Rejecting the Alpha Twins

Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Xavier POV

“Regan, will you let us in?” I knocked softly on the bedroom do but there was no answer.

Not that I had expected there to be but there was always the fai lingering hope that she might decide to answer me or Xander. I was growing frustrated by her lack of response and feeling helpless as I tried to decide where to go from here.

I tried the door, but as usual, it was locked. I gave a frustrated growl, feeling on edge. Regan had been avoiding us since she had been brought back to the pack house, aligry that we had marked her without consent. We had been trying to give her space, but this was becoming beyond ridiculous. How long was die going to remain there, without speaking to us? We had tried apologizing, but she wasn’t ready to hear it. Who knew if she would ever feel ready or prepared enough to hear it?

“Regan” I shouted again, my voice louder than before.

Frustrated, I slaumed my hand on the door and knocked it off its hinges, with my Alpha strength. My eyes widened and then I moved the door aside and stepped inside, ignoring the chilly glance that Regan shot my way. She was seated on the bed, staring blankly out the window, her gaze directed at the forest that surrounded our property. Her lips were flattened and there was nothing but a bleakness in her eyes. She had looked like that back at the hospital, after the sedation. I put my hands in my pockets, uncertain how to begin now that 1 had made it into her bedroom.

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“Regan,” I said, my tone a lot softer, and she didn’t move from her spot, let alone move her head.

Damnit, this was infuriating. I could feel my jaw twitching as my anger began to rise. She was acting as though what we had done was the end of the world when Xander and I had no choice if we wanted to save her life. I reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, violently shaking her in my frustration. I could hear her teeth chattering together but it didn’t stop me.

“Damnit Regan. You can be angry, you can hate us, but for fuck sake, talk to us. We did this” I motioned to her neck. watching her blink in shock, “to save your life. We didn’t want to see you die” I roared, feeling myself lose control of my temper.

To see her die would have made us want to die along with her. Couldn’t she understand that?

She looked at me and I inhaled sharply at the look of betrayal on her face, mixed in with devastation. “You marked me” she whispered, while I nodded, standing over her, feeling more miserable than I had in my entire life, my wolf devastated by h mate’s continual refusal to talk to us. “You.” She trailed off, her eyes widening as her body suddenly fell to the ground and she brought her knees up in pain

of dread inside

voice was sharp as I bent down, feeling her forehead

had a fever as well. Shit. This was bad. Xander ran in, alerted by my shouts, his foar palpable on his face as Regan groaned, her face contorting into an expression of pain as she clutched at

the hospital” I began to say, when her leg jerked and then broke, eliciting a scream from Regan as

and both of us knelt down, putting our hands on her head, and stroking her hair as we fought to keep her calm. There was very little we

be okay Regan” I whispered, knowing full well how painful the shift could

okay” Xander whispered, as Regan began to whimper, “don’t fight it,

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so close to her. My hand shook slightly as 1 stroked

as we did” Xander murmured beside me.

taken minutes. This was taking

brought the shift on early.

silence, murmuring in our mate’s ear and doing our best to soothe her as she cried out and screamed. It was nerve–wracking. Soon she had almost shifted and Xander and I were forced

crescent moon. The marking on her neck now made sense. She was a white wolf. Such wolves were extraordinarily rare. I remembered Regan’s mother and knew she hadn’t had a white wolf, but such wolves were said to be blessed by the moon goddess themselves and had nothing to do with lineage or bloodline. I swallowed hard, feeling myself overcome with a myriad of emotions, even as Xander slowly and cautiously moved forward, his hand reaching out to touch her.

not forgiven us just yet” he

awed by its presence and its sheer magnificence. No but she’s beautiful,” I said softly, as the wolf sat down on its hind legs, glaring

frowned “If other packs get wind of this,

shrugged. “She’s already claimed” I pointed

pointed out as I stiffened,

on her. Nobody has to know she is a white wolf just yet. We’ll keep her safe and bide our time until Regan forgives us for

she never does?”