Rejecting The Alpha Twins (Regan)

Xavier POV

This doctor is starting to piss me off. He's asking pointless questions about Regan instead of just giving us the news about what is wrong with her. I just want him to get to the gist of it and I want him to stop smiling, while my mate is no doubt ill or injured. I can feel my body tensing the longer he probes Regan and when he does speak the words it's as though my body grows cold in disbelief. Whatever he had been about to say, I hadn't anticipated this.

"Congratulations Miss Lourdes, the blood results have confirmed that you are a couple of weeks pregnant. Early still but we managed to catch it. It explains all the symptoms you've been experiencing and the fainting spell that you just had right now" he explained kindly. Silence. Regan looks as though all the blood has drained out of her face. For a moment all of us stand there in shock, our heads turning to look at the doctor who looks somewhat taken aback by our reaction or rather lack of one. I close my eyes for a moment and then reopen them, feeling as though I'm flailing in the dark.

"I assume that this is good news?" the doctor asked us uncertainly, peering over his spectacles as Regan began to nod numbly.

"Yes," I answered hastily, my grin growing wide.

Of course, it was good news. The best kind. I was ecstatic and relieved now that I knew there was nothing seriously wrong with Regan. I could practically feel my body bouncing with excitement.

My mate, or our mate, I thought glancing at my equally stunned brother was pregnant with our child. My wolf was practically purring with a smug expression on his face. I beamed. I hadn't thought that this could be a possibility but now that I knew, I was going to ensure that my mate was well taken care of. My protective instincts were surging to the fore. "Pregnant" Regan still looked dumbfounded by the news and more than a little tense.

"Yes," the doctor said with patience, adjusting his spectacles and then glancing down at his clipboard. "Now, your iron is a little low, so you need to make sure that you get plenty of red meat and more leafy green vegetables. You were slightly dehydrated so make sure you drink more water. Try to limit your stress" he added kindly, glancing at Xander and me, "and above all don't overdo things. Shifting of course" he paused as Regan went crestfallen "is absolutely out of the question. Only white wolves can shift without harming their offspring and they are rare" he muttered sounding apologetic.

He had no idea he was addressing a white wolf. Regan instantly perked up even as the doctor continued to consult his clipboard with a frown on his face.

"Nothing more came up in the blood tests," he said with a relieved exhale. "So as soon as you want to be discharged, I'm happy to have the paperwork signed by one of your mates and then you can go," he said nonchalantly, nodding his head at Regan. "I want to leave now please" Regan's voice was shaky.

She looked on the verge of tears. Was she not happy by the news? I could feel myself feeling somewhat concerned as I continued to watch her closely, looking for signs that she was unhappy.

I glanced at Xander whose eyes were bleak. "I'll fill out the paperwork," he silently followed the doctor out of the room and avoided our eyes.

I moved closer to Regan and instinctively put my arm around her, pulling her in closer to me and snuggling against her. I sniffed her familiar scent, noting that it had changed but only slightly and it was almost impossible to tell unless you searched for the change. "How are you feeling?" I asked her, still grinning like an idiot.

"I don't know," she said honestly, glancing at me apologetically, "It's something new that I'm going to have to get used to. I thought that I would become a mother eventually, but I never dreamed it would be this early in the relationship" she exhaled looking slightly panicked. "I don't know the first thing about babies or raising children" she added her voice rising slightly.

"Neither do I" I reminded her calmly "or Xander but we'll work it out together. Don't forget my father has plenty of experience. I'm sure he'll help."

Not to mention that we could hire a nanny if she wanted to. Not that Xander or I, had any intentions of Regan bringing up our children on her own. We wanted to be hands-on with our pups. But if she wanted extra help, we wouldn't hesitate to make sure she had it. We wanted our mate to be happy.

I tried not to laugh out loud at the image in my mind of my father trying to change diapers. The big bad alpha looked ridiculous in the image. I saw Regan's lip twitch in amusement as she no doubt did the same. Xander came walking back in. His shoulders were slumped. Instead of looking excited about the news he looked as though he was close to tears as well. I narrowed my eyes, feeling suspicious.

"Xander, what's wrong? I thought you would be happy about Regan being pregnant with our child" I said, crossing my arms over my chest and daring him to speak the truth instead of letting it fester inside of him.

He paused. "I am" he admitted lowly, his head hanging even lower, his eyes quickly darting away, "more than I can imagine, but I feel guilty at the same time" he exhaled, sounding resigned.

Guilty? Guilty for what? I saw Regan studying him quietly, pushing her hair back over her shoulders and away from her face. "This is because of your other child, isn't it?" she asked quietly.

Her tone was dangerous. I felt apprehensive as I looked over at Xander recognizing that Regan was starting to get defensive. This was not going to bode well for him. Still, maybe this would be the wake-up call that he needed. He was being an idiot and overthinking things as usual. Numbskull.

Xander's eyes rose to meet hers while I stared at him, angry that he thought we would abandon his child because of this one. I knew that's what he was thinking. He was too easy to read. Did he not know what Regan's character was like by now? She would never do that to him. She wasn't capable of doing such a thing. When was he going to learn to trust in our mate instead of constantly believing the worst of her?

"Xander, just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean that we're going to give up on trying to find Isabelle and Heather" Regan's voice cuts in, her tone firm as she rakes her gaze over my twin brother.

"Two babies is a lot to care for" Xander began "and..."

"And what?" Regan's tone is glacial as she slips out of bed and regards him icily, "You think that my child will be loved more, right? That's what you are afraid of. That, if we were to raise yours and Isabelle's child alongside mine, that yours would be neglected because that's the kind of person you think I am." Her tone is sarcastic.

Xander blinks, looking slightly off balance now. "I don't mean anything by it but..."

He trails off at the look on her face and the fury on mine. "Xander Dominion" Regan's tone is so cold that it gives me the shivers, let alone Xander. "You should know by now that I'm not that kind of girl and I don't appreciate that you always think the worst of me" she snapped, beginning to storm towards the door as I hurried to catch up.

"Nice going" I hissed at Xander as his mouth gaped wide open.

His mouth opened and closed, over and over again as he tried to think of something to say in his defence, but it was too late. He'd managed to thoroughly piss Regan off and she was stomping out of the room and towards the exit.

I caught up with her as she left through the main doors, her hands flung up in exasperation, muttering under her breath. "Men" she fumed "Despicable, selfish, vile, bastards" she spat out, and knowing that she was in no mood to speak with me or my brother, I wisely chose to trail behind her on the way back to the pack house, advising my father that we had some news to give him when we got back. I was certain my father would be pleased at the news, even though he too would probably want to give Xander a piece of his mind.