Rejecting the Alpha Twins

Chapter 177

Fiona POV

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“What do you have to say now?” I fixated my gaze on her, taking note of the sudden panicked expression covering her face.

“You’re lying,” she said dumbly, the blood draining from her face. “You’re lying. My mother is not dead.”

Her body was slumped, however, as though she instinctively knew that I was telling the truth even if she refused to acknowledge it like the spoilt brat she was.

She looked at our fathers for clarification, but they simply bowed their heads and refused to look at her. They, too, blamed Celeste on some level for not being there, if not in the battle, then at least for not being there for the funeral. It had hurt them more than they cared to admit. Spoiling Celeste had now backfired on them. She had grown up to be a selfish, vain individual who didn’t care about anyone but herself, and now they were beginning to see that for themselves.

“No,” she gasped, clutching at a chair and swaying on her feet. “That can’t be it. It’s impossible. Regan would never have lost a battle. There’s no way,” she protested her voice now thick.

Was she now beginning to regret her actions and beginning to see the light? One could only hope, but I had my doubts.

“Impossible?” I narrowed my eyes as I fixated my gaze on her. “You left the scene of a battle, and now you’re surprised to find that your mother is dead. Regan might have been a white wolf, but she wasn’t infallible. None of us are guaranteed to live when we fight on behalf of others. You should know that,” I accused, my breathing growing shallower.

How could she be this obtuse and this stupid? Was it all an act or some form of manipulation to get us to feel sorry for her? It wasn’t working, not even on our fathers, I was pleased to find.

“But she was one of the best fighters I knew,” Celeste protested loudly. “She’s never lost a fight before. She trained every day.”

“Perhaps she was preoccupied with certain matters that prevented her from being able to entirely focus on the fight at hand,” I spat out, reminding her of what had happened right before the rogues began to enter the territory.

been stunned to discover her daughter’s subterfuge. What if that affected her fighting and made her distracted? It

was right in front of her eyes. I shook

big one. But let me

that statement. I just wanted her gone. I wanted Alpha Max to drag her sorry behind

was possible, I would have gone to the ends of the earth to bring back Regan and beg for her forgiveness. There was no way that Celeste could make this right or that I would ever

her directly in the eyes and almost challenging her as he spoke. “You left your mother and us to fight against the rogues and fled the scene. What can possibly

hear. Celeste even looked taken

daughter simmered in his eyes as he glared at Celeste, showing his hostility

us. “Alphas, perhaps I should

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to grieve in private. Now that she is found, I want to take her back

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to my pack and my quiet existence. I wanted her to pay for what she had done, and I could think of no worse punishment than her being dragged away and forced to give birth to her child. It was fitting and no less

at Alpha Max. “I won’t go. Fathers,” she turned back to Xavier and Xander. “I can make this right. I

at her. My other father, Xavier, spoke, his voice hollow

you suggesting?” he asked thickly.

prey to her manipulation again? What

Let me become Alpha as intended. You can grieve, and I can prove to you what kind of leader I can be. Yes, I made a mistake, a grave one,” she bowed her head, pretending to be sad, “but don’t punish me for the rest of my life. Isn’t it enough that I must live with the fact that

ground, and she was proposing to take her mother’s place. I could not believe what I was hearing. It was almost as though she had lost sight of reality. There was no way my fathers would

not waiting for my fathers to respond. “You think you should be rewarded after everything you’ve done?”

put a hand on my shoulder as I began to shake violently. My rage was almost at the brink of exploding. My temper was frayed to the breaking point. I was about to snap her neck if she wasn’t careful, consequences

voice hoarse.