouted as Regan stood up and quietly put her hand on me, motioning for me to let go of her stepmother’s
hand. I did, reluctantly. “The lot of you. This is all your fault” she sneered at Regan, pointing a finger at her chest while we
growled, Xavier and I moved closer to our mate while Regan just looked at her, “If you hadn’t had us banished from the
packhouse and turned into the laughingstock of the pack, Isabelle would never have taken such drastic measures” she shrieked.
It was just like Heather Ramona to blame everybody but herself for what Isabelle had done. Even Isabelle did not get the blame.
I shook my
head in disbelief at this oblivious woman.

“Do not blame us for your daughter’s actions” Xavier snarled, looking as though he’d like to strike the woman, Regan looking
quickly at him, which instantly made him calm down.
Heather looked ropeable. Regan spoke before things got too heated. “Stepmother” she began.
“Don’t call me that” Heather snapped “I am not your stepmother I have nothing to do with you. As far as I’m concerned you are
nobody” she said icily, drawing her brows together in rage.
I put a hand on Regan’s shoulder, but she never so much as blinked. She took a deep breath. “Isabelle is still in surgery. The
doctors are hopeful that she will pull through. You should sit in chair and wait” she motioned to the various chairs while Heather
glowered at her.
“Acting so high and mighty, as if you’re the Luna” Heather’s lip curled, “just you wait Regan, you’ll be pulled off that throne you’re
so happy to be sitting on and when you are, I’ll be the one that’s laughing” she spat.
I had heard enough. “Enough” 1 roared. “This is how you treat our mate?” I waved a hand at her, while Heather’s eyes.
narrowed. “Did you even notice that Regan donated blood for your daughter’s sake when she didn’t have to? Anybody in
Regan’s position would have refused and your daughter would be dead. That’s the kind of person Regan is” I shouted, “and
your misfortunes?” you
have the nerve to slap her and blame her for
The nerve of this woman. She had no gratitude whatsoever.
I shook my head in disgust while Heather’s eyes involuntarily darted to Regan’s arm where the small bandage was “Regardless
of how you feel about Regan, you should at least be grateful for her having that compassion. It’s a shame that Regan had you as
a stepmother because she sure as hell deserved somebody better to take on that role” I spat out.
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Xavier nodded in agreement and pulled Regan in for a hug as she sniffled. Heather let out a frustrated growl and stomped over
to a chair in the far corner, as far away from us as she could possibly get. I watched her sit, rolling my eyes and then looked at
Regan with a sigh. Just as we were about to take our seas again, the doctor came walking out of the double doors in the
corridor, a surgeon mask on his face. He pulled it off, a gran expression on his face as he eyed us, Heather pushing her way to
the front, a frantic expression on her face.

“Is she alive!” she begged, her voice hitching, her body trembling as she looked at the doctor whose expression remained
unchanged. “Please, somebody tell me, is my daughter Isabelle still alive” she beseeched, sinking to her knees and staring up at
the doctor with an expression of anguish on her face.
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It was impossible to not feel sorry for Heather Ramona in that moment, even as I saw Regan look at him, her own expression
one of worry and fear. Despite everything, Regan still wanted Isabelle to live. The silence felt as though it went on forever before
the doctor finally decided to speak.
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ore l could get to her, Isabelle looked me in the eyes and then at Xander, her lips quivering. “I hope you all go to hell” she
whispered and then drew the blade across her other wrist, dropping the knife as blood poured down onto the grass, knees
buckling beneath her, before she dropped to the ground with a heavy thud.
her
Blood, so much blood. I raced to Isabelle and picked her up, cradling her in my arms. She was unconscious and barely
breathing. I could smell her blood, the metallic scent in the air as Xander eyed me and Regan let out a sob, her hands to her
mouth, a look of anguish on her face
“Why” whispered Regan, gazing at her stepsister with pity. “Why?”
“I’m taking her to the hospital” I yelled, turning on my heels.
As much as we all despised Isabelle now, none of us had predicted that she would go to such desperate lengths. I could see
Xander picking up the bloodied knife out of the corner of my eye and see Regan gasping for air as Xander comforted her. I ran,
my heart pounding in my chest, Isabelle’s limp figure in my arms. She had done a lot of damage, the silver in the knife burning
her flesh as it cut, and part of me didn’t know if she would survive the damage, she had done to herself. I gritted my teeth, not
sure whether to feel sorry for the young girl in my arms or whether to be angry that she had once again, gained the attention of
the pack and painted herself as a victim. If she lived, the elders would be notified of her suicide attempt and I had a feeling this
would cause them to look at Isabelle with more sympathy than she deserved.

belle and Heather were anything but victims. I was filled with rage that they even dared to declare themselves one. “Can you
prove it?” Xavier’s voice was sharp as he eyed me closely
I fell silent and bit my lip in chagrin. I couldn’t attest to being by my stepmother or stepsisters‘ side one hundred percent of the
time and the twins knew that. I gritted my teeth: “No, but you know this is ludicrous and just a way to get what they
want.“:
This was just another powerplay by Isabelle and Heather in order to manipulate the elders into giving them what they wanted
Anybody with half a brain could see that,
They had always been cunning and manipulative. Xinder looked sympathetic. “We know, but they are also going to be putting
our father on trial, for killing our mother. Which means he paused and his eyes moved directly to gaze into mine, his expression
changing to one that was beseeching “we need you to testify Regan. We need you as a witness because otherwise, they might
convict him of something he didn’t do.”
No wonder they looked so stressed and frightened, instead of the confident, arrogant bastards they normally were. For the first
time in a long time. I looked at the Alpha twins and felt something more than just hatred and anger towards them. I felt sympathy
and compassion. I would be their witness, not because they were my mates, but because it was the right thing to do. Unlike
them, I wouldn’t turn my back on a person who needed my help. It was a shame that not everybody had the same kindness in
their heart that I had.
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