Alpha's Regret: Claiming My Stolen Twins novel Chapter 80

80 Chapter 80 Drawing the Line

“She has to leave! Why is she still poisoning this place? She destroyed everything! We were perfect before she crawled back!” G

Roxanne stood in the center of a loose circle of pack members. Elders, warriors, mothers, and young women all watched with varying degrees of discomfort as Roxanne continued her tantrum, her face mottled red with rage.

I swept my gaze around the room, ensuring everyone heard my declaration, especially Roxanne.

“I am grateful, Roxanne, for maintaining the pack and caring for my mate during my absence,” I said, forcing false sweetness into my tone. “You performed admirably. But your temporary role has ended. I have returned. And I am reclaiming everything that is

mine.”

“I warned you once,” I continued, making sure my words reached every person present. “I told you the girl you used to bully no longer exists. That girl tolerated your tantrums. This mother will not. I do not care what you think you lost or what you believed you deserved. This pack belongs to me. That mate belongs to me.”

“I want nothing from you,” I hissed, pushing past my fear. “Stay away from me. Stay away from my son.”

Suddenly, chaos erupted from downstairs, yanking me from my spiral of panic.

I could not listen to another word. I stabbed the end call button with desperate force, severing the connection like cutting off a diseased limb.

“There she is, the protective mother,” he mocked, cruel laughter threading through his voice. “How touching. But Seraphina, the longer you resist, the more bodies will pile up. You have a simple choice. Come to me willingly, and the entertainment ends. Remain there, and I will begin making artistic eliminations.”

Not yet, I argued through my tears. I will tell him everything but not now. He held me yesterday like nothing had changed and that means he might forgive me. I cannot risk losing that.

The moment my hand fell, my phone shattered the oppressive quiet. The sudden sound made me jump, my heart hammering against my ribs before I even looked at the

screen.

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80 Chapter 80 Drawing the Line

Tell our mate. Call Julian now, my wolf demanded, her voice sharp with desperation.

I stood, my mind crystallizing with purpose. Roxanne had tested my patience since the moment I arrived. She could insult me all she wanted, but she would not scream my name like filth when my son played just outside.

My lungs seized. I had to know for certain. Fear was eating me alive, but I needed to hear him admit it.

The words sank into my mind like venom, spreading poison through every thought. He was threatening the pack. Threatening Julian. Threatening everything I had fought to protect.

“Did you murder them?” The words scraped out of my throat like broken glass. “Did you slaughter those innocent people just to send me a message?”

My heart felt like lead in my chest. I was trapped, paralyzed between impossible choices. No matter what path I chose, someone would pay the price.

Through the pane, Theo raced across the packhouse yard, his small legs pumping as he chased after a bright red ball. The other pups squealed and laughed around him, their joy piercing through my terror like sunlight through storm clouds. His giggle reached me even through the glass, and for a heartbeat, the world felt manageable again.

Every eye turned to me. The pack members looked uncertain, clearly uncomfortable with Roxanne’s dramatics but unsure how to respond.

Theo stumbled over his own feet, scooped up the ball, and glanced toward my window. His face lit up when he spotted me, and he waved with the uninhibited joy only children possessed. I managed a fragile smile and raised my hand in response.

“She thinks because she is the mate, she can destroy everything and strut around like nothing happened? She should be banished!”

I stalked from the room and descended the stairs, my movements predatory. The commotion originated from the living room near the main fireplace,

“Seraphina. I was not certain you would pick up,” he said, dark amusement coloring every syllable. “But you are learning, are you not? What happens when people try to

outsmart me.”

Roxanne opened her mouth to shriek again, but I stepped closer, cutting her off.

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My palm connected with Roxanne’s cheek in a sharp, echoing crack that silenced the entire room. Everyone gasped, eyes wide with shock. Roxanne stood frozen, her hand pressed to her face, fury replaced by stunned disbelief.

“You will control your tongue from this moment forward, Roxanne,” I said, my voice low and deadly calm, vibrating with barely restrained rage. “My son is playing outside. I will not have him hear his mother being slandered by someone who understands nothing.”

Artistic eliminations. He meant massacres. He meant destroying Julian’s pack piece by piece until I surrendered. The phone nearly slipped from my shaking hands. Theo’s laughing face flashed behind my eyes, and I could not breathe.

The terrified woman from upstairs was gone. The mother standing here had no time for games.

History would not repeat itself. Not while I drew breath.

My wolf whimpered, a sound of pure anguish, but I shoved her deeper into silence. I could not risk telling Julian the truth only to watch him reject me again. Not when this predator was already circling his territory.

What had I done? I had led this monster straight to Julian’s doorstep. I had painted a target on every innocent soul in this pack.

But I knew. Oh god, I knew exactly who it was. The recognition hit me like ice water in my veins, spreading cold dread through every nerve ending.

“I know exactly what you are,” I snarled, finding rage beneath the terror. “I know you well enough to recognize your handiwork. You would butcher innocents just to prove a point to me.”

I moved forward with deliberate precision until I stood directly in front of her. She was tall, but in that moment, I felt like I could crush her underfoot.

No, I shot back internally. He will think we are lying again. He will push us away and we cannot survive that. Be quiet,

The phone tumbled to the carpet as I stumbled backward, collapsing onto the bed’s edge. My head dropped into my palms.

A voice smooth as poisoned honey drifted through the speaker.

I studied every movement he made, my muscles coiled tight as steel cables. They

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