Rejecting The Alpha Twins (Regan) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

The flickering of the flames, the moonlight in the sky, the look of devastation on the pack members‘ faces, and the grim expression on my father’s face as he stood there, facing the pack would remain with me forever.

It wasn’t the first time we had lost a pack member but the circumstances were what made so memorable. Not to mention the fact that it was a good friend of ours.

voice is grave “Malcol

“We are here today to witness the loss of a pack member as he is taken by the moon goddess into the afterlife” my father’s was a brave young inan whose skills as a warrior set him apart and whose intelligence only made him an invaluable asset to our pack.

He was taken from us much too soon and I can only express my regret that his life was not taken in battle, nor was it taken defending the pack but taken by me as I was under the influence of a herb that made me susceptible to suggestions and dangerous, given to me by Isabelle and Heather Ramona.

No amount of words I can say will ever make up for what I have done.”

Silence. Malcolm’s parents are openly sobbing and making no attempt to hide it. While they claim not to blame my father, they can’t help but feel some resentment for the loss of their son which is understandable.

By now the pack is aware of what occurred and is sympathetic towards their Alpha while also feeling tragic for Malcolm and his family. My father bows his head, a look of despair crossing his face.

“I don’t ask for forgiveness but merely that you say your last goodbyes to a man who will be sorely missed and who gave everything he had to prove his loyalty to the men he thought mattered the most, Xavier and Xander Dominjon, the Alphas he wished to serve.”

something The pack turned and looked at the both of us. I cleared my throat knowing that it was expected that we each say in his memory. “Malcolm was a loyal friend, brave to the end, and deserving of being our Beta,” my voice choked slightly.

“His death is solely placed on those who have caused it. Isabelle and Heather Ramona will be found” I glanced around the pack, taking in the miserable expressions, wincing as the sobbing grew louder from Malcolm’s parents, “and we will seek justice for him. I am sorry for your loss, but know that he was courageous and someone to be proud of” I told them softly as they nodded, tears trailing down their cheeks.

Malcolm had been a son they could be proud of. He was also a single child and there would now be nobody to carry on the family line, causing further anguish for his parents. I gritted my teeth, feeling anger rising inside of me and the urge to lash out, but knowing that it was highly inappropriate at this moment to do so.

Regan is silently sobbing, her hand to her mouth. Xander clears his throat, looking as though he’s on the verge of losing his self–control. “I admired Malcolm for being such a good friend, for having the courage to stand up for what he believed in, and for remaining loyal, not just to us, but to our father the Alpha. He will be sorely missed, and I hope that the moon goddess grants him a next life, worthy of such a great man” he blurted out, his voice cracking at the end.

We were all struggling to maintain our composure. As it was Regan’s touch was doing a lot to keep us calm and grounded. Otherwise, who knew what we would have done or acted?

“May the moon goddess watch over you and guide you into a peaceful afterlife” Regan whispers, her voice shaking from raw emotion.

“Thank you for your kind words” Malcolm’s mother manages to say, before weeping profusely and burying her head in her husband’s shoulders.

Kind words could never make up for what they were going through. My father continued to look ashamed, his guilt overwhelming. No amount of protesting this wasn’t his fault was getting through to him. He continued to blame himself. As though he’d had some choice in the matter.

“Please, those that would like to, step up to the pyre and bid farewell to Malcolm for the last time” my father’s voice is loud, his eyes glancing around the pack, a look of expectancy on his face.

This is a ritual, a tradition and I know that everybody here will want to bid goodbye to Malcolm

His parents are the first to go up. As the flames continue to burst, I see his mother throw a rose into the pyre and say something, followed by her husband. One by one, pack members proceed to do the same. My father stands steadfast, his expression stoic.

“It’s not enough” she whispered, sniffling. “Malcolm always thought he would die against a rogue agack or defending you guys. They,” She looked up at me and there was anger in her eyes, “they caused this. It’s not fair” she sobbed.

“I know” I whispered, feeling a lump in my throat “I know, and I can’t make it better Regan. I can’t bring him back.”