Rejecting The Alpha Twins (Regan)

Chapter 60

Xavier POV

My fury is palpable as i stare at my father and Heather Ramona, the two of them surrounded by the pack, the elders situated to the side as they watch the ceremony, which is simplistic in nature but enough to satisfy them all. My father had done exactly as he had promised and the elders were happy, as were the pack. I on the other hand was not and neither was Xander.

"1. Alpha Jackson, hereby take Heather Ramona as my chosen me my father's voice is loud enough to carry through the crowd, his eyes barely blinking, before he takes her in his arms od marks her right in front of everyone to see.

I growl while Regan puts a protective hand on my arm, Xander watching with a scowl, his own feelings about this matter blatantly clear. Isabelle is beside her mother, still in the wheelchair, a small smile curving on her lips.

Heather blinks and then straightens up, turning to my father. "I Heather Ramona, hereby take Alpha Jackson as my chosen mate" she declares and proceeds to bite him on the nape of the neck as he stands there, perfectly still, while she licks the wound closed and a matching mark to hers appears on his shoulder. The mark of a black wolf appears, signaling that she is marked to an Alpha and that he has marked his luna or equal partner. I feel sickened.

The minister hands them a knife and they take turns slicing their palms, pressing them together, and mixing their blood for them to be one with the pack and each other, proclaiming them busband and wife, in the traditional way, rather than the modern one. Heather's smile is triumphant, while my father is tight-lipped, the pack cheering loudly in celebration. None of them seem to be aware that this is the result of blackmail from the elders. I continue to glare at them all, wishing that I could kill them, my body shaking as thoughts of violence and revenge continuously flood my mind.

"Xavier" Regan's voice is cautious as the elders shoot me looks filled with daggers, before walking to Heather and my father to offer their congratulations. "You need to calm down" she pleaded "before they take offense and punish you or Xander." "Xavier, no matter how we feel, this was Father's decision" Xander's voice is low, his eyes searching mine as he struggles to get me to understand."We might not agree with it, but we have no right to cause trouble either. Give father the respect he deserves" he urges gruffly, avoiding my eyes

I exhale, feeling on edge, my body feeling tense all over. The elders begin to walk away as do the pack, leaving just me, Xander, Regan, my father, Isabelle, and Heather behind. I feel as though I cannot breathe. I am so furious with how Heather and Isabelle have manipulated the situation that I am afraid I will do something to harm either of them, regardless of Xander and Regan's pleas not to. My hand clenches into fists and I can feel my jaw clenching as Isabelle begins to turn her head towards us. All it will take is one snide comment and I know I'm going to become undone. I'm close to breaking point and Regan can tell. So can Xander

"I can't do

is right now," I said in a strangled tone.

If I didn't get out of here, there was no telling what was going to happen. If my wolf took control or took over...it could spell danger for everybody. Regan grips my hand and then, before anybody can stop her, she drags me into the forest behind her, with Xander right behind the both of us.

We run. She continues to tug at my hand, pulling as i stumble blindly behind her. Her breathing is ragged as she pauses in a clearing, putting her hands on her hips and tilting her head at me. There is a knowing look on her face as she speaks, uttering a simple demand at

me.

"Shift."

I stare at her. She begins to pull her clothes off, causing my eyes to widen in shock, while Xander lets out a low whistle. Of all the things I was expecting, this wasn't it. Regan pulls off her shirt and pauses, looking at me impatiently, and then lets out a small huff. "Shift" she snaps with a low growl of impatience.

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1 blinked and then began to whip my clothes off in a hurry. I can feel my wolf pacing back and forth in my mind, feel his desperate desire to be let loose, to run, to inut, to unleash its anger, and feel its paws against the dark hard dirt of the ground. I drop my clothes carelessly to the floor, Xander doing the same, both of us standing there naked, while Regan looks away, her checks a becoming rosy red. It's almost as though she knows what we need, Regan taking the initiative to turn into her wolf while we do the same. My wolf purrs, swishing its tail and walking over to Regan's white one, nudging her with his head.

Xander butts her from the other side, and she licks his snout, ciking him to give a playful growl. She pushes my shoulder and then before either of us can guess what she's doing, she takes off in a blur, her paws thudding loudly along the forest floor, her head turning to glance over her shoulder, her brightes alight with mischief. My anger begins to fade away. excitement stirring in my breast instead. Xander and my wolf glance at each other, before we take off behind her, easily catching up. We jump over debris, our snouts lifted in the air as we smell the various scents that fill the air. We smell the pine from the trees, the lingering scent of a rabbit that passed through not too long ago, the pinecones that are decaying slowly on the floor. We run, our wolves taking control, easily catching up to Regan's wolf and playfully leaping over her, wrestling and fighting, nipping and licking as she gives back as good as she gets. Our mate leads us on a merry chase, further and further into the woods and our territory. It's almost as though time ceases to exist, and there is just us and our mate, as we begin to relax and forget about everything else.

We pause at the edge of a cliff face and stop in our tracks. We can see the pack house from here. It's beautiful but not as beautiful as our mate is. We sit on our haunches panting, our tongues lolling out of our mouths. My spirits have lifted. It's been so long since I've been on a run, and being with Regan has made it even more incredible. I gently nudge her with my nose, watching as she breathes on me in return, before she does the same for Xander and then lies on her stomach with her head between her paws.

1 shift, turning back to human form. I fondle Regan's wolf, patting her head, scratching behind her ears, and feeling the softness of her fur. She licks the palm of my hand, and I laugh, even as Xander shifts back to human and lightly strokes her back. For a moment, neither of us speak and my hand drops to my side. There's nothing but silence and the sound of our mate's wolf breathing next to us and then the sound of cracking bones as she shifts to her form. She draws her knees up to her chest as we look at her, before we move, putting a protective arm around her shoulders. Both of us avoid looking too closely at her naked form, aware of how much of an impact it would have, even as desire surges through me. Damn. She's gorgeous and I swallow hard, my mouth going dry as I remember with some surprise that she's mine. She declared it, right, to the elders and in front of witnesses, that she was our mate! I feel a sense of possession wash over me.

But Regan isn't finished. She cups my cheek and then kisses me, causing heat to shoot to my groin. Sweet. Her lips are divine. I groan, kissing her back, feeling disappointed as she pulls back, before kissing Xander, while my hand rests at the back of her neck, lightly stroking it. More. I want more: Xander is looking flustered as Regan pulls back and then she shocks us both. Never would I have thought she would ask for what she did.

"I want you to fully claim me," she said, looking us both in the eyes as I blinked, thinking I must have misheard her. "I want you both to mate me."

Mate her? My wolf almost lost control as he heard her and Xander let out a low growl, pushing back her hair as we silently began to communicate with one another. Regan either didn't understand what she was asking for or was underestimating the ramifications of it. It was all I could do to hold myself back, even as my eyes began to hungrily feast on her. While I wasn't averse to mating her, part of me wondered if she had lost her mind, my eyes fixing on her as I began to reach for her, no longer able to keep myself in check. SEND GIFT

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