Rejecting the Alpha Twins

Fiona POV

“You bitch,” I slapped her across the face, my anger showing as she was dragged back into the pack house, unable to keep it to myself any longer, watching as she sunk down to her knees, Alpha Max walking silently behind her.

Celeste. He’d found her. It had only taken two days. She wasn’t the brightest bulb in the shed. I could feel my anger rising even as my two fathers stood there, neither of them uttering a word. Tears streamed down Celeste’s cheeks. I am unmoved, as are we all. Even my mate merely tightens his lips and looks away, thoroughly disgusted at her.

“I just wanted to leave,” she sobbed pathetically, “why is that so wrong? He made me do it,” she turned and pointed at Alpha Max who scowled at her, “if he had simply left well enough alone, I wouldn’t have had to run,” she screeched, acting as though he was to blame for everything without taking any responsibility for herself at all.

She was the same old Celeste. I felt my lips twitch in fury. I could feel my nails digging into the palms of my hands as I stared at her, wondering what on earth was going inside that mind of hers that she couldn’t see there was something wrong with not just my father’s but us all. Could she not see the pain on our expressions, the grief? Was she really this shallow, this selfish?

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“You didn’t have to run at all,” I countered back, feeling exhausted, with deep circles under my eyes. “You could have simply accepted responsibility for your actions like an adult, Celeste,” I pointed out calmly, even as my heart began to race wildly in my chest.

“Fuck you,” she shrieked back, her eyes narrowing at me. “You’re always acting perfect, Fiona, but we all know that the family doesn’t consider you part of it. What are you still doing here? I want mother,” she continued, glaring at all of us. “Mother won’t let you do this to me,” she continued to cry, like a child who was hearing no for the first time. It was interesting how she hadn’t noticed Regan’s absence or perhaps she thought that Regan was elsewhere when the truth was anything but.

My lip twitched. Even now, Celeste thought she could manipulate us all, turning to Regan to do what she wanted, hoping her mother would intervene once again. She didn’t know, I thought, glancing at a steadfast Alpha Max. He hadn’t told her. None of the pack members had evidently done so, leaving her to find out on her own. She was not well loved in the pack at the moment after they discovered she had fled from the pack during a battle. The entire pack despised her at that moment.

want Mother?” my voice is wooden and my body

badly that I wanted to scream out my anguish, and Celeste merely wanted her so she could use her. I wanted to hurt her in that moment more than I had ever felt like doing

her mother? We all know how much you despise her. I want mother, where is she?” she demanded, looking towards her

an answer.

in. They were in so much pain that they hadn’t even spoken a word yet. But Celeste was oblivious, only interested in saving her own ass again. It hadn’t occurred to her yet why we were all so quiet when

by your actions ever again.

I blamed for my mother’s death. It was all her fault. She could have saved Regan if she had just stayed. It wasn’t rational but I didn’t care. I wanted Celeste to suffer like I was suffering. I wanted her to feel the pain we were all feeling by Regan’s absence.

her. She glanced desperately towards my fathers. “What does she mean by that?” she cried. “Where is

I said quietly as my fathers nodded silently, both on the verge of tears once again.

deal with this. Just like I had been forced to deal with almost everything since the funeral.

her foot. “She can’t just leave like this. It’s not fair,” she added spitefully.

was fighting for their lives,” I said angrily, “and you? You were nowhere to be found,” I

Mother might have been saved if Celeste had simply fought by her side. Instead, we’d been forced to say our final goodbyes at her funeral two days ago, and I hadn’t gotten one good night’s sleep since, so overwhelmed with guilt that I woke up screaming and crying from my nightmares. I blamed myself

couldn’t,” Celeste said, her own voice rising, “and what difference would it have made if I did? It’s not as though

your wolf have to do with it? You’re either a black wolf or a white wolf, both with extraordinary strength. Strength you could have used in the fight,” I said bitterly as my mate put a hand on my shoulder for comfort. “Instead, you only thought about