Rejecting The Alpha Twins (Regan)

Chapter 54 Xavier POV

As we walk onto the grounds, Regan's eyes are lit with wonder, taking in the fairy lights, the large bonfire, the tables and chairs, and the refreshments and food. Pack members are everywhere socializing; some are dancing with each other, while others eat and drink. The omegas are walking around, and 1 quickly grab two glasses of champagne, one for me and one for her, while Xander grabs one for himself. I hand Regan a glass she screws up her nose, looking down at the glass doubtfully. I remember that she hadn't had champagne before, let alone alcohol, and gave a small smile to myself.

"Try it I urged, and she willingly parted her luscious pink lips, sipping delicately at the liquid and letting it trickle down her

throat.

1 gulped at the seductive picture she made, willing my lower body not to react as I watched.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at me and Xander with a wide smile, "It's fruity," she exclaimed.

"We figured you were more of the sweet kind" I teased, and she grinned, taking another sip and looking around, her eyes appreciative and her excitement continuing to grow.

"It's so beautiful" she whispers, glancing around everywhere.

"May I have this dance?" I asked her, giving a small bow as she giggled and Xander glared at me, causing Regan to study us both thoughtfully, her eyes twinkling as she considered what to do.

"You both may have this dance she corrects us with a grin, as Xander puts hers and his glass aside and I put mine down ona nearby table.

We move a little closer to the bonfire, putting our hands on her waist, my body pressing up against the front of her, Xanders, against the back, wedging her between the both of us. It's insting, putting our mate in the middle, protecting her while also being possessive at the same time.

God, she smells so good. My mouth is salivating while my wolf growling and groaning inside of my mind. Just being near Regan is enough to make my wolf feel like it's going insane. My hand moves up and down her ribs, lightly stroking them. causing her to suck in a breath, while I can see Xander touching her hips and the small of her back with his hands. I nibble on one earlobe, causing her to moan and Xander begins to kiss the nape of her neck, causing Regan to fling her head back slightly, granting us easier access as our hands roam over her body, our desire for her surging to the surface, along with our wolves. It's the first time she's let us touch her so freely and we are cautious, not wanting to take too much advantage, but enjoying the feel of our mate and the trust she's showing in the both of us. I meet Xander's eyes, knowing he feels the same way. I grab her chin and kiss her lips, moving my hand to pull her body in against me before moving back slightly, Xander pulling her so that she turns her head to the side before he claims her lip as well in a possessive manner. She writhes against us, making me hard. I inwardly groan, my eyes feasting hungrily on my mate. I want to do so much more to her, but I'm also very aware of the crowd that is watching intently from the sidelines as we make certain everybody knows that Regan is ours without having to say it in words

She looks divine in the white dress she's wearing. Her breasts are like perfect circular orbs, straining against the fabric and begging to be kissed. Her skin looks as though it's glowing underneath the moonlight and her hair lightly sways in the breeze. She's so beautiful. Like a goddess. I worship her, my mase, continuing to dance, the pack members watching from afar, my gaze on her and only her. Her hands begin to roam on my chest, doing her own exploration and surprising me. I hitch in a breath, as my wolf groans, enjoying the feel of her touch, as gentle and uncertain as it is. Not to be outdone, she stops and puts a hand on Xander's chest, touching him as his eyes widen in shock. We're no longer dancing, but our mate is touching us willingly and we're not about to interrupt whatever spell she's under. We've been waiting for this, for her to take some sort of initiative and show us some affection rather than the continual rejection that she's exhibited towards us. For once, Regan is acting like a mate, like the Luna we have been dreaming of and it's all we can do not to push her too far, even as we inwardly celebrate the change in her behavior regarding u

"Slut" a voice interrupts and we all stiffen at the blatant insult.

Who has the nerve to call our mate a slut, right to our faces? I grow furious, watching with disappointment as Regan's hand drops, stopping her exploration of my body. Damnit. My frustration is evident as I meet Xander's eyes and turn to see none other than Isabelle's friend Claudia, standing there with her arms folded across her chest and glaring at Regan who looks taken aback.

"What did you just call our mate?" I growled, my eyes beginning to darken, along with Xanders.

chosen mate, and you Isabelle was meant to be your She folds her arms across her chest and glares. "Slut. Because she is one. rejected her for this piece of trash" she growled, motioning at Regan. "Now she's in the hospital and you act like this, for everyone to see? Have you no shame? No consideration for Isabelle's feelings? Why am I not surprised" she spat.

Regan's eyes go is.noveldrama

bleak. "Isabelle is not our fated mate and Regan Who we decide to take as our mate is none of your damn business" I growled, clenching my hands into fists and facing the girl who seemed determined to make trouble "Isabelle ending up in the hospital had nothing to do with us" I denied.

the pack-listens; some of them beginning to murmur beneath their breaths. "She tried to "Didn't it?" Claudia's voice rises commit suicide because of what you did to her. What you both did to her she accused, "once you found out Regan was your mate, you cast Isabelle aside as though she was just a piece of garbage or trash to throw away. You didn't care about her anymore, because you had her she gestures at Regan who is silent, staring down at the ground, her pallor pale "what kind of Alpha does that? You didn't even have the decency to at least try and find another match for Isabelle to spare her the humiliation she snapped.

"Claudia, 1" Regan began to say but Isabelle's friend interrupted her.

"Save it, Regan. Isabelle deserved to be the Luna of the pack, not you. You could still make this right you know" she added, folding her arms across her chest and staring Regan right in the eyes while Regan stared at her confused. "Make it right?" she asked slowly, "how?"

I already knew what Claudia was about to suggest. I was not going to even contemplate such a ridiculous suggestion. "Don't even think about it. Regan's not going to reject us" I hissed "and we are not going to take Isabelle back as our chosen mate. Get that through your thick skull."

Regan blanched. Claudia opened her mouth but another voice interrupted.

"Are you happy now Regan? Or will you only be happy once you have caused my death" the voice asked, low but clearly heard across the ground as we all looked towards the source, only to see none other than Isabelle herself, being wheeled across the grass in a wheelchair, looking pale and exhausted.

"Isabelle" breathed Claudia, springing forward to greet her friend and hugging her tight as the pack watched the scene unfold with interest. "Look at you" she exclaimed, looking down and screwing up her nose "You're so weak" she cried.

"I lost a lot of blood" Isabelle rasped, "and I still have to recover ask again Regan, will you be happy once I'm dead?" she repeated, bringing everybody's attention back to her "because I Gunnot keep living this miserable existence that you and your mates continue to subject me to, simply out of a pathetic jealousy that no longer applies

She had everyone's attention now. I stepped in front of Regan protectively, glaring down at Isabelle who looked as though she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

"No one cares what you have to say, Isabelle, you are still banned from being near Regan and the pack house"I warned.

She was here to stir up trouble and I was going to make sure that nipped that in the bud right now, so that Regan could still enjoy her birthday party, but fate intervened.

"We care what she has to say a voice cut out and our eyes swung up to see clearing.

e none other than a small group