Rejecting the Alpha Twins

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Xavier POV

My father was back to his normal self. Regan’s rash act had paid off and the antidote had worked its magic. As my father strode through the packhouse, I could see how cloudy his eyes were and knew that he was mind–linking the entire pack in his search for Isabelle and Heather. We walked behind him, Regan slowly because of her broken ribs. I kept a careful eye on her, steadying her with my arm but she seemed to be okay, albeit in a slight amount of pain. I couldn’t even begin to fathom what had made her take such a daring risk, but part of me was eternally grateful to her. Because of her, we had my father back. We hadn’t been too late after all.

“Where are they” my father bellowed, stomping through the pack house, his voice so loud that it carried all the way through, stopping omegas and pack members in their tracks.

For a man who had just recovered from the effects of what I considered to be a poison, he seen be in remarkably good health. One of the omegas stopped us, handing us all clothes to put on. We thanked them, don nem on autopilot, while my father stared around intently. So far there had been no signs of either Heather or Isabelle Ramona.I doubted they would be brave enough to show their faces with the mood our father was in though. They would be fools to do so. Several warriors began to crowd the front foyer, their heads bowed respectfully as they began to address my father.

“Alpha Jackson, we have combed the nearby grounds and there is no sign of either of the women” one reported sounding slightly panicked.

My father looked on the verge of exploding at his men. “Then expand the search through the forest and this pack house. I want every room turned upside down, every cave in the forest explored, every dam tree shaken down if it comes to it” he bellowed. “Neither of those traitors get to escape, do you hear me?”

The warriors winced and then nodded in agreement. None of them were about to argue with my father. On the contrary, several looked relieved to see that he was acting like the old Alpha Jackson they all knew. I watched as they began to peel off in teams, several heading upstairs to start checking every room and level in the pack house while the others supposedly began to head to the forest to do as my father had instructed.

My father’s nostrils were flaring with rage as he turned to look at all of us. “In the study, now” he shot out.

We didn’t dare object or protest. We followed him into the room, and he kicked the door shut behind us, motioning for us to take a seat. We sat, watching as he ran a hand through his hair in exasperation, muttering under his breath. We couldn’t hear him, but perhaps that was a good thing, I thought, knowing that it must have been cursing or some other damning words.

“Regan” he looked towards her, his brow creasing, “I sincerely apologize for hurting you,” he said, a look of concern on his face.

“It’s okay Alpha Jackson you weren’t yourself,” she said quietly but my father’s eyes remained pained.

can’t even begin to describe how ashamed I feel that I tried to hurt you. The guilt I feel is overwhelming and killing me inside. I would never lay a hand on either of you in normal circumstances, I want you two to believe that” he said grimly, looking at

nodded as did Xander. “We know father.”

kindness and love for us. We would never hold something

have the situation to discuss regarding Isabelle’s child. Is it true that the child is indeed Xander’s?”

unforgivable in his

to forget what

shot out, leaning forward and meeting our father’s eyes. “You are going to execute

already was. Evidently, Xander had forgotten about pack laws or maybe he was hoping that father would make an

but if Isabelle’s child

Shifters placed a lot of value on continuing their family lineage. It was just as sacred as our mate bond in some aspects.

at our father as though hoping that he’s lying. “She just gets to walk

my father’s voice is remarkably patient, even as I sympathize with Xander and glance at our

nothing I can still read her like an open book. I

one of ours, instead of Regan being pregnant instead is making her look devastated. I take hold of her hand while my father clears his throat, trying to explain to

pregnant. It’s against pack laws” he reminded us regretfully. He

not consent?” ander repeated, his tone turning dark. “You’re insisting that the baby remain alive? You know that means you can’t

well what I’m saying,” our father said, putting both his hands palms up on the desk, “and I know it’s not what you want to hear. But Xander, could you live with yourself knowing that you’ve killed

looking at our mate whose blood has

agrees “and entirely unfair to Regan. But you’re going to have to make a decision in regard to the child eventually. Whether you keep it” he rubbed his forehead, looking tired all of a sudden “or choose to adopt

unshed tears. Xander reached for her other hand and squeezed tightly. “Regan” his voice is

even more miserable. “We can discuss it later when Heather and Isabelle