Rejecting the Alpha Twins

Chapter 87

Xander POV

I knew that Malcolm would come through for us. There was never any doubt in my mind. I lowered my eyes to rest upon Regan whose breathing had become increasingly steadier over the last hour, her injuries beginning to heal so that her back was no longer as bloody, even though she continued to wear the ripped shirt and clothes from before. She looked almost peaceful while sleeping, her eyes closed, and her head turned to the side. Her small whimpers of pain had ceased, heard even while she was unconscious, and her thrashing had also stopped suddenly. I was glad, kneeling beside her and trailing my fingers along her bare arm, wishing I had managed to escape sooner, that we had both escaped sooner in order to prevent her from feeling such pain.

Then there was the question of what to do with Isabelle. Part of me wanted to kill her for what she had done to Regan, to my mate, but another part of me was torn and felt as though I was being pulled in two different directions. How could I kill the woman who continued to bear, if it was to be believed, my child in her womb? Could I kill that child knowing that I was incidentally its biological father? It had done no wrong but its mother on the other hand was a different story…. I shook my head, confused and wishing that I had an answer that solved all of my problems. Right now, I needed to focus on how we would get the vial to our father, anxiously waiting for Malcolm to mind–link us. If he didn’t, Xavier had stated he was going to leave and I glanced out the window, recognizing that the time would come sooner than anticipated. I didn’t want Xavier to put

himself in danger but at the same time I knew that there was no other choice and that eventually one of us was going to have to do what was necessary if we were to get this pack back under our leadership.

“She’s getting better” Xavier’s voice is low so as not to disturb Regan while she’s continuing to recover.

I nod tightly. “She should never have been whipped let alone hurt in the first place. This is all our fault for failing to protect her.”

It was a mistake that we would not make again. We would never leave her side this time.

Xavier exhaled. “Those who touched her will pay the price. First we get father back” he said gravely.

But was father even capable of turning back into the man he had been before or was he already lost, I thought to myself?

I opened my mouth to answer Xavier but was interrupted by the mind–link as Malcolm’s voice filled my mind, causing my eyes to go cloudy as I began to listen intently.

Alpha’s, something is going on. They have discovered that you are both missing and have already sent the men out to go looking for you. Isabelle is particularly angry to find that Regan is no longer locked up at that post. But there is something strange going on as well…. he added sounding mystified.

Do they know that it was you who helped us? I asked him tersely.

I would rather keep him out of danger if it could be avoided. He had done enough for us already. He didn’t need to die on our behalf. Not when this involved our family.

No. But what concerns me is the lack of care that Heather Ramona appears to be showing, alongside Isabelle. Almost as though they knew this might happen or they have something else up their sleeve. I would have expected them to show more concern or look more panicked he added.

Have you managed to lay eyes on our father? Is he safe? Is he alive? I demanded.

He’s safe and alive but heavily guarded. He seems to be in a daze. Not himself at all Malcolm reported grimly and he seems to be unaware of what is going on, or at least that’s how it appears on the surface.

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We can’t afford to wait anymore. Any longer and father is going to be lost to us and that antidote will no longer work 1 thought to both Xavier and Malcolm, who reluctantly agreed on of us is going to have to risk it. It should be me or Xavier as it was our father who was under the influence of a herb and using all of this trouble. We should be the ones to fix the problem at the source. It was only right. But Malcolm disagreed

Give the vial to me Malcolm suggested Surely, I can find a way to drop it into a drink or something? That way nobody gets suspicious and you can come out of hiding and begin to take back the pack alongside your father who will surely help you.

Come here then Malcolm and we’ll pass it over. I don’t like the idea of you doing it I added glancing at Xavier and raising a brow but it might be our only chance. We can’t move Regan and the mind–link abruptly cut off mid–sentence. I tried to get hold of Malcolm desperately but to no avail. He wasn’t answering I tried again and again, only to be met with silence. Had he put up a block? But why? Was it to keep himself safe or had he been discovered? I felt my chest tighten in fear.

“I can’t reach him either” Xavier’s voice is dark “and I don’t sense a block. Something’s happened” he added moodily “We should have known it was only a matter of time until they got to Malcolm as well.”

“What? He was certain nobody suspected him. Maybe he’s had to cut it off before he was seen” I argued back softly, refusing to believe Xavier.

I didn’t want to lose my friend. He was the only one who had proved to be reliable during this whole thing. Without Malcolm…I didn’t even want to think about how I would feel without him, I was under the assumption he’d been forced to cut off the mind link in order to protect himself and that Xavier was overreacting.

Xavier shakes his head. “We should move,” he said, getting straight up and to his feet.

“You’re being foolish. Nobody knows we’re here” I hissed in denial, but he was shaking his head adamantly. “Malcolm simply had to shut us out, it’s not a big deal.”

Wasn’t it? If Malcolm was in trouble, we would sense it. Or he would have spat that out before something happened.

Surely that was all that had happened? But Xavier looked on the verge of panic as he began to kneel and gently waken a sleeping, Regan. He was careful as he gently began to shake her, not wanting to cause her further pain, aware that she was still healing.

“Regan” he whispered, “we have to move pet. Come on” he urged.

A knock on the door had us turning our heads. Fear swept through me. The only person who knew of our exact location was Malcolm. He was the one who had led us directly here and unless he had divulged that to another party, that had to be him outside the door. Maybe everything was fine and I was just feeling this way because of Xavier I thought trying to push my instincts aside.

I moved to push the furniture aside and free the door, but Xavier gripped my arm and squeezed it tightly in warning. “Are you stupid?” he snarled “I still can’t reach him; his mind is like a blank canvas” he added with a growl.

I tried once more to reach Malcolm and once again there was nothing. But Malcolm’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Let me in. We haven’t got much time. They’re coming. They know I helped you escape, and they want blood. Let me in before it’s too late!” he pleaded “I saved your lives, remember: I can’t mind–link you because they’ve drugged me but It’s me” he urged.

He had saved our lives; we couldn’t turn our backs on him now. We owed him. I glanced at Xavier and saw that he had flattened his lips. A glance at Regan showed she had gone back to sleep. I pushed the furniture aside and prayed I hadn’t made a mistake. Slowly the door creaked open, and Xavier and I took a giant step back. Just in time too.

The sight that met us made my blood curdle and I fought back the urge to vomit. The door barged wide open, causing us both to flinch. Malcolm was on the other side, or at least part of him was. I stared in disbelief at his severed head, held in one

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hand, the blood dripping freshly from his neck. He had only just been killed recently. It explained why his mind–block had been cut off so abruptly. He had been taken unawares. His mouth that had never been heard.

was partly open in A My hands clenched into fists and my nails dug into the palms of my hands as I struggled to contain my anger, knowing that losing control would not do any good right now except to make hyself morrable. Xavier sucked in a breath. Neither

fus had expected to see who was holding Malcolm’s body part his fist, standin

so nonchalantly as though he had done nothing wrong or as though he was enjoying our reaction. For a moment all I could do was stare in shock, before moving protectively in front of Regan in case she woke up, not wanting her to see what we had. I was grateful she hadn’t woken to see such a gruesome sight as it was. I swallowed past the lump in my throat, grieving the loss of a good friend and a man who had proved himself to be loyal until the very end. Malcolm had deserved better than this and from the man he had no doubt respected all his life. The man tossed Malcolm’s head into the room carelessly. It rolled and ended up at the back wall, staring blankly up at the ceiling. The man tilted his head and smiled; his eyes curiously blank.

“Father,” I said, swallowing hard “what have you done?” I asked, staring at him in horror.

He had never taken a life so casually as he had taken one now. What’s worse is that he seemed to have enjoyed it. I felt sick. “Killed one of my enemies” he answered, stepping into the room and looming over us “he was coming to help you kill me and I couldn’t have that” he shook his head, a small smile curving on his lips. “I have to protect my mate” he added, puffing out his chest “and my daughter.”

said, looking up at our father with narrowed eyes “don’t you care about

of to guarantee the safety of my mate and the pack. I have no sons” he added, staring at both of us

at me.

from our father had us both scrambling to move in front of

love. Now” he bellowed “which of

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my pocket, feeling the glass vial, closing around it as I met Xander’s eyes. The thought of having to fight my father, of having to duel him was filling me with terror. He was the one who had trained us, who had taught us everything we knew. Even if I did beat him, there was every chance we still wouldnt be able to get him to remain still enough to force the contents of the liquid in the vial down his throat. Still, he was leaving us with no choice. I cursed Isabelle and Heather Ramona silently in my mind. When I got my hands

prepared to die, that you won’t even fight?” my father bellowed, tilting

done, including killing Malcolm, he was still our father. We still loved him. We still cared about him. I felt as though I was betraying him by agreeing to

into Xander’s hand which had moved behind his back. He gripped it tightly in his hand. I stared at my father and then took a deep breath, feeling resigned. “If you’re so insistent on fighting then fight me,” I said slowly “but not in here, I won’t have my mate hurt.

least on the grounds, we would be able to prevent any damage to the pack house or

response and then notioned to the window, “After

wolfsbane had left my system and that I was now able to reach my wolf. I jumped through the window, feeling the glass cut me as I broke it my body shifting into its wolf form and landing on all four paws, before I turned and saw my father following directly

sort of opening or a sign of vulnerability. I didn’t want to fight my father, but I felt as though I had no choice. Not if I wanted to survive. He lunged towards me, and I only just managed to dodge to the side in time, his claws barely missing my side by mere inches. That was close. He didn’t wait, lunging again and I quickly lashed out, my claws connecting with air as he smoothly leaped over me, landing on his paws. My father was a good fighter, this wasn’t going to be easy.

speak. I’m trying to heal you as quickly as I can, but the wolfsbane weakened me. This fight can’t go on for too long if you want to survive it. You’re going to have to come up with a way to knock him unconscious if you don’t want to kill him, he added grimly. I know he’s your father, but even I can tell that you’re holding back out of fear of hurting him. You don’t

what was necessary, even if it hurt. He had always been right before and now was

him as my father right now. Because he wasn’t if I had to admit it. The man

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nearby tree trunk. I listened to him hit the trunk with a heavy thud before sliding down with a wince. That had to have been painful. Still, he got back on his feet, a determined look on his face. He wasn’t about to give up. That might have hurt, but it had barely made him pause. He moved, darting towards me and I growled, lunging and tackling him to the floor, my

his broken leg, he continued to fight. I felt his jaws clamp around my body and then he flung me into the air, causing me to hit the ground hard. I lay there dazed. He let out a snarl, sounding triumphant. I got back on my feet, glancing back towards the broken window, but there was no longer any sign of Xander watching. Hopefully, he was watching over Regan and making sure that she wasn’t trying to watch the fight. The last thing I wanted was for Regan to panic or attempt to come outside. I put my head down and barrelled towards my Father, hoping this time to take him down. He dodged neatly to the side, able to put weight on his broken leg. Either it was healed, or he was ignoring the pain in order to bring me down instead. I turned and then felt his jaws clamp around my neck. I shook him off, bucking and flailing, and then lashed out, managing to gouge his stomach. It

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and I sucked in a breath, making a strangled sound. Instantly Xander was beside

while I was sleeping, although I knew that the silver on the whip would leave permanent scars, a reminder of what Isabelle had done to me. I felt a little morose at that fact even though I knew it was vain and then I glanced around, my brow creasing as I noticed that somebody was missing. Instantly I wanted to know where he was. I could feel that he was in some sort of danger, some instinct screaming at me to find out his location. I tried to mind–link with him but he had put up

looking Xander directly in the eyes, daring him to lie to me.

tell when he wasn’t speaking

looked away from me, unable to look me in the eyes. He looked as though he was struggling to speak. I instantly grew even more suspicious. “Xander, where is

down at the floor and my heart skipped a beat as I saw the severed head lying on the ground. I let out a startled scream, feeling my heart begin to pound and beat even quicker. It was a grisly sight. Xander quickly stepped

it. It was far too late. That image was going to remain in my mind and haunt me forever. I didn’t need

“Who killed him? It was because he was helping us, wasn’t it?” my voice was shrill,

me? Did he think that by avoiding me I would stop asking questions? He was a

anger beginning to rise as he tried to ignore me.

our father killed Malcolm. He seems to think that we are his enemies. Isabelle and Heather have him convinced that we’re trying

the antidote was even going to work at this rate. Still, it was

even as I tried to scramble off the bed, ignoring my torn and ripped shirt. Right now, I

that I needed to look out that window. There was a reason that Xander kept glancing

said sharply, trying to warn me, but

tears prick the corners of my eyes. No, it couldn’t be. But my heart felt a pang. This was terrible. I should never have fallen unconscious. This was so painful to bear witness to. Father going against son. It was unnatural and it was heartbreaking. Their father was all they had left. I stared at Xander in disbelief. “This is what you were trying to keep from me. Xavier is fighting

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brother’s plight? I felt as though I was about to go insane, unable to believe the choice he had made.

have a choice. It was fight him or let him kill us” Xander snarled. “We had to protect you, Regan. Look at what he did to Malcolm” he motioned, and I felt sickened. “Do you think we were about to let him do

from where I’m standing it looks as though

had been fighting for a while from the looks of it. Neither one of

Xander admitted “but you have to give Xavier a little more time,” he said shrewdly “he’s a fantastic fighter. If anyone can get the advantage over Father,

that he would be weakened enough to take the antidote.

could see the patches of blood on Xavier’s fur. Alpha Jackson had the same wounds on his body. I shook my head and breathed out slowly. I turned to Xander. “Where is the vial?” I asked tightly “Is

then all of this would be for

nodded. “I have it in my pocket” he began “Xavier passed it on to me before he

and then back at Xander, debating what to do. Something began to take hold of me. I knew that the plan was dangerous and, no doubt could involve me dying, but I couldn’t bear to see Xavier fighting against his own father. It was too cruel. I had to help. Xander began to eye

said warningly, “don’t even think it. There’s nothing you can do

growled back in

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for allowing her to not only get her hands on the vial, the antidote but allowing her to put herself in danger like this. I stared blindly out the window, stunned, before I acted, jumping out myself and shifting. Regan was like a woman possessed though, her hair billowing behind her, her eyes focussed on the wolves in front of her, her legs pumping like crazy as she ran directly for them. What was she planning to do? Why wasn’t she running the opposite way? Did she have a plan that we didn’t know about or was she about to do something unbelievably reckless? It wouldn’t surprise me, given all the other stunts she had pulled, but none of them had been as dangerous as this. She was going to die and it was going to be because of me. I should never