Loved by the twin alphas by Stephen
Chapter 126

Chapter 126

Time seemed to stand still as their lips danced together, exploring the depths of their connection. It was a kiss filled with unspoken promises, a gentle blending of two souls seeking solace and understanding. Their breaths mingled, their bodies. pressed close, and for that fleeting moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

In the tender embrace, they exchanged unspoken emotions, replaceing comfort in each other’s arms. Axiel’s kiss spoke volumes of his desire to make amends, to be the person Jenna deserved. Jenna, in turn, allowed herself to be vulnerable, opening her heart to the possibility of what? No, this wasn’t going to happen! Jenna decided internally.

She pushed him back and wiped his lips off hers. Jenna’s anger boiled over, and she couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hands shot up. delivering a forceful slap across Axiel’s check. The sound echoed through the room as her palm made contact with his skin. She let out a sharp criticism, her voice filled with hurt and frustrari

“You think a dumb kiss will fix all the pain you caused? You’re so stupid!” Jenna’s words came out harsh and biting, each one an arrow aimed at Axiel’s heart, Fueled by her anger, she pushed him away with a rough shove, her actions fueled by aggression.

Axiel stumbled backward, his hand instinctively reaching for his stinging check. He stood there, stunned and speechless. absorbing the weight of Jenna’s words and the force behind her actions.

Jenna’s chest rose and fell rapidly with anger, her eyes flashing with disappointment and anger. She wanted Axiel to understand the depth of her pain, to realize the magnitude of his mistakes.

“You thought you could just come back, say sorry, and expect everything to be okay? That’s not how it works, Axiel! You broke me, shattered my trust, and no simple gesture can fix that!”

Her voice cracked, revealing the underlying pain that fueled her anger. She held her ground, refusing to let him see the vulnerability lurking beneath the surface.

Jenna balled her hands into a fist delivering punches that landed fiercely on Axiel’s chest, each blow fueled by anger and pain. “I hate you!” she yelled between sobs, her fists pounding against him.

Axiel winced as Jenna’s strikes hit their mark, feeling the weight of her emotions. Despite the pain, he understood her need to release her frustrations. In a moment of determination, he stepped forward, encircling her in a tight embrace, pulling her close against his chest.

Jenna struggled for a moment, surprised by his sudden gesture, but Axiel held her firmly yet gently. “Stop!” he pleaded, his voice filled with remorse. “Please, Jenna, let me hold you. Let me be here for you.

She fought against his grip, her tears mingling with her anger. “Why should I let you touch me?” she spat out, her voice trembling. “After everything you’ve done, how can you expect me to forgive you?”

Axiel’s voice was filled with sincerity as he spoke softly, his words laced with regret. “I don’t expect forgiveness right away, Jenna. I know I hurt you, and I’m truly sorry. But please, let me show you that I’ve changed. Let me prove that I can be the person you deserve.

Jenna’s resistance wavered as she felt the warmth of his embrace, the strength of his presence. Her fists slowly unclenched, her anger giving way to a mix of exhaustion and confusion. She leaned into him, her body trembling with pent–up

emotions.

Axiel held her tightly, his touch offering/solace amidst the chaos. Jenna’s tears continued to flow as she buried her face in his chest, replaceing comfort in his arms. His embrace provided a sanctuary, a brief respite from the pain they both carried.

“I hate you, she whispered again, her voice muffled against his chest.

Axiel tightened his hold, his voice filled with remorse. “I know, Jenna. I hate myself for hurting you too. But maybe, you can

just stop hitting me now and let me be here for you.”

Tears streamed down Jenna’s face. Was she acting dumb again? She shouldn’t allow him back into her life so easily. She shouldn’t be so stupid to allow that. She pulled out from his embrace and wiped the tears off her face.

“Axiel, you should leave. Jenna commanded, with no emotion in her tone.

“Jenna..” Axiel tried to protest but before he could deliver his heartfelt speech, Jenna already cut in.

“Leavel Now!” She ordered, with a stern tone that sent shivers down Axiel’s spine.

Filled with deep sadness and shame, Axiel reluctantly turned on his heel to leave the house, his footsteps heavy and slow. His heart grew heavier with each landing step that he took. Each step screaming the weight of his mistakes, the pain of losing Jenna’s trust weighing heavily on his shoulders. But as he distanced himself from the door, a flicker of hope ignited within him, urging him to turn back and make one last attempt to apologize. He contemplated within him whether to feed to this or just leave in shame, but he soon decided and took the steeper road.

With a racing heart and a knot in his throat, Axiel sped on his heel, his gaze fixed on the closed door. His trembling hand reached out as he prepared to utter the words that had been haunting him, words he hoped would bridge the divide between them. Yet, before he could part his lips, Jenna swiftly grabbed and swung the door shut to his face. Savage move! Her eyes were filled with hurt.

The sound of the door closing reverberated in his cars, a harsh finality that echoed through his soul. Axiel froze, his hand suspended in the air, his eyes locked on the door. In that fleeting moment, he realized the magnitude of his actions and the consequences that followed. He had hurt her greatly and she had responded based on the way she felt

Jenna’s actions pierced his heart, a painful reminder of the distance that had grown between them a strong reminder the hurt he had caused her. The weight of her decision settled heavily on his chest, leaving him breathless and filled with an overwhelming sense of loss. With a heavy sigh, he slowly lowered his hand, defeat etched upon his features.

Silence enveloped the space, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves as a breeze swept through the air. Axiel stood there, gazing at the closed door, grappling with remorse. How he wished he could turn back the hands of time. He wanted Jenna back. The memories and longing mingled within him, an ache that pulsed with each beat of his heart. He knew he had hurt Jenna deeply, and the pain of his actions reverberated through his being “How could he appease her?” was the question bubbling through his entire being as he strolled lankily on the pathway that led away from Jenna’s manor.

Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, Jenna collapsed to the ground, her body trembling with anguish. Tears streamed down her face as she unleashed a scream that reverberated through the room. “I hate him! I hate him! I hate you, Axiel! How dare he just stroll back into my life in that absurd manner?” she cried out, her voice filled with a mixture of anger, hurt, and frustration.

In her fury, Jenna’s hand clenched into a fist, and she struck the closed door with all her might. The impact resounded in the room, the sound echoing her pain and disappointment. She struck the door again and again, the physical act serving as an outlet for the seething emotions that consumed her.

Each punch was accompanied by a choked sob, as if the force of her blows carried the weight of her shattered dreams. The wood creaked under the force of her strikes, mirroring the cracks in her heart.

The door bore the brunt of her fury, a symbolic representation of Axiel’s presence and the hurt he had inflicted upon her. Jenna’s fists pounded relentlessly, fueled by her desperation to vent her anger and replace some semblance of control amidst

the chaos of her emotions.

As her punches continued, the pain in her knuckles mingled with the pain in her heart. Jenna’s screams subsided into ragged breaths, her body quivering with exhaustion.