Rejecting the Alpha Twins

Chapter 53

Regan POV

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I adjust the simple strand of pearls around my neck, eyeing mysif in the mirror, a small smile curved on my lips. My dress is simple, a plain white strapless that gathers tightly around the bodice, before flowing down to my knees. It makes my glow and my eyes pop. I have flats on, too cowardly to wear her outside, fearful that I might fall or trip and my hair is loose, cascading down my hack. My makeup is subtle, giving me rusy–cheeked look, my eyes sparkling with exciternent. This is the first time I can ever remember in a long time since my mother died, that I’ve celebrated my birthday, and being that it’s my eighteenth, it’s monumental. It’s a special day for me

The door swings open sofily and the Alpha twins step into the room, adjusting their shirt collars. As they see me, they halt in their tracks. Xavier’s expression is comical, his mouth dropping wide open, while Xander is more composed, letting out a low whistle as he eyes me up and down, as though I’in something he would like to eat. I blush, as they gather their composure, wide smiles on their faces as they move closer, Xavier putting his hand on my bare shoulder, causing me to shiver, while Xander cups my check, peering into my eyes.

“You look gorgeous Regan” Xander murmurs and then leans in and kisses me swiftly on the lips before I can utter a word, taking me by surprise and causing me to feel butterflies in my stomach.

“Stunning” Xavier agrees huskily, turning my head and kissing me, causing me to blink, my body tingling with delightful sensations as I struggle to hide my growing attraction to them.

The more time I spend with them, the more I start to feel as though I can’t get enough of them which just makes me feel even more confused and lost.

Damnit. I felt as though I was floating on air and I hadn’t even seen the decorations outside yet.

“We got something for you, Xavier says smoothly, digging into the pocket of his black trousers and withdrawing a tiny black box wrapped with a white bow.

Touched, I take hold of it, delicately unwrapping the ribbon and then carefully sliding the box open, my eyes widening as I see…. a key.

I’m somewhat bemused as I look down

myself intrigued as I glance up at the twins with at questioning look on my face. I want to know what this key is for or what

don’t we show you what that’s for”

both of their faces. I can hear the sound of music playing in the distance and smile to myself, even as the boys take me to the garage that is attached to the side of the pack house, causing me to inhale sharply and glance at them. Both

center of the garage, which is mainly filled with their cars, and their father’s, Xander looks at me with a glint in his eyes and a smug expression on his face.

says, and I look at

plain black, discreet, but it’s also my first car ever. My eyes widen in shock. “We wanted you to have something to learn to drive in and that

didn’t care what type it was it was driveable and they were talking

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could have got me anything but instead, they had chosen to give me something that represented freedom in a way. They were giving me the means to be able to leave the pack on my own. I flung my arms around them, causing

tightly in my hand. “I can’t believe you got me a car. It’s perfect, it’s wonderful, oh my god” I squealed, while Xander and Xavier laughed “I can’t wait to take it for a spin. What do you say we… I trailed off as the boys resolutely stook

lessons” Xander shuddered dramatically. want to live” he jokes

black box from his pocket

I look at both of them and see they are studying the box intently. Giving Xavier the key which he hangs up in the garage for me to grab later, I turn to the box and delicately unwrap the ribbon which is pink this time. I open the box and suck in a breath. A locket. White gold, the locket is shaped like a heart, with purple stones across the outside of it in a swirl–like pattern. I carefully open the locket and see a picture of none other than my mother inside. The dam bursts open and tears begin to flood down toy checks as I hold the locket to my chest, sobbing. They couldn’t have given me a better present if they tried. It was a picture of my mother not long after she had married my father. The boys looked at each other

didn’t mean to make you cry” he murmured.,