Chapter 45
Chapter 45
Xavier POV
“Regan, will you let us in?” I knocked softly on the bedroom do but there was no answer.
Not that I had expected there to be but there was always the fai lingering hope that she might decide to answer me or Xander. I was growing frustrated by her lack of response and feeling helpless as I tried to decide where to go from here.
I tried the door, but as usual, it was locked. I gave a frustrated growl, feeling on edge. Regan had been avoiding us since she had been brought back to the pack house, aligry that we had marked her without consent. We had been trying to give her space, but this was becoming beyond ridiculous. How long was die going to remain there, without speaking to us? We had tried apologizing, but she wasn’t ready to hear it. Who knew if she would ever feel ready or prepared enough to hear it?
“Regan” I shouted again, my voice louder than before.
Frustrated, I slaumed my hand on the door and knocked it off its hinges, with my Alpha strength. My eyes widened and then I moved the door aside and stepped inside, ignoring the chilly glance that Regan shot my way. She was seated on the bed, staring blankly out the window, her gaze directed at the forest that surrounded our property. Her lips were flattened and there was nothing but a bleakness in her eyes. She had looked like that back at the hospital, after the sedation. I put my hands in my pockets, uncertain how to begin now that 1 had made it into her bedroom.
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“Regan,” I said, my tone a lot softer, and she didn’t move from her spot, let alone move her head.
Damnit, this was infuriating. I could feel my jaw twitching as my anger began to rise. She was acting as though what we had done was the end of the world when Xander and I had no choice if we wanted to save her life. I reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, violently shaking her in my frustration. I could hear her teeth chattering together but it didn’t stop me.
“Damnit Regan. You can be angry, you can hate us, but for fuck sake, talk to us. We did this” I motioned to her neck. watching her blink in shock, “to save your life. We didn’t want to see you die” I roared, feeling myself lose control of my temper.
To see her die would have made us want to die along with her. Couldn’t she understand that?
She looked at me and I inhaled sharply at the look of betrayal on her face, mixed in with devastation. “You marked me” she whispered, while I nodded, standing over her, feeling more miserable than I had in my entire life, my wolf devastated by h mate’s continual refusal to talk to us. “You.” She trailed off, her eyes widening as her body suddenly fell to the ground and she brought her knees up in pain
Something was wrong. I could feel a sense of dread inside me as moved to be by her side.
“Regan” my voice was sharp as I bent down, feeling her forehead as her cheeks grew flushed.
She was hot, so hot. Like she had a fever. Now that I looked more closely, I could see that she had a fever as well. Shit. This was bad. Xander ran in, alerted by my shouts, his foar palpable on his face as Regan groaned, her face contorting into an expression of pain as she clutched at her stomach in desperation
“She needs the hospital” I began to say, when her leg jerked and then broke, eliciting a scream from Regan as I gritted my teeth at the sound.
The other consequence of us marking her. An early transformation. It wasn’t her birthday yet, but it didn’t matter because we had intentionally marked her before her time. She was shifting, whether she wanted to or not. I glanced at Xander and both of us knelt down, putting our hands on her head, and stroking her hair as we fought to keep her calm. There was very little we could do, but we could touch her and take some of the pain, but she would still feel the majority of it.
“It’s going to be okay Regan” I whispered, knowing full well how painful the shift could be.
Just breathe okay” Xander whispered, as Regan began to whimper, “don’t fight it, it will only make it worse” he added.
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She opened her mouth and let out a bloodcurdling scream. I wined, wishing I could take her place and take all of the pain from her. I knew it would be worse if we weren’t touching her, or if we weren’t so close to her. My hand shook slightly as 1 stroked her head, Regan’s eyes closed in pain. I could hear the sounds of her bones adjusting and breaking and I could feel nothing but sympathy for our mate. This was agonizing to listen to
“She’s shifting fast but not as fast as we did” Xander murmured beside me.
Ours had only taken minutes. This was taking much longer.
“She’s not an Alpha wolf. Naturally, she’s going to be slower” I warned him “not to mention we brought the shift on early. Who knows what kind of effect that has on the amount of time?
He looked grim as we watched in silence, murmuring in our mate’s ear and doing our best to soothe her as she cried out and screamed. It was nerve–wracking. Soon she had almost shifted and Xander and I were forced to move away, in case we got injured by her claws. I could see the desperation in her eyes, and bowed my head, feeling guilt–stricken. This was all our fault.
Another blood–curdling scream. I flinched. Then silence. Xander and I shot each other uneasy glances and then turned our heads, looking at Regan’s wolf in astonishment. She was beautiful. Her wolf was a gorgeous white color, her fur pure as the driven snow, her eyes a clear crystal blue that reminded me of the blue lakes around here and there was a mark on the middle of her forehead. A crescent moon. The marking on her neck now made sense. She was a white wolf. Such wolves were extraordinarily rare. I remembered Regan’s mother and knew she hadn’t had a white wolf, but such wolves were said to be blessed by the moon goddess themselves and had nothing to do with lineage or bloodline. I swallowed hard, feeling myself overcome with a myriad of emotions, even as Xander slowly and cautiously moved forward, his hand reaching out to touch her. The wolf snarled and he hurriedly brought his hand back before she bit it off. Xander chuckled softly.
“I guess our mate has not forgiven us just yet” he murmured sounding slightly saddened by it.
I shook my head, my eyes still on the white wolf, awed by its presence and its sheer magnificence. No but she’s beautiful,” I said softly, as the wolf sat down on its hind legs, glaring at the both of us.
“Beautiful and rare” Xander frowned “If other packs get wind of this, they might want to claim her for themselves.”
I shrugged. “She’s already claimed” I pointed out nonchalantly,
“Not fully” Xander pointed out as I stiffened, realization dawning
we will be careful and keep a close eye on her. Nobody has to know she is a white wolf just yet. We’ll keep her safe and bide our time until Regan forgives us for what we’ve done.”
“What if she never does?” Xander pointed out dryly.
“She can’t remain partially claimed,” I said, feeling disheartened and Regan knows that too. What happens next will be her decision though. I think we’ve already done enough and caused her enough suffering for a lifetime. Don’t you?” I asked quietly.
Xander nodded before we heard the sound of shifting, our glances automatically going to our mate. To our surprise, Regan lay there, collapsed on the floor, her clothes still intact.
“Must be part of her powers” Xander breathed as I strode over and picked her up.
She was unconscious. Perhaps from the strain of shifting or the amount of energy shifting had taken. I placed her carefully on the bed and put her bedcovers back over her. I met my brother’s eyes. “Nobody knows what she is, not even Father”
He nodded, mutually agreeing with me. Regan’s safety was paramount. As angry as she was with us, we would still do our best to keep her away from harm. I looked down at my mate thoughtfully and stroked her face.
“So beautiful” I whispered longingly, my throat tightening “I wish she would just let us in.”
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“She will” Xander promised, also eyeing her “Just give her time)
But I briefly wondered how much time we could afford to give her and if she would ever change her mind about us.
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