Rejecting The Alpha Twins (Regan) novel Chapter 3

Regan POV

I felt betrayed as I got up the next day, making my way woodenly down to the kitchen, only to be greeted by the scowl on my father’s face. Great. I sensed that something even worse than yesterday was about to happen, although I couldn't imagine things getting any worse than they already were.

“You’re coming with me to the training grounds today” he snarled without hesitation.

The hell I was. “I can’t fight remember. I’m puny and weak” I repeated sarcastically.

Whomp. I barely ducked the fist coming towards me in time. In fact, I was surprised to have dodged it at all. Even my father looked slightly impressed, even as he tried not to show it.

“You’re almost eighteen, you can train with everyone else today, I want to see if you have any Beta blood flowing through your veins” he snapped. “Do not test me. Next time you won’t dodge so easily” he threatened.

I reluctantly followed him out to the grounds, wondering idly where Isabelle was and feeling particularly hard done by that she didn’t have to come as well. I felt apprehensive, looking towards the small group of pack members that were cloistered together at the training ring, Xavier and Xander were amongst them, preparing to fight and hone their skills. As Alphas they needed to know how to fight and protect the pack that they would become leaders of.

“Today we’re going to train in our human forms, seeing as not all of us have received our wolves just yet” my father growled, striding into the middle of everyone and pointedly looking at the twins and myself as I flushed. “It’s important that you can defend yourself in case you, for some reason are unable to shift into your wolf form, whether it’s because you are severely injured, or you have been dosed with wolfsbane. It’s an important lesson to learn. I want you to split up into groups” he began and pointed at Xander and Xavier. “Naturally you two will face off against each other. Regan, fight against Tiffany here” he added with a drawl, walking off before I could offer any objections.

I looked uncertainly at Tiffany. She was one of Isabelle’s friends and I could already see her sizing me up. We moved over to a corner of the ring, Tiffany’s mouth was already beginning to curve into a vicious smile. I swallowed hard. I looked over my shoulder but could see that everybody had already begun to spar, the twins going full throttle at each other, so fast they were almost blurs. It was impressive. My hands went clammy as I looked back at Tiffany, knowing I was about to get my ass given to me on a silver platter.

“You have no chance” Tiffany giggled and flipped her hair over her head, before slowly adopting a defensive position. “Why don’t you show me what you’ve got?” she challenged, smirking, certain that I was no match for her.

I slowly shook my head and then was forced to move as Tiffany began to launch her attack, catching me by surprise, her fist landing squarely in my stomach as I gave a strangled sound, followed by her knee kicking me hard in the face. I dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes as she danced backward, her eyes dancing.

“This is going to be even easier than I thought” she crowed, laughing out loud. “You’re so weak it’s almost pitiful” she declared, her eyes dancing.

Pitiful. The word echoed in my mind. Even Tiffany, an average fighter at best, found me pitiful. I could already see the disappointment and pure contempt on my father’s face as I slowly climbed back to my feet, wiping my swollen lip and wincing from the pain. I knew the basic fighting positions, but my father hadn’t prepared me for this kind of fighting. Probably because he didn't want me capable of defending myself against this kind of treatment. I wondered if this was a lesson or a way for him to manipulate me into agreeing to become Isabelle’s omega without continuing to argue about it.

“Are you ready for more?” Tiffany hissed, her fists up as she bounced on her feet, rocking back and forth.

I bit the inside of my lip and put my own fists up. I could see several groups had halted their sparring to stare at me and Tiffany, no doubt so they could point and laugh together. Even the twins were glancing over in interest. I was going to look like an idiot, I thought, closing my eyes for a moment and then reopening them, but there was nothing I could do about it, except do my best and hope that Tiffany didn't beat me too severely.

“I’m going to enjoy this;” Tiffany pursed her lips at me and then moved.

Anger coursed through me. Something instinctual took over. I shocked everyone by dodging her next few punches, my head and body moving to the side in graceful movements. I saw Tiffany’s eyes widen in shock, even as she renewed her efforts. I threw out a punch of my own and watched stunned, as though it was happening in slow motion, as it connected with Tiffany’s nose, a sickening cracking noise sounding as blood spurted everywhere. I listened to the sound she made as she howled in pain and staggered backwards, clutching her nose in shock..