Rejecting The Alpha Twins (Regan)

Regan POV

If I have to do one more thing for Isabelle, I may just strangle her with my bare hands, regardless of the consequences. She preens in front of the mirror, her long hair now upswept into an elegant updo, her eyes enhanced by her eyeliner, her dress. clinging to her frame and showing off her generous cleavage. Ace way to put, that it leaves nothing to the imagination whatsoever. Her dress is a vibrant red, strapless, tight at the bodice and then flowing down to the ankles, a long dit down the side. I thought she was wearing a different dress but who knows, Isabelle changes her mind so often that it's impossible to tell what she's wearing one day to the next. She's dressed to make sure she makes a statement at the party, that's for sure. Nobody is going to be able to look past her in this dress. But thats the point, isn't it? She's making sure no other girl outshines her tonight.

She smiles at herself in the mirror, touching the small delicate locket she's wearing. A gift from the twins if I remember correctly, for one of her other birthdays. "I look like a Luna" she sighs.

She looked like a harlot, I thought uncharitably, a little annoyed by how long I had been kept, serving at her beck and call for hours on end. I fought to keep my thoughts to myself though as she glanced at me, a smirk on her face. I was grateful she wasn't able to read minds because mine was not thinking favorably of her at that moment.

"I bet you wish you were going to the birthday party" she sneered, trying to provoke me.

To be honest, I was glad I wasn't going. I didn't need the looks of disgust and resentment aimed my way or the malicious gossip that would be bound to follow. Isabelle would never understand that, however. She lived for these kinds of things. "I hope you

have a good time tonight," I told her between gritted teeth and smiling insincerely at her in response. She looked taken aback by my answer. To my relief, we both heard Heather calling her downstairs Looks like it's time to go. See you later loser" she smirked, flouncing out of the bedroom.

Thank you, moon goddess. I tiptoed down the stairs and watched as Heather and Isabelle walked out to a waiting limousine. My father must have been waiting for them at the party already, which meant that I was alone, once again. I silently celebrated. My stomach growled and as the door closed, I took the opportunity to slip into the kitchen and grab something small and easy to eat A protein bar and some coffee and I was golden. It was more than enough to sustain me, as I was used to not eating much. I wasn't going to waste this opportunity, certain that it would be a long time until I was alone again in

head. this house by myself, deciding to slip out and speak to my mother. I put on a large hoodie, slipping it over covering my face, and began to make tracks, aware of how eericit seemed with hardly any pack members outside due to the party. It was a little unnerving as I made my way deeper into the forest, but I remained calm, reminding myself that this would be a lost opportunity if I didn't go.

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Her cross shone in the darkness, beneath the moonlight. I glanced around and then pulled my hood back, revealing my hair which cascaded down my shoulders loosely, I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of the soft breeze in the air, the stillness, the peace, and the serenity. I touched her resting place, feeling lost. Sometimes just being here, was enough to cause me to become lost in my memories.

"Hello Mother" I whispered between shaking lips.

Oh, what I wouldn't do to hear a reply, or to hear her voice again, once more. I force a laugh "Isabelle has gone to the twin's eighteenth birthday party, so I thought that I would come and speak to you" I told her, prepared to sit down and get comfortable, assured that nobody would find me here. Everybody would be busy with the party. It was inconceivable to think that anybody would be all the way out here when they could be having fun with the pack and celebrating with the twins. So, I was stunned to hear the sound of running footsteps behind me, causing me to whirl around in a panic. I knew that if I was found here I would be in trouble, but I didn't have a chance to take off running. The person was on me in seconds, rushing through the clearing and growling furiously as I flinched in fear. I was a goner for sure. "Mate."

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My heart stopped and for a moment I couldn't breathe. No, no.

This couldn't be happening. They had to be mistaken. That voice. I raised my head slowly, taking in the disheveled her, the wild look in their eyes, the heaving of their chest as they stareil at me, disbelief in my eyes. Not them. It couldn't be wanted to cry as I took in who had said it, who was eyeing me now as though I was the only woman he had ever seen. Why had the moon goddess seen fit to grant me him, them as my mates? Was this another punishment for what I had done! I fought back tears, knowing that the rejection was inevitable and trying to steel myself for it.

"You are mistaken," I told him, as he stepped closer to me, sniffing.

More footsteps and his twin came crashing through. Great, now had Xander and Xavier both-standing there, sniffing me and staring at me with wide eyes.

"Mate" Xander growled.

Their expressions were identical. They pressed closer and I took step backwards in fear.

"No" I whispered, and see the forlorn look in their eyes, the sadness on their faces.

I didn't understand. What were they thinking?

Were they upset that I was trying to deny it? Had they forgotten about their chosen mate? About Isabelle? How could they think that I would accept this? After everything they had put me through? I was not going to let them perform yet another sick prank on me. That's all this was, I was certain of it. But a small voice inside of me insisted this was no prank. The twins looked too desperate for it not to be real.

"I am not your mate" I cried, holding my hands up when they looked about to rush me, backing away slowly as they watched me intently.

"You are" Xavier answered, his eyes darkening I can smell your scent. You smell like cinnamon and brown sugar" he moaned, as Xander nodded in agreement "I just want to touch you" he growled.

Brown sugar and cinnamon? I licked my lips, staring between them helplessly. Even if I ran, they would catch me in seconds. I had to make them see how impossible this was. I had to remind them what was at stake. I was already hated by the pack. Despised. If I was the reason that Isabelle didn't become Luna.. that would be nothing in comparison to what the pack would have in store for me.

they try to shake their heads in denial "I can't be your mate" I try to sound firm "Isabelle is your mate, I tell them both as they "You chose her remember? You and your parents. You don't want me. Neither of you" my tone is slightly bitter by now "Ta nothing but an embarrassment to the pack, the reason for my mother's death" I nod towards her gravestone, tears in my eyes "You need to do the right thing and reject me."

Sharp inhalations. They look as though I've said something hurtful. I brace myself, preparing for the inevitable, but they don't say the words I'm expecting to hear. I blink. I don't understand. They can't possibly be thinking of taking me as their Luna. It's inconceivable. Nobody would accept it. Not to mention that I don't think I want to, not after all the pranks they've pulled and the number of times they have physically harmed me. My mouth opens of its own accord. Screw it. If they won't- do it then I will!

"If you won't reject me then I'll reject you. I Regan Lourdes of the Blood Moon Pack Reject Xavier and Xander Dominion of the Blood Moon Pack as my mates!"noveldrama

A strangled sound from both of them. I don't wait around to hear what they have to say or to hear them accept it. I turn and run, blindly, staggering away from them with tears trailing down my cheeks. I've done the right thing, but why does my heart feel like it's breaking into tiny pieces?