Bella's POV
I grabbed them by the collar, anger, and hate brimming in my eyes. “What are you two doing here? Why are you here? Are you two here to see the final success of your actions?” I yelled, tears streaming down my face. My fragile hands clutched onto the collar of their shirts.
“Bella, please calm down,” Charity pleaded, trying to loosen my grip on their collars, but I refused and held tightly to them.
“You have killed my mother. Are you two now satisfied? My mother is six feet down. Are you happy now?” I yelled in pain while staring directly into their emotionless eyes.
“We didn’t do it, Bella; please believe us,” one of the twins muttered, and I flared up. “Liars, you two are lying,” I yelled, turning to Alpha Peterson, who was quietly observing the situation.
“Are you going
