Rejecting The Alpha Twins (Regan) novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88 

Chapter 88 

Xavier POV 

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I stare at my father horrified. I can see the bloodlust on his face, even as he throws Malcolm’s head so nonchalantly into the room, forcing me and Xander into action, both of us moving to stand protectively in front of Regan. I can feel the vial clinking against me, still in my pocket and I struggle with what to do. If I shift, the vial will break, and we will be screwed. Xander was not as strong a fighter as I was though. My fingers slowly crept into my pocket, feeling the glass vial, closing around it as I met Xander’s eyes. The thought of having to fight my father, of having to duel him was filling me with terror. He was the one who had trained us, who had taught us everything we knew. Even if I did beat him, there was every chance we still wouldnt be able to get him to remain still enough to force the contents of the liquid in the vial down his throat. Still, he was leaving us with no choice. I cursed Isabelle and Heather Ramona silently in my mind. When I got my hands on those two bitches….neither of them would be safe against my wrath. 

“Are you both so prepared to die, that you won’t even fight?” my father bellowed, tilting his head. 

I wasn’t afraid to fight him. I was afraid of what I might do to him. I was afraid I might hurt him. Despite everything he had done, including killing Malcolm, he was still our father. We still loved him. We still cared about him. I felt as though I was betraying him by agreeing to fight him but what else could I do? I could hardly refuse. 

I withdrew the vial from my pocket and pressed it into Xander’s hand which had moved behind his back. He gripped it tightly in his hand. I stared at my father and then took a deep breath, feeling resigned. “If you’re so insistent on fighting then fight me,” I said slowly “but not in here, I won’t have my mate hurt. Fight me on the grounds, where we can duel freely without hurting innocent people.” 

At least on the grounds, we would be able to prevent any damage to the pack house or its occupants. 

He grinned in response and then notioned to the window, “After you.” 

I glanced at Xander and then at Regan, wondering if this might be the last time I laid eyes on her. “Keep her safe” I whispered, grateful that the wolfsbane had left my system and that I was now able to reach my wolf. I jumped through the window, feeling the glass cut me as I broke it my body shifting into its wolf form and landing on all four paws, before I turned and saw my father following directly behind me. I saw Xander rush to the broken window, watching us both anxiously. I stared resolutely at my father, knowing I couldn’t afford to get distracted. As long as Regan was safe, that was all that mattered. 

My father’s wolf was larger than mine and far more intimidating. I backed away, slowly circling him, looking for some sort of opening or a sign of vulnerability. I didn’t want to fight my father, but I felt as though I had no choice. Not if I wanted to survive. He lunged towards me, and I only just managed to dodge to the side in time, his claws barely missing my side by mere inches. That was close. He didn’t wait, lunging again and I quickly lashed out, my claws connecting with air as he smoothly leaped over me, landing on his paws. My father was a good fighter, this wasn’t going to be easy. I turned, just in time to feel his tail connect with me, sending me sprawling backward. Shit. That had really hurt. I got back on my feet, growling lowly in my throat. He gave a sinister grin. Was this really the man who had raised me since birth? I could barely recognize him. I ran towards him and leaped, my father, meeting me in mid–air. We began to claw at each other. I felt his claws gash me down the side, while my own struck him across the face. I landed on the ground, feeling the throbbing pain from my wound. I gritted my teeth. Pain was fleeting, I thought, but death was forever. 

My wolf began to speak. I’m trying to heal you as quickly as I can, but the wolfsbane weakened me. This fight can’t go on for too long if you want to survive it. You’re going to have to come up with a way to knock him unconscious if you don’t want to kill him, he added grimly. I know he’s your father, but even I can tell that you’re holding back out of fear of hurting him. You don’t have the luxury of feeling sorry for him right now. You have to treat him like you would treat any other enemy or if you were fighting any other warrior. He’s not your father right now, he growled, do you understand that? 

My wolf was attempting to persuade me to do what was necessary, even if it hurt. He had always been right before and now was the time pay attention. 

I listened to his words. It hurt me to admit it, but my wolf was right. I couldn’t afford to think of him as my father right now. Because he wasn’t if I had to admit it. The man in front of me resembled nothing but a complete stranger. I darted towards 

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