Alpha's Twins Chapter 64

**Natalia's POV**

The second those words left his mouth, a sharp pain shot through the left side of my chest. I couldn't even lift my hand to touch it—I was too busy staring at the cruel bastard standing in front of me.

Just minutes ago, I'd been thinking about thanking him for saving my life. Now I realized this man was nothing but a complete asshole.

Here he was, talking this kind of garbage about me and my brother. How ridiculous!

No way in hell was I telling him who I really was. But what was his deal with me being around other men? Why was he jumping to conclusions? He actually had the nerve to accuse me of sleeping my way to a cure!

"Cat got your tongue? Oh wait, what am I even expecting from you? Some excuse for screwing another alpha?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my fists around the white hospital sheets. The fabric felt rough under my fingers. My nails nearly broke skin as I gripped the bedding.

*Calm down. Don't lose it,* I told myself.

When I opened my eyes, he was still standing there like he was waiting for an answer.

After all his bullshit accusations, did he seriously think I owed him an explanation?

I wasn't his property. I didn't have to justify every single thing I did.

"I told you it's a misunderstanding. But if you want to keep believing your own made-up stories, that's on you," I managed to say.

I thought my voice would sound stronger, but the accident had left me weak. My throat felt like sandpaper.

I glanced at the water glass sitting on the nightstand. I tried to lift my right hand but couldn't manage it. I was too weak to reach the glass and quench my thirst.

Meanwhile, Adrian's eyes stayed locked on me. Instead of helping, he just stood right next to the bed where I could almost—but not quite—reach the glass.

I looked up at him. His face was stone cold. It was the complete opposite of how he'd looked last night. Even though I'd been out of it, I could swear I'd seen worry in his eyes after the accident. Maybe it was just my imagination.

How could this man worry about me? That seemed impossible. But then why did he save me? He could've just left me there to die and watched the whole thing happen.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, feeling my frustration boil over.

I watched him shove his hands into his pockets while he studied my face.

Couldn't he see I was dying of thirst? If he wasn't going to do anything else, couldn't he at least help me get the damn glass?

"You can't give me anything. I know why you did it. You just wanted to show me you were doing me some kind of favor. Right?" he asked.

"What?"

"Don't play innocent. This body..." He paused and pointed at me with disgust written all over his face. "This body is worthless to me now. You're not attractive anymore. God knows how many men have had their hands on it over the past few years."

His filthy words made me want to disappear into the floor.

Tears started building up in the corners of my eyes. My heart was racing—not because of any mate bond or because he was close. It was because my heart couldn't take this anymore.

I took a shaky breath and asked, "If that's what you think of me, then why did you save me? Why didn't you just let me die? Were you trying to show off too?"

He looked stunned by my question. Obviously he hadn't expected me to fight back with confidence. Why wouldn't I? I hadn't done anything wrong.

"You've still got some nerve!" he muttered through gritted teeth.

His eyes were blazing with fury.

But I couldn't figure out why he was so pissed. He'd acted the same way when he saw me with Eric. How could I forget his reaction when he spotted me with Harold at the café? And now Jason was his next target.

If I had to guess, only one thing made sense. Either he was worried about his reputation, or he wanted me to live under his control.

Simply put, he wanted to toy with my life like I was his plaything. If he wanted me to breathe, I'd breathe.

"Stop acting innocent with me. Does that guy know what you really are? Or did he come after you because he figured out what kind of woman you are? How can you cheat on a beta with his own alpha? Do you have any shame left, Natalia?" he asked, shaking his head.

Tears spilled down my cheeks. I tried to wipe them away while looking anywhere but at this heartless man. But I forgot about my injured hand again. I bit my lip, trying not to scream from the pain.

"I regret accepting your help for my dad. I regret saving a woman like you last night."

The moment those last words left his mouth, I felt my heart squeeze tight.

So he regretted saving me?

I slowly raised my head to meet his gaze again. Adrian frowned and leaned down toward me. His face came so close to mine that I had to pull back.

Suddenly, his strong hand grabbed the back of my neck. I shut my eyes in agony. Since my head was bandaged, feeling his palm against my neck sent a spike of pain through the back of my skull.

I didn't make a sound. My eyes stayed focused on his, which were full of hatred for me.

"You know what I want right now? I want to kill you right here in this hospital bed."

My heart stopped at his words. My wolf heard his threat too. It was like final proof that he didn't give a damn about us.

Through my tears, I glared at him.

"You're not my Alpha, and I don't owe you explanations for anything. I can be with whoever I want, and you're not my husband anymore—you can't stop me. Just wait until I leave your pack, Alpha Adrian. Because you're going to regret every word you just said."