Rejecting The Alpha Twins (Regan) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15 

Xander POV 

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I frowned. Xavier was out of sorts again today. He wouldn’t say why, but it was easy to discern it had something to do with that little bitch Regan again Who else would have put my brother in such a foul mood? He’d actually smashed his fist into the bedroom wall this morning in his anger. Strange. Usually out of the both of us, Xavier was more even–tempered than this. I was the one who tended to have the more volatile mood swings. Even our mother and Father have noticed he is acting differently, although they remain oblivious to the real reason. 

“What do you suppose it is?” My mother was quiet, a thoughtful expression on her face as she turned to look at me, her brow raised in question “Is Xavier having doubts about Isabelle as his chosen mate?” she asks, sounding genuinely concerned. 

I inhaled sharply. My father leaned forward and studied me intently. How was I to tell them that the reason for Xavier’s strange behavior was in fact, another girl, one that was hated by the entire pack? IF I told them he was starting to have feelings towards Regan, they would no doubt lose their minds. Part of me felt a sense of loyalty towards my brother. I didn’t want to betray him, no matter how angry I was. I still thought that he would come to his senses and realize that Isabelle was the one who was meant for both of us and the right Luna for our pack. This thing with Regan was merely some sort of strange fixation of his that would no doubt fade with time. 

“I think he’s just nervous about becoming Alpha” I answered tightly “Both of us feel like we have a lot to prove. 

It wasn’t a lie. I felt the pressure of being a good leader, of not taking the position of Alpha for granted. Even though it was being handed to us, it didn’t mean we shouldn’t have to work hard at it. 

“But you’ve always known you were going to become Alpha’s of the pack” my father looks surprised “and we’ve had your trained hard as a result of that. You are both excellent warriors, both of you are popular in the pack, there shouldn’t be any problems when you eventually take over.” 

He made it sound so simple. As though that was all it took to become an Alpha and to lead the entire pack. I loved my mother and my father dearly, but they were also remarkably obtuse when it came to what real leadership pertained to. I suspected that had a lot to do with Beta Johnathon who seemed to constantly be murmuring in their ears. I didn’t like the man, but I couldn’t put my finger on why. He was close friends with my family, but something about him was just off. Then again. I also disliked his new mate, his wife Heather as well. Perhaps it was just me, I thought nonchalantly, fixing my eyes back on my father. 

“I think that Xavier wants to prove we can be good leaders, despite the training we’ve received. We want to make the both of you proud” I told them. 

“But of course you will” my mother sounded dismayed “How could you possibly disappoint us? You have the perfect chosen mate, you are both the strongest warriors in the pack, highly intelligent, and creative. We are very proud of the both of you.” 

I smiled crookedly. “Thank you, Mother,” I turned “Father.” 

My mother sighed “Let’s just leave Xavier alone for now and see if his attitude improves. Perhaps it is simply nerves or something more. I’m sure that after his party and you have turned eighteen, things will start to improve.” 

My father nods and I recognize that I’m being dismissed. I smile wanly and then bow any head respectfully, leaving the study and quietly beginning to make my way outside. If Xavier isn’t careful, our mother and father will host some sort of intervention in an attempt to get behind why he’s having these sudden bursts of anger. If that happens then even I won’t be able to protect him. 

I sigh, feeling despondent. I would have liked to speak to Isabelle but a glance around the pack house on the main flou. shows she’s nowhere to be seen. As I head out the door and onto the grounds outside, I see other pack members but again no Isabelle. I can’t see Xavier either. I hesitate. I could mind–link him but in the mood he’s in, I doubt that he will be bothered to answer me. I can still sense his anger and his frustration. Sometimes being a twin and having a bond between us is like a double–edged sword. I begin to head further out but something stops me in my tracks and I walk around the pack house, coming to a stop as I spot Regan on the ladder. She looks ashen, I note, watching her trembling violently. Her hand is 

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shaking as she attempts to wash the window and she looks as though she’s about to faint. I hesitate. Part of me shouldn’t care that she’s in this kind of distress. Part of me feels like she deserves it. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t have hesitated to help but her. I shook my head. Regan was a murderer. The reason her mother was dead. If she fell, it’s not like she would die, I inwardly told myself, as I stood there observing, but it would be painful, the voice continued, and recovery would be slow. Still, it shouldn’t faze me. Not with how I personally feel towards her. 

Then I see her swaying. She loses her balance. I see her start to backward. Her long hair flies out behind her as her body begins to drop. Her mouth opens in a bloodcurdling scream. My body reacts instinctively, darting forward so fast I’m almost a blur. I don’t have time to consider how astonishing that is as I put my arms out, instinctively catching her in mid–air and breaking her fall, Whoosh Electricity courses through me. For a moment, all I feel is this pulsating feeling, this undeniable jolt that shocks me to the core as I stand there holding her, my ip tightening as her eyes open and she blinks, her expression one of shock. She’s visibly shaking. I come back to my senses and slowly, reluctantly put her back down on the ground. She stumbles and my hand reaches out, steadying her. She looks overwhelmed. I’m shocked at my own actions. Where was my hatred, my anger towards her? It was like it had all faded the very instant I touched her. 

“Thank you” her voice is barely above a whisper. 

I can see the tears in her eyes. I look back at the ladder and it’s easy to ascertain that she’s afraid of heights. By this stage, we’ve gathered a crowd and mother comes rushing out, a worried expression on her face. 

“What happened?” she addresses me and ignores Regan, which uses a spurt of anger inside me as I swallow it down. 

“She fell,” I said shortly as were afraid of heights?” 

Regan bit her lip and looked down at the ground “Why didn’t you say you I snarled.