Rejecting The Alpha Twins (Regan)

Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Xavier POV

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I stare at my father horrified. I can see the bloodlust on his face, even as he throws Malcolm's head so nonchalantly into the room, forcing me and Xander into action, both of us moving to stand protectively in front of Regan. I can feel the vial clinking against me, still in my pocket and I struggle with what to do. If I shift, the vial will break, and we will be screwed. Xander was not as strong a fighter as I was though. My fingers slowly crept into my pocket, feeling the glass vial, closing around it as I met Xander's eyes. The thought of having to fight my father, of having to duel him was filling me with terror. He was the one who had trained us, who had taught us everything we knew. Even if I did beat him, there was every chance we still wouldnt be able to get him to remain still enough to force the contents of the liquid in the vial down his throat. Still, he was leaving us with no choice. I cursed Isabelle and Heather Ramona silently in my mind. When I got my hands on those two bitches....neither of them would be safe against my wrath.

"Are you both so prepared to die, that you won't even fight?" my father bellowed, tilting his head.

I wasn't afraid to fight him. I was afraid of what I might do to him. I was afraid I might hurt him. Despite everything he had done, including killing Malcolm, he was still our father. We still loved him. We still cared about him. I felt as though I was betraying him by agreeing to fight him but what else could I do? I could hardly refuse.

I withdrew the vial from my pocket and pressed it into Xander's hand which had moved behind his back. He gripped it tightly in his hand. I stared at my father and then took a deep breath, feeling resigned. "If you're so insistent on fighting then fight me," I said slowly "but not in here, I won't have my mate hurt. Fight me on the grounds, where we can duel freely without hurting innocent people."

At least on the grounds, we would be able to prevent any damage to the pack house or its occupants.

He grinned in response and then notioned to the window, "After you."

I glanced at Xander and then at Regan, wondering if this might be the last time I laid eyes on her. "Keep her safe" I whispered, grateful that the wolfsbane had left my system and that I was now able to reach my wolf. I jumped through the window, feeling the glass cut me as I broke it my body shifting into its wolf form and landing on all four paws, before I turned and saw my father following directly behind me. I saw Xander rush to the broken window, watching us both anxiously. I stared resolutely at my father, knowing I couldn't afford to get distracted. As long as Regan was safe, that was all that mattered.

My father's wolf was larger than mine and far more intimidating. I backed away, slowly circling him, looking for some sort of opening or a sign of vulnerability. I didn't want to fight my father, but I felt as though I had no choice. Not if I wanted to survive. He lunged towards me, and I only just managed to dodge to the side in time, his claws barely missing my side by mere inches. That was close. He didn't wait, lunging again and I quickly lashed out, my claws connecting with air as he smoothly leaped over me, landing on his paws. My father was a good fighter, this wasn't going to be easy. I turned, just in time to feel his tail connect with me, sending me sprawling backward. Shit. That had really hurt. I got back on my feet, growling lowly in my throat. He gave a sinister grin. Was this really the man who had raised me since birth? I could barely recognize him. I ran towards him and leaped, my father, meeting me in mid-air. We began to claw at each other. I felt his claws gash me down the side, while my own struck him across the face. I landed on the ground, feeling the throbbing pain from my wound. I gritted my teeth. Pain was fleeting, I thought, but death was forever.

My wolf began to speak. I'm trying to heal you as quickly as I can, but the wolfsbane weakened me. This fight can't go on for too long if you want to survive it. You're going to have to come up with a way to knock him unconscious if you don't want to kill him, he added grimly. I know he's your father, but even I can tell that you're holding back out of fear of hurting him. You don't have the luxury of feeling sorry for him right now. You have to treat him like you would treat any other enemy or if you were fighting any other warrior. He's not your father right now, he growled, do you understand that?

My wolf was attempting to persuade me to do what was necessary, even if it hurt. He had always been right before and now was the time pay attention.

I listened to his words. It hurt me to admit it, but my wolf was right. I couldn't afford to think of him as my father right now. Because he wasn't if I had to admit it. The man in front of me resembled nothing but a complete stranger. I darted towards

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him, only for my father to dodge my latest attack with ease. I felt his paw hit me, sending me dazed to the ground. I scrambled quickly to my feet, only just managing to dodge his jaws as he attempted to try and clamp them around my neck. I had no doubts that if he'd managed to do so, he would have killed me instantly. I turned and hit him with my tail, hard. He went flying into a nearby tree trunk. I listened to him hit the trunk with a heavy thud before sliding down with a wince. That had to have been painful. Still, he got back on his feet, a determined look on his face. He wasn't about to give up. That might have hurt, but it had barely made him pause. He moved, darting towards me and I growled, lunging and tackling him to the floor, my jaws snapping and biting towards him, clamping down on his leg and breaking it before I broke off and warily stepped backward. He let out a howl of anger, stepping on his feet, but holding one up. I had hurt him, but how long until that leg healed? As an Alpha he would heal a lot faster, it was the same for me.

I had to take advantage of his weakness. I tackled him once more, our bodies rolling over and over again. Despite his broken leg, he continued to fight. I felt his jaws clamp around my body and then he flung me into the air, causing me to hit the ground hard. I lay there dazed. He let out a snarl, sounding triumphant. I got back on my feet, glancing back towards the broken window, but there was no longer any sign of Xander watching. Hopefully, he was watching over Regan and making sure that she wasn't trying to watch the fight. The last thing I wanted was for Regan to panic or attempt to come outside. I put my head down and barrelled towards my Father, hoping this time to take him down. He dodged neatly to the side, able to put weight on his broken leg. Either it was healed, or he was ignoring the pain in order to bring me down instead. I turned and then felt his jaws clamp around my neck. I shook him off, bucking and flailing, and then lashed out, managing to gouge his stomach. It had been a lucky strike. He howled, immediately dropping me and backing away, eyeing me warily. Part of me wondered if he had thought I would put up such a fight and if I had taken him by surprise.

The fight had gone even longer than I had anticipated. I glanced around, wondering if there was anything I could do to cause further damage. My wolf was a match for his. At this rate, the fight would simply continue until one of us was dead. I didn't want that. I wanted my father to survive. I merely wanted him unconscious so we could tip the vial of liquid, the antidote, down his mouth and heal him. I wanted my father back to the way he was before those bitches had done this to him. I scanned the nearby grounds with desperation but saw nothing of use. I gave a growl of frustration. My father's wolf snarled, lowering his head. My fur was matted and covered in blood. Not just my blood but his as well. Both of us were injured, but our wolves continually worked to heal us. We healed faster than ordinary shifters, making this a difficult fight. I felt frustrated as my father began to lunge towards me again. I watched him come closer, deciding to try something different. I never got that chance though I saw something out of the corner of my eye, something or rather someone that should never have been there in the first place, and before I could stop her, she had flung herself directly into my father's path, putting herself in danger and causing my heart to skip a beat as I silently screamed out in my head.

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