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.

lay a

Xander.

kindness and love

Is it true that the child is indeed Xander’s?” he looked at my twin brother

still hated that fact. Isabelle had done something unforgivable in his eyes and Xander was never she

forget what

leaning forward and meeting our father’s eyes. “You are going to execute them both

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

apologetically as she sat stiffly in her chair. “I know it’s not what you want to hear, but if Isabelle’s child is indeed biologically yours as well” he looked at Xander “then that child is also part of

value on continuing their family lineage. It was

Xander’s voice is incredulous as he stares at our father as though hoping that he’s lying.

not suggesting that” my father’s voice is remarkably patient, even

her like an open book. I knew this

to a child of 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

child. Not while she’s pregnant. It’s against pack laws” he reminded

insisting that the baby remain alive? You know that means you can’t

not what you want to hear. But Xander, could you

Regan” he protests, looking at our mate whose blood has

rubbed his forehead, looking tired all of a sudden “or choose to adopt him or her out until they reach legal age. Whatever you decide, I will support you wholeheartedly, but I encourage you to talk about it with your mate” he glanced

for her other hand

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