Her Twin Alpha's

Reject Him

~After a hour

The London Clock Tower is depicted in this scene. Even though there was a lot of snow, there was a sizable crowd. It was almost ten in the morning. Time was running out. The clock was ticking.

Dressed in a white shirt with white pants, sleeves folded up to the elbows, with a frown, a young man was sitting restlessly, talking on the phone angrily. Wearing white, he appeared to be a part of the entire scene. His face was expressionless.

He quickly ended the call and stood up from the bench.

He kept his gaze fixed ahead, waiting. Soon, his eyes sparkled. She was approaching him, dressed in a white pint and a baby pink overcoat.

He, who was sitting in a rage, immediately calmed down. He was now looking at her with a smile on his face. Daphne had also noticed him as she walked towards him. Her complexion was turning pale. She wanted to fix everything right away. She wanted to end everything by seeing him one last time today.

How are you? As soon as she arrived, he asked while gazing eagerly at her. His tone and facial expressions suddenly softened, as if he never got bored.

"Fine.” She gave him a glance, tucked her hair behind her ear, and awaited his response.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Let's sit down and talk." His eyes' thirst was not being quenched. A strange thirst seemed to be killing him.

"I'm not here to sit. I simply came to speak as if to conclude the conversation." She was sorry, but what could she do? He began to be concerned. Of course, it wasn't her favorite relationship, but it was the most beautiful relationship for Enzo. He realized his sophistication.

"Hmmm". He sighed and took a seat on the bench.

"We'll put an end to this. That's incredible.” He laughed inexplicably. His hand suddenly moved to his waist, where his gun was. Bowing her head, she was now observing the various shades of nail paint on her nails.

"Look. I'm not familiar with you. I tried not to think about you, but I couldn't. It was impossible for me. You are not even my mate." She barely said this. She was sorry for breaking someone's heart, but she couldn't do anything in that matter.

"You need to stop pursuing me, please. We're not meant to be one, so we can't be. I'm in a relationship. I don't want to ruin this for you." She was speaking, seeing the color of his face changing moment by moment.

"I never claimed to love you, nor did I give you any hope. But even so, I am ashamed." Looking at the trees, she said. This time, she avoids looking at his face.

He was looking at her with cold eyes. The grip on the pistol, strapped to his waist, was getting tighter.

"I love my fiancé because I had to do that. My brother had a commitment to him, so I can’t accept your proposal."

He was now listening with bated breath. His veins were constricted. Enzo's face was turning bright red as she continued to speak. It appeared that it was going to bleed.

She only had one sister. Her brother was strict. What brought her to London? How much suffering does she have to go through? She spoke one by one. Her eyes occasionally get wet, and she occasionally laughs. But his mind was racing as he stared at her. None of her expressions could delight him now. Anger was building up inside him. He was listening and watching her. His hand was still on the pistol.

"I know you're shocked, but it's true." She had finally noticed him. His red extremities scared her a little.

"Do. Do you have feelings for your fiancé?" He muttered. She got to her feet. She was terrified as she looked at his red face.

"Damn it, answer me." He said it again, this time more forcefully. The veins in his brain were bursting. His arm veins were clearly visible. They were now face to face.

"Y..Yes." She spoke with trepidation. For the first time in her life, she lied. His small brown eyes were getting wet with emotion.

"What exactly do you mean? Oh God. How can you do this? I thought you were mine. You were the one I waited for years for, but now you say that you've found your mate." He was at a loss about what to do. His eyes were becoming increasingly red.

"I... have to leave... I..." She was about to turn when he rushed up to her, clutching her arm.

"Where to go? tell me." He yelled so loudly that some people came to a halt and looked at him. Fear caused her breathing to stop. Her pale skin turned red. She was panting and staring at him with wet eyes.

He was startled as he touched her. When he touched her, he immediately noticed a unique smell emanating from her. Her teeny, grey eyes were glistening with moisture. Her complexion was pink. He was getting lost in her.

Out of fear, she starts to fight back. His chest still pounded at an uncontrollable rate, but his mood was shifting.

Without batting an eye, he was staring at her. Gradually, his grip loosened on her arm. After giving her this kind of look, he moved backward by two steps. Holding her breath, she continued to stare at him. There was nothing new to the people there. They just take a look and move on as if nothing is happening.

"Why didn't it happen? Why am I not your mate?" There was a murmur in his voice.

This was the feeling that made his unbelieving heart believe. This was the feeling to which he was sacrificed. It was the eyes that were the humidity. That enchanting aroma, that reaches the soul. She was necessary to him.

"I have to go," she said indecisively, trying to hold back her tears. She was slowly taking a step back.

"Don't even move. Don't take one more step." He raised his finger and said in a warning tone.

He had an incredibly fanatical voice, style, and tone. That girl in high-heeled shoes had stopped walking yet again.

"You know what love is." He was now coming to her step by step. Even though she wanted to, she could not take another step. The speed of breathing started to slow down once again.

"What is love? I know this." He had reached her now. "But at this moment I have understood one thing." He said, carefully looking at her pink face with tears.

"That love is not about bodies. Love is not about faces. Love is related to the soul. He who loves, can recognize the feelings of the beloved in millions. He has many faces that are the same. I can recognize my beloved by just touching them and this realization has just dawned on me. But my heart can't bear that you are not mine. Oh God, this is not being tolerated.” His words were magical but she was not here to get trapped.

Looking at the distance between her and his feet, she was trying to smooth her broken breath by drawing back.

"I don't know who those lovers are, who are happy to see them in the company of a rival for the sake of their beloved's happiness. I can't breathe. Being happy is a distant thing."

"Look. I never wanted you to suffer. I didn't even know who you were and…." Hearing his burning voice, she raised her face and wanted to say something.

"When anyone is loved, he doesn’t know that his indifference has made it impossible for anyone to live. Everything depends on you. Everything is forgiven to the beloved woman. You are also forgiven, but now." He stopped for a while, looking at her with red-hot brown eyes. “But now it is difficult to live. I came to a decision. You will be mine or you will not be left for anyone." He had taken out his pistol and put it on his forehead while walking away.

Looking at this, her scream was spontaneous-a heavy bike from the right side and several black-colored vehicles from the left side braked. At once, the whole place was covered.

For a moment, her breath stopped.

"Oh. No, Listen to me. Look, please don’t do this.” She was shouting. When suddenly, very suddenly, he came right next to her and hugged her. She became still. She didn't remember that she was near someone else at that time. She just wanted to take the pistol from his hand. He was still holding her with his other hand.

The people who were looking carelessly before, now suddenly came to their senses. Everyone was gathering in a circle.

There was a strange noise.

"If I survive today, I will not let you live with anyone else. I have to die." His grip on the trigger was getting tighter. There was fear of death; his face was dripping with sweat. He closed his eyes. She was crying and struggling to take the pistol from him. But he was holding her to his chest in such a way that she was not able to use her hands much.

"Forgive me for the last and first mistake. But..." He bent down and placed his lips on her forehead. "I don't want to hurt you and if I live, I will make your life hell. Don't think that I am afraid of the situation. I am terrified of myself. Forgive me."

"I will shoot. No one should come forward." Seeing some other people approaching, he yelled fiercely. She was scared and held his shirt tightly. She was wondering how she was still conscious. Why was life not coming out of fear? Even the passing brutal moments seemed to have no mercy on her.

Everyone was watching and making videos. Someone was saying bad things to her, while someone was trying to make him conscious by yelling at him. No one was moving forward.

"I have never been in love before today. It was only you and you belong to someone else. Since childhood, my brother has spoiled me by giving me everything I like. You are the favorite thing in my life. It is impossible to give up on a beloved woman. Forgive me. I fell in love with the soul. I fell in love with your feelings. Enzo is in love with Daphne. People will remember this.” He smiled, with teary eyes. The girl standing in front of him was his love, his life. He looked at her for one last time.

"What kind of madness is this? Leave it, please. I will do what you said. Please don’t do this. I will leave my fiancé, my every relationship, but please j..." Daphne yelled with all her might, but the noise of firing didn’t let her do.

Both the white shirts turned red. Many screams were involuntary.

Many people stopped walking there. His hand went down, holding the pistol. It was a breathless scene and her breath stopped.

At the London Clock Tower, it briefly appeared as though time had stopped. It did not advance.

Bathed in blood, two bodies fell to the ground.