Loved by the twin alphas (Alexia Miles and Michael)

Chapter 124

Kayla scoffed, her tone filled with disdain. “Jealousy? How absurd. Do you truly believe I would stoop so low? You’ve always favored her, haven’t you? The golden child who stole everyone’s attention. I had nothing to do with it.”

Miles inhaled deeply, attempting to keep his emotions in check as he confronted Kayla’s denial.

“The evidence points towards you, Kayla Miles asserted firmly. “The timing, the proximity–it all aligns. I need the truth.”

Kayla’s eyes flickered momentarily, a glimpse of uncertainty crossing her face before she swiftly regained her composure.

“Evidence?” Kayla retorted, her voice laced with mockery. “Show me this so–called evidence, Miles, Prove it if you can.”

Frustration surged within Miles as he retrieved a vial containing traces of the poisonous wolfsbane from his pocket.

Taking a step closer to Kayla, he held up the vial for her to see. “This vial was found near Alexia’s belongings. Its contents match the poison that threatened her life. Do you still deny your involvement?

Kayla’s façade faltered for an instant, a fleeting glimmer of uncertainty flickering across her features before she clenched her jaw in defiance.

“It’s a set–up, Miles, Kayla hissed through gritted teeth. Someone is trying to frame me. I would never harm Kayla said strongly and convincingly.

my

wown sister.

Miles, torn between his desire for the truth and the ounce of humanity he still had in him. He searched her eyes for any sign

of remorse.

“Kayla, we need honesty,” Miles pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. If jealousy or any other motive drove you commit this act, God damn it, confess Kayla! Spit out the truth!”

Kayla’s defiance wavered, her voice barely a whisper as she reluctantly spoke.

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“You really don’t believe me, Miles. We used to be so good together, till she came along and then you forgot all that we had so easily? I can’t believe this. You threw me here because of Alexia who doesn’t even have a wolf and you want me to confess to trying to kill her? How much crueler can you get, huh Miles? Answer me? She asked, with tears streaming down her face. She folded her knees as she dropped to the ground.

Miles averted his gaze. Trying not to fall for the facade he thought Kayla was trying to put up. He inhaled before saying. “You know what, Kayla, coming down here was a mistake. I don’t think you’re ready to end your suffering yet, so I’ll just leave you to yourszelf.”

With that closing statement, Mile’s stormed away from the dungeon leaving Kayla to her misery.

“Any luck trying to get something out of her?” Michael asked Miles, desperately hoping for a positive response.

“Nope.” Miles said, slouching on the couch. “She’s still adamant. I honestly don’t know what to do about her.”

Silence enveloped the room. The Alpha’s were reveling on the events that had transpired these past few days. It has really been hectic for them and the pack at large. They had barely been able to get any work done as they were all focused on getting Alexia back on her feet. It was all they badly wished for at this point in time and Kayla’s adamance wasn’t making it

any easier for them.

Michael’s troubled mind sought a potential solution amidst the sea of uncertainty. A glimmer of an idea began to form, and he turned to his brother, Miles, with eagerness in his eyes.

“Miles, Michael spoke, his voice laced with a mix of concern and hope, T’ve been thinking… What if we consider transferring Alexia to our personal doctor? Maybe a change of environment could make a difference. We owe it to her to explore every possible avenue.”

Miles regarded his brother, his brows furrowed with contemplation. He understood the weight of Michael’s suggestion and. the importance of leaving no stone unturned in their quest to save their packmate.

“You think it could help?” Miles questioned, his voice laced with curiosity. “Our personal doctor has always been reliable, and their expertise might bring a fresh perspective to Alexia’s condition.”

Michael nodded, the flicker of hope dancing in his eyes. “It’s worth a try, isn’t it?” he responded, his tone filled with determination. “We need to exhaust all options, leave no avenue unexplored. Besides, having someone we trust personally overseeing her care might provide a sense of comfort and familiarity in these trying times.” Michael suggested, trying all means to see that he convinced his brother.

Miles understood the reasoning behind Michael’s suggestion. The familiarity of their personal doctor, the knowledge that they would have a trusted ally overseeing Alexia’s treatment, could bring a much–needed sense of reassurance to their fractured pack.

“You’re right,” Miles agreed, his voice filled with conviction. “We owe it to Alexia and ourselves to explore this possibility. Let’s reach out to our personal doctor and discuss the potential transfer. Time is of the essence.”

Michael took out his phone and dialed their personal doctor’s number, his fingers trembling with a mixture of anxiety and hope. As he waited for the call to connect, he couldn’t help but replay the image of Alexia’s fragile form in his mind, her strength and vitality diminished by the poison coursing through her veins. The urgency of the situation intensified, driving him forward. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Finally, the call connected, and Michael took a deep breath before speaking, his voice filled with urgency.

“Dr. Reynolds, it’s Michael,” he began, his words carrying the weight of their shared desperation. “I need your help. Alexia, she’s…. she’s fighting for her life. The poison… it’s taken a toll on her.”

He paused, waiting for a response, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Is there any possibility of transferring her to your care?” Michael continued, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. “We trust you, Dr. Reynolds. We believe in your expertise, and we know that you will do everything in your power to save her.” He said, trying to rizz him up to take Alexia as his patient.

As Michael listened to the doctor’s reassuring words on the other end of the line, a sense of relief washed over him. He would be really glad if doctor Reynolds could work the magic and bring her back to life. He ended the call and shared the good news with his brother, Miles.

“He’s willing to take her in, Miles. He said he’ll take her!” Michael said, with enthusiasm filling his voice. You could hear and feel it in his tone. He was beyond happy; he was elated.

“When do we arrange the transfer?” Miles asked. He wished they could fly to the hospital and make the transfer process. immediately, but it wasn’t as simple as that. “Huh, when did he say?” He bugged his brother, like a child being denied of ice

cream.

“Chill, Miles.” Michael said we can make the transfer as soon as possible. It will hasten the recovery process. That was the best news the twins have heard in days, The last four words felt like music to the ears, like magic to the soul.

With that, Miles reached for his pocket and pulled out his phone, “I’ll contact the hospital, to tell them to arrange for the transfer immediately. We can’t waste any more time leaving her in their care. Miles announced.