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.

dead" she breathed, "and once you are, I'm going after your miserable excuses for mates. Why should they get to be fathers while Isabelle lies in that coma?"

I retorted disgusted with

had to" she snapped. "It was the only way I could come back for her and get my revenge. I still care about my daughter" she said, glaring down at me "and I will free

luck with that" I retorted, trying to force the knife away from my face as Heather

her endless threats and constant demands. As it was, I was hoping that somebody

lose the battle. Damnit. My unborn child was at risk. Heather's eyes were already beginning to flash with triumph. I couldn't

will plunge this knife right into your stomach before anybody

my teeth, the knife descending further. Now it was close to my eye. I tried to move my head back, but there was very little room as Heather

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her strength, not without my shifter abilities. "I

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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

were always too arrogant for your own good," I told her, raising the knife up high and bringing it down to

refusing to

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

is ruin things in my life. Things never turn out the way you think they will, do they Heather?" my lips twisted mockingly "and now you've paid the ultimate price for it. 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 on the verge

Why was I crying for the likes of Heather Ramona? Was it simply relief that I was feeling that made 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

not my mother," I told 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 her. You never even compared

its hinges and I stared blankly at Alpha Jackson who promptly stopped in

he'd come here to save me, then he