Rejecting The Alpha Twins (Regan) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 

Regan POV 

1 am in a state of shock. I was completely taken by surprise by what happened in that study hack at the pack house: Frant believe that my father went to such lengths to keep me in this pick, going so far as to demand a legal document from the Alpha and Luna. I can’t swallow my tongue any longer as I stand there fuming, my father walking through the door, with a wide smile of satisfaction on his face. There’s a sparkle in his eyes, a spring in his steps, whereas Heather has already left the house to go do some shopping. 

“How could you I accuse as he shuts the door, my fury rising “How could you do that to me?” I shouted. 

His eyes go cold and darken. “I did what I had to. I told you that you were never leaving this pack, and I meant it” he said with a growl “Now you don’t have a choice.” 

His tone is gloating as he looks me in the eyes, unrepentantly. 

“That was my future” I was beyond reckless as my fury continued to grow. “Now you’ve all but condemned me to become an omega at the packhouse for the rest of my life” I screamed “How can you hate me this much?” 

I was sobbing by now. The thought of being in this pack forever, was breaking me inside. 

“Easily. Because of you, my mate died” he growled, “and as for being an omega at the pack house, it’s the least you deserve. Be thankful they were willing to take you, even pay you for your work” he added. 

1 stared at him, tears trailing down my cheeks “Be thankful” I whispered brokenly “Be thankful for what? Being a slave? Being bullied? Being hated?” I shook my head, feeling bitter. “If you were looking for a way to get your revenge on me, you couldn’t have planned it any better. Nothing I do is ever going to make up for that day, is it?” I demanded, feeling hysterical “Nothing is going to take that pain away? You’re always going to blame me because it’s easier that way. None of you want to remember your own failures,” 

“You shut your damn mouth” he glares at me, making a menacing gesture as I stand there motionless. “You don’t get to speak to me this way. I am your father” he began, drawing his shoulders back and staring at me with a frosty expression. 

“My father?” I give an incredulous laugh “You are not my father. We might share blood” I give him a look filled with disgust and pure hatred “but you are not a father to me. My father died the same day my mother did” I whispered, my heart feeling like it was breaking into a million tiny pieces “and I have never seen that same man again. You are just a stranger to me” 1, told him, unspeakable pain shooting through me, the kind that almost paralyzes you “and Mother would never have wanted you to act this way. She would be devastated to see what you’ve become” I finished, staring at him steadily. 

Silence. I can see his face contorting, as though he’s inwardly struggling with something. I already know instinctively that I’ve gone too far, but part of me is beyond caring. I’m so hurt, so angry, that I’m lashing out. I can see the looks on all their faces, the Alpha, the Luna, the Alpha twins. When Xavier and Xander had signed the paper, agreeing to keep me here, I had felt as though they had betrayed me. All of them. But the twin’s betrayal had hurt the most, which had surprised me. I had almost begged them to show leniency thut been forced to swallow my pride, knowing that it would be futile. Iwondered if they even considered the consequences of their decisions and what it meant for me or if they cared, 

My father’s roar filled the room. “I told you I 

to speak of her. 

“Why?” I was indignant now, my hands clenched into fists as I stared him down, watching as his eyes darkened and narrowed as he continued to regard me, “Because it hurts to talk about her? Or because you know she would be ashamed of how you act towards me?” 

He let out another roar and stalked towards me. I felt apprehensive but forced back my fear, my heart racing loudly in my chest. He grabbed my arm, yanking it roughly as I gave a sharp cry of pain. 

“You think you can disrespect me?” he hissed, dragging me with him, as I whimpered “You should know by now that I won’t tolerate it. None of it he growled “None of it Regan.” 

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Chapter 8 

I said nothing, stumbling down the stairs as he shoved me, landing on my knees. I didn’t even have a chance to get back up. before I felt the whip against my back. Whack. Even through the Jabric, I felt the searing pain I stiffened. 

“Murderer” my father shouted, incensed, the whip striking me again “Just to look at you, fills me with so much rage” he breathed. 

Whack. I fell forward, tears trickling down my face as I openly sobbed. I heard my father’s voice, behind me, filled with rage. “Kneel” 

I hesitated. 

“Kneel” he snapped “of I will add another strike for each time you continue to disobey me.” 

I forced myself back to a kneeling position. The pain was excruciating, I had angered my father to the extent that he was not holding himself back when it came to using the whip, his strength and force formidable. My cries grew louder, my shrieks and even screams flooding the room. I could feel the blood cascading down my back, feel my flesh as it got torn open. When my father eventually stopped, I was only half conscious, barely able to move and my tears long since dried. The only thing I felt now was pain. 

“Never, disrespect me again” my father’s voice is cold and comes from behind me, “or question my actions. You’re lucky that 1 even kept you after what you did” he spat “instead of sending you into the wilderness to die as I initially considered.” 

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