Rejecting The Alpha Twins (Regan) novel Chapter 123

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Chapter 123 

Xander POV 

I held the baby in my arms, feeling them tremble. She looked up at me, her eyes so trusting that my heart skipped a beat. So small, so tiny, and vulnerable. For a moment I couldn’t breathe, flooded with awe and amazed at how something so miniscule could survive such a surgical procedure. A nurse quietly took the child from my arms, a warm smile on her lips. Part of me is reluctant to let go of my child but another part of me recognizes that it’s necessary, 

“Let me check her over Alpha Xander and then place her in the nursery. You um” she glanced over her shoulder while Regar and Navier stood quietly beside me. “You have enough to deal with right now. You can see her after you have” she coughed “concluded your business.” 

She whipped the child out of the room as I nodded gravely, understanding what she was hinting at. I had unfinished business to attend to, but it would not take long, I vowed and then I could go back to my daughter, back to holding her and discovering everything that was so amazing about her. A princess, just like what Regan was going to give birth to. Two daughters. I was a lucky man. So why did I feel so broken, so defeated? 

“She’s beautiful Xander” Regan’s voice permeates the silence and refocuses my attention. 

Tears prick my eyes. The moment is bittersweet. Xavier places a hand on my shoulder. “She looks like you” he commented breezily 

I want to laugh. I appreciate that they are trying to make me feel better. I glance at them with gratitude, even though there is nothing but sympathy on Regan’s face as she looks at me. 

“Thank you” I murmur, unable to find the right words to express how I’m truly grateful to them both.. 

Xavier ducks his head. “Xander, you don’t have to be here for this” he glances at our mate “You either Regan. I can do this alone” he murmurs, a look of determination on his face. 

I shake my head, refusing to allow him to do what I am meant to be doing. “No, I want to do this. It’s my way of saying farewell to a chapter in my life and embracing the future. I know it sounds silly” I trailed off, feeling as though there was a huge weight crushing my chest… 

“Not at all” Regan’s voice is barely above a whisper. “I agree completely. I feel the same way” she confesses “just like when Heather passed. Only when I see it happen with my own eyes do I feel like I can breathe freely again.” 

I nod, feeling inexplicably tired. After Regan’s near miss, we had become even more protective of her, refusing to leave her side for days, until she had finally begun to beg us to allow her to return to normal. Security had been increased around Isabelle as though she might magically come out of her coma, but that had proven to be moot. As I looked at the girl, lying still on the hospital bed, her stomach now cut open in order to birth to the child she had been carrying, I couldn’t help but feel a moment of regret. So young and yet her actions had brought her to this. She resembled nothing more than an empty shell right now. An incubator for my child and one that was no longer of any use. It was a sobering thought. 

“Alpha Xander, Alpha Xavier, Luna Regan” the surgeon greeted us all respectfully, bowing his head “I am ready to finish this when you are.” 

Nothing more needed to be said. We all knew the implications, knowing what was about to happen. 

I glanced between my brother and my mate who nodded in agreement. I looked at the girl on the bed and hardened my heart. Never again would my mate be put through pain, torture, or grief because of her. Isabelle Ramona would finally be free but not in a way she could have ever imagined. It was time to let her go. The mother of my child would never get to meet her and part of me 

migh 

was hope for her that shas glad. So long as my child never grew up to hear of her mother’s terrible deeds, perhaps there 

turn out to be different and learn to treat others with the same kindness that she received. 

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Chapter 123 

“Free her doctor,” I said tightly, looking away. 

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He nodded. We watched as one by one; she was unhooked from the machines. The machines were the only thing that allowed her to continue to cling to life. The doctor had sewn up Isabelle’s wound, a kindness granted by Regan who saw no need to further mark her body. We watched the monitor as her heart began to slowly lose its rhythm. I held my breath, but even though the heartbeat slowed, to our shock it did not die. The doctor looked equally perplexed. We had not anticipated that this might happen. We had all been certain that she would have been too weak to be able to recover or recuperate any of her strength. The doctors had been positive she would simply die once they had unhooked her. What the hell was going 

on? 

“Her heartbeat should have stopped on its own by now,” the surgeon said in surprise.