Rejecting the Alpha Twins

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Regan POV

It’s dark. The torches are lit, lighting the dark dungeon as I slowly make my way down, assisted by Xavier, while Xander waits patiently down by the cell. Alpha Jackson is behind me, Insouth flat, a look of anxiety all over his face. I feel sorry for him. He’s gone through so much, the least of all which is the knowledge that Luna Jennifer slept with another man and betrayed him all those years ago. It’s a miracle he hasn’t broken down or lost control of himself or his wolf. I admire that because it shows just how much inner strength he possesses. No doubt Xavier and Xander take, after him in that respect.

The time has come. I have spent sleepless nights, tossing, turning, trying to come up with the perfect solution, only to realize that there isn’t one. I can’t try and please everybody, It will not work and part of me hurts at that realization, as Xavier begins to lead me to the first cell, where my father is waiting, hanging on the wall by silver restraints, his eyes murderous as he looks upon me. I try not to flinch as I rake my gaze over him, feeling the inner turmoil that often accompanies me whenever I get even remotely close to him. I could already feel myself starting to tense, in preparation for this confrontation, my body was used to the beatings he would foist on me for every little transgression. Even though he can’t touch me. J can’t help my body reacting automatically to his presence.

“You little bitch” he spits, pulling on the cuffs and wincing as the silver burns him “Release me from this cell so that I might get my revenge” he roars.

His anger towards Luna Jennifer and what she did, to him, and to us, is evident by the fury on his face and his blatant attempts to get free. He’s been stewing for days.

“Beta Johnathon, you have been stripped of your title, and I must ask you to remain silent as your daughter Regan gives us her ruling in regard to your punishment” Alpha Jackson’s tone is sharp as he reprimands my father.

My father gives an incredulous laugh while I stiffen, and the Alpha twins shoot him looks filled with daggers. “You’re going to let this useless bitch choose how to punish me?” he snorts. “Cowards, the lot of you” he shouts giving a little girl such power, I don’t believe it.”

I study him. For so long, I have fearell him. Feared his hand, the pain that always accompanies it as it connects with my bare flesh. He looks tired now. Weary. There are cuts on his skin from struggling with the restraints. He is pale and withdrawn. I study him even more closely. The Alpha twins and their father are silent, watching me. I give a small smile, feeling sad for some inexplicable reason.

“For the repeated physical abuse that I have suffered at your hands I sentence you to be lashed no less than thirty times.” I said quietly as his eyes widened in alarm and the Alpha twins nodded, a look of satisfaction on their faces. “I think it’s time you found out just how painful a whipping across your back can feel Father” I concluded, feeling a little morose.

As punishments went, it was certainly justified, but it did little to make me feel better.

“Bitch” he roared “No good, little whore. You think that I’m afraid of a little whipping?” he snarled “That’s nothing. I’ll kill you for this” he hissed.

concept of what a whipping will feel like. Once the first ten have been established, the pain becomes more excruciating. But I digress” I murmur as the twin’s jaws clench at my statement and their eyes begin to blaze in anger.

in here, to begin with? He looked at me

and interrupted him, looking him directly in the eyes. This time, I would not let him interrupt me. I would make him sten. It was my time to speak and speak up 1 did. For the crime of adultery and sleeping with somebody else’s fated mate, that which happens to

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to cover it up, I sentence you…” I trailed off as my father glared and began to spit curse words

he roared, trying to refute my

interrupts, staring at my father with hatred “and I will abide by whatever decision she has come to and support her. I did not trit myself with your punishment, for I

Regan” Xander urged quietly “finish

made it sound so simple, but my heart felt like it was being smped over as I forced myself to

and forbidden to step foot back in this territory ever again unless you want to forfeit your life” I finished, staring at my father, my body trembling slightly

It was done. I had finished

my father, but I couldn’t stomach ordering his execution either. He hadn’t killed my mother, but his actions had led to it. He had betrayed his Alpha. This punishment would indirectly lead to his death unless he learned to survive as a rogue. He would never get to see Isabelle or Heather again. They would feel

at me wildly “What about my stepdaughter?

tightly. “You won’t see them again. Maybe, without your influence, they might

highly doubted it. Isabelle was rotten to the core and Heather only encouraged her daughter’s antics, but there was still hope for the both

needs me” he shouted, and I gave a

Father I told him honestly. “You beat that out of me a long time ago, but I wish you luck on the outside regardless. You’re going to

you, you little bitch” my father screeched, tugging uselessly on the restraints as I stared straight ahead “I’m coming back for you” he snarled, as I glanced up at him, his eyes narrowing on my face “I swear, I’ll come back to get

Alpha Jackson nodded to the guards who began to move in order to obey his instructions.

felt Xander grab my hand and squeeze it, reassuring me. I smiled tightly to myself, even as my body began to still, the trembling beginning to subside. Xavier moved to the other side of me, placing a hand on my shoulder, tingles running down

even as his tone was filled with grief. “But can you hold your composure enough to get through the

well who the other prisoner was and who we were about to face. I had it on good authority that Alpha Jackson had not ventured down here since she had been placed in the cell and down here in this dungeon, I looked at him, taking note of the crease in his smile, the bleakness of his eyes, and the sudden stiffness of his demeanor. Perhaps he should not be asking me that question but asking himself that