Rejecting the Alpha Twins

Chapter 122

Regan POV

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Heather's smile was chilling. I swallowed hard, backing into the dresser and wincing. "Heather" I tried, and she snapped.

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"Don't call me that" she screamed as I flinched. "You are nothing to me, nothing do you hear me? You killed my Isabelle; you killed your own father. All I want right now is my revenge. Die, knowing that I never had any maternal or loving feelings towards you" she spat out, moving towards me threateningly.

I almost laughed. As if she had said something out of the ordinary. Heather Ramona was the most unloving and cold mother anybody could have asked for. I wasn't about to refute her claims or deny them. She had only ever had eyes for her precious Isabelle.

Shit. I had nothing to use as a weapon. This was a nursery, not a goddamn armory. I glanced at her and saw her hand beginning to move to the pocket in the front of her dress, slowly withdrawing a large knife with a silver blade. Silver. It would not only harm me, but the baby as well if she managed to stab me with it. I moved, dodging to the side and Heather gave a chuckle. Her eyes continued to watch my every move, her lips downturned. This was a game to her, only the consequences of losing were fatal.

"Do you think you can escape me this time Regan?" she asked, her eyes glistening with humor. "I know it will be too late for your mates to save you. Who do you think fed them that false information and gave them a lead about where I supposedly was?" she smirked. "All it took was enough money and one very stupid man and voila. Your mates went on a stupid wild goose chase" she hissed. "Not very bright are they Regan?" she taunted.

I remained silent. She lunged towards me and I reached up, grabbing her arm as she tried to bring it down threateningly, knife in hand. I kicked her in the leg and she gave a cry, refusing to let go of the knife, her hand firmly gripping it.

"I won't let you kill my baby" I whispered, my voice breaking.

She kicked me in the leg, forcing me to a kneeling position and giving her the upper hand as I continued to wrestle with her.

is as good as dead" she breathed, "and once you are, I'm going after your miserable excuses for mates. Why should they get

retorted disgusted with

come back for her and get my revenge. I still care

force the knife away from my face as

had no time for her endless threats and constant demands. As it was, I was hoping that somebody would come looking for

inches from my face now. I was starting to lose the battle. Damnit. My unborn child was at risk. Heather's eyes were already beginning to flash with triumph. I couldn't afford to move let alone give an inch.

will plunge this knife right into your stomach before

it was close to my eye. I tried to move my head back, but there was very

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whispered as I gave a groan and looked up at her with tears in my eyes. Pregnant, I was no match for her strength, not without my shifter abilities. "I hope I remember

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hitting her kneecap of all things, and making her stagger slightly backward. I got back to my feet and stepped back, crashing into the dresser again. This time my hand reached out and grabbed the vase of flowers resting on top of it. Without thinking, I threw it at Heather's head, causing her to put her hands up as she tried to defend herself from being hit. I didn't hesitate. I tackled her, using my momentum to plunge the hand she held the knife in, directly towards her stomach, the blade going in smoothly as her mouth went slack in surprise. I grabbed it and pulled it out, breathing heavily as she blinked up at me, shocked. I spared her no sympathy. I wanted this to end. I wanted this to finally finish. Heather had started this, but I would be the one to end it,

always too arrogant for your own good," I told her, raising the knife up

with amazing accuracy. I stared her dead in the eyes, refusing to look away. I saw the light begin to leave her

a strangled sound, her body jerking for a moment and then stilling. I wiped the blood away from my eyes, my whole body shaking and wearily stood up. I glanced down at Heather's body, lying still on the floor. The nursery was covered in blood. The plush toys, the furniture, all of it. All of Xavier's and Xander's hard work had been undone. I shook my head, feeling frustrated and angry at the same

You couldn't save Isabelle, and you couldn't save yourself. Was it worth it?" I asked, feeling exhausted and drained. "All this?" I gestured at the room and towards her, feeling

me this way? Was it because I knew that she would no longer be able to torture me? I no longer had to wonder if she would turn up at the most inconvenient of times. My child would not have to fear

her, staring down at the still body. "You never were and you will never be. My mother will always be in my heart and I will always remember

the door burst off its hinges and I stared blankly at

he'd come here to save me, then he was too