Rejecting the Alpha Twins

Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Xander POV

白会76%

+13

It took everything I had in me not to fight back. I glared as the warriors dragged Regan with them, my only focus on her and ensuring she was safe. My wolf was filled with rage, but if we fought against our men, we would injure them as well as ourselves. We needed to be smart about this. As they shoved us inside the cell, our hands cuffed in front of us, I knelt beside my mate, helping her to stand, my eyes raking over her form, checking her for any major injuries, my lips flattened in anger. They hadn’t been gentle when they pushed her, showing very little care for her person. That was a mistake.

“Are you okay?” I asked, even as Xavier let out a low growl of frustration from behind me, the door to the cell closing with a sickening clang.

“I’m fine” she whispered, her cheeks burning red, getting to her feet and dusting herself off, wincing as the silver from the cuffs burnt her skin, causing my wolf to continue growling inside my mind, promising vengeance the very second, we were able to get out of here.

Heather Ramona and her bitch daughter would feel the wrath of my fury, there was no doubt about that. Everything they had done would be visited upon them tenfold.

“Traitorous bastards” Xavier shouted out, slamming his hand against the bars of the cell and staring hard at the two who had been left to guard us.

They stared at us stony–faced and almost expressionless. They would be the first to die once we made it out of here, I thought if they attempted to prevent us or resist. I wondered what had happened to Malcolm, hoping he had the sense to lie low once he established something was wrong. He might be the only chance we had of getting out of here alive and that was only if he was truly as loyal as he claimed to be. As much as I trusted him, there was always that tiny doubt in the back of my mind that made me question who I could really trust. Regan hastily pulled back Xavier’s arm, inspecting it and grimacing at the red angry burn marks that were prevalent, our wolves unable to heal them properly while the silver continued to remain on our bodies.

“Xavier, you need to be more careful” she scolded, looking concerned as he scowled at her.

The pain was minimal in comparison to what we were feeling inside. Xavier looked as though he wanted to tear somebody’s head off and I was feeling much the same. We should never have let Heather get the upper hand, let alone allow her to go this far. We should have nipped this in the bud the second we had the chance and worried about the consequences later. At least then, we wouldn’t be in this situation. We only had ourselves to blame.

The guards moved back into the shadows, looking bored. The door to the cell was locked and since it was heavily fortified the chances of us escaping were practically nil. At least not without help. Xavier shot Regan a quick glance, motioning for all of us to gather together in a huddle.

“The vial” he hissed, “did they…” his voice trailed off as he shot a quick glance at Regan, his eyes showing a hint of hope.

She shook her head. “They didn’t get it.” She put a hand to her cleavage and quickly withdrew it, keeping it from being seen, and then hastily put it back between her breasts as we stared, knowing that it was the wrong time to be feeling lust wash over us and still unable to help ourselves. “I hid it before anybody saw it. As long as they don’t strip us” she muttered, “We should be fine. But we can’t exactly conjure it to his mouth and make him drink it either” she said with frustration.

as that would have solved a lot of our problems. Then again, magic appeared to be the source of our problems which was ironic. There was no doubt that a witch had helped Isabelle and Heather to gain control of our pack.

still have a chance” I murmured, looking at Xavier who nodded in agreement. “Without that,” I motioned to the antidote, Xavier having mind–linked me to inform me what

it was doing us much good in this current situation. Regan sighed and then sat down, looking far from comfortable. I sat down beside

1/3

Sat, Jan 11

Chapter 81

囧76%會

+13

think our father is going to declare as our punishment?” I asked Xavier, trying to distract Regan and

regretted asking when realization dawned on me should have kept my mouth shut and protected Regan from knowing what was in store. I was an idiot. Now my mate was going to panic and it was all thanks

know the laws” Xavi Voice is grim. “Trying to kill one’s alpha, especially one that is of blood and kin

all of us know the punishment for

the damage was already done. Regan was now looking hard at the both of us, trying to ascertain what we meant. “What is the punishment?” she asked in concern, still in the dark, even as

eyes at

1. us.

subject but Xavier snorted and I glowered at

glancing apologetically at Regan who was beginning to look worried and

the punishment” her

deserved to know what fate was in store for us if we didn’t escape, but I

looking at her but I forced myself to look into her eyes, vowing that I would make sure we would escape. Either that or I would die protecting her. I would not let Regan die, not so long as I was still alive

in front of the whole pack,” I said quietly and

in a panic. “Your father is going to kill all of us and Isabelle is going to watch it happen. She’s going to swing the axe or whatever” her voice was rising as we tried to shush her, “and Heather Ramona is going to

over my shoulder at the guards who were miraculously

had, or they simply didn’t care. They were older, more mature, and loyal to my father. There would be no persuading them to let us go. I could feel Regan’s body trembling beside me. Xavier moved so, that he was on one side of her, Regan’s hair in front of her face, almost like a curtain

be okay,” Xavier told her, his voice earnest.

Heather’s loyal watchdogs. I cast a warning glance at Xavier but he merely shook his

apprehension. Who was down here with us? Who was looking to make more trouble? A face loomed out of the shadows, a wicked grin

she asked and then looked at a hard

Regan