Rejecting The Alpha Twins (Regan) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89 

Chapter 89 

Regan POV 

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I stirred, my eyes fluttering open. For a moment, all I could remember was the pain of the whip as it descended on me and I sucked in a breath, making a strangled sound. Instantly Xander was beside me, his tone comforting as he tried to soothe me. “It’s okay Regan, you’re safe now,” he said, but I noticed that his glance continually went towards a broken window, causing me to frown. 

Why was he looking at the window with such a concerned expression on his face? It was as though he wanted to look through it but didn’t dare do it in front of me. This made me feel suspicious. I sat upright, blinking as I no longer felt the pain in my back. Strange. I must have healed while I was sleeping, although I knew that the silver on the whip would leave permanent scars, a reminder of what Isabelle had done to me. I felt a little morose at that fact even though I knew it was vain and then I glanced around, my brow creasing as I noticed that somebody was missing. Instantly I wanted to know where he was. I could feel that he was in some sort of danger, some instinct screaming at me to find out his location. I tried to mind–link with him but he had put up a block, causing me to feel exasperated. 

“Where is Xavier?” I asked tightly, looking Xander directly in the eyes, daring him to lie to me. 

He wasn’t a good liar. Icould tell when he wasn’t speaking the truth. 

Silence. Xander looked away from me, unable to look me in the eyes. He looked as though he was struggling to speak. I instantly grew even more suspicious. “Xander, where is Xavier” I demanded tersely. 

Something was very wrong. I looked down at the floor and my heart skipped a beat as I saw the severed head lying on the ground. I let out a startled scream, feeling my heart begin to pound and beat even quicker. It was a grisly sight. Xander quickly stepped in front of me, preventing me from seeing it. “Don’t look at it” he said grimly. 

Don’t look at it. It was far too late. That image was going to remain in my mind and haunt me forever. I didn’t need to look at it to remember it. I tried not to sob. Poor, poor Malcolm. He didn’t deserve to die like that. 

“That’s Malcolm” I stammered, “Who killed him? It was because he was helping us, wasn’t it?” my voice was shrill, growing louder and more demanding as Xander.continued to avoid my gaze. 

Damnit. Why wouldn’t he look at me? Did he think that by avoiding me I would stop asking questions? He was a fool. 

“Xander” I almost shouted in frustration, my anger beginning to rise as he tried to ignore me. 

He groaned. “Fine, our father killed Malcolm. He seems to think that we are his enemies. Isabelle and Heather have him convinced that we’re trying to kill him.” 

Great. The herb was in full effect. I wondered if the antidote was even going to work at this rate. Still, it was the only hope that we had. 

I raised a brow, even as I tried to scramble off the bed, ignoring my torn and ripped shirt. Right now, I have other priorities. “Where is Xavier?” I glanced towards the broken window and began to stagger towards it. 

Something told me that I needed to look out that window. There was a reason that Xander kept glancing towards it and I was about to find out why. 

“Regan don’t,” Xander said sharply, trying to warn me, but he was far too late. 

I stared dumbfounded at the two black wolves fighting against each other. I recognized Xavier’s black wolf instantly but the other…I shook my head in disbelief, feeling tears prick the corners of my eyes. No, it couldn’t be. But my heart felt a pang. This was terrible. I should never have fallen unconscious. This was so painful to bear witness to. Father going against son. It was unnatural and it was heartbreaking. Their father was all they had left. I stared at Xander in disbelief. “This is what you were trying to keep from me. Xavier is fighting against his own father” I said angrily “and you’re just letting it happen.” 

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What was wrong with him? Why wasn’t he helping his brother? Had he chosen to stay with me, ignoring his brother’s plight? I felt as though I was about to go insane, unable to believe the choice he had made. I would have been fine, but Xavier….Xavier was struggling. He needed help. 

We didn’t have a choice. It was fight him or let him kill us” Xander snarled. “We had to protect you, Regan. Look at what he did to Malcolm” he motioned, and I felt sickened. “Do you think we were about to let him do that to you? Xavier isn’t trying to kill him, merely knock him unconscious” he added as though that made everything alright. 

“How’s that going?” I demanded icily, “Because from where I’m standing it looks as though they are practically even with the fighting.” 

Which meant they had been fighting for a while from the looks of it. Neither one of them looked as though they were about to stop either. 

“Not well” Xander admitted “but you have to give Xavier a little more time,” he said shrewdly “he’s a fantastic fighter. If anyone can get the advantage over Father, it’s him.” 

Advantage would mean hurting their father in such a way that he would be weakened enough to take the antidote. Somehow that was not reassuring. 

I was also watching the fighting closely. Neither one of them out there was winning. I could see the patches of blood on Xavier’s fur. Alpha Jackson had the same wounds on his body. I shook my head and breathed out slowly. I turned to Xander. “Where is the vial?” I asked tightly “Is it safe?” 

If it was broken then all of this would be for naught. 

He nodded. “I have it in my pocket” he began “Xavier passed it on to me before he shifted.” 

So at least the antidote was still there and in one piece. That was something positive to hold onto. Eglanced at the window and then back at Xander, debating what to do. Something began to take hold of me. I knew that the plan was dangerous and, no doubt could involve me dying, but I couldn’t bear to see Xavier fighting against his own father. It was too cruel. I had to help. Xander began to eye me, sensing that I was about to do something reckless. He knew me too well. Sometimes the mate bond was a double–edged sword. 

“Regan,” he said warningly, “don’t even think it. There’s nothing you can do to help Xavier right now except to stay safe.”