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The Alpha King’s Last Regret

The Alpha King’s Last Regret

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last updateLast Updated : 2025-09-26
By:  Reemah ReignsOngoing
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Dark Romance

Fast-Paced Plot

Alpha

Dominant

Omega

Forbidden Love

Love-Triangle

Girl Power

Weak to Strong

I am Pearl Gem Valley. An omega. From one of the lowest tribes in the Wolf Empire. A world ruled by a cruel system where omegas are spat on and branded as slaves from birth. Five years ago, I saved the life of the Alpha Prince, Kade King Majesty, and he repaid me with a proposal, right in the middle of the omega ghetto. Obsessed at first sight. In love at first glance. I said yes. Little did I know I was just a pawn used to provoke his longtime lover. I was used. Betrayed. Abandoned after my role was served by Kade King Majesty himself while his mother, the ruthless Queen of the Wolf Empire, made my family pay for daring to dream that I could ever be anything more than an omega. All was lost… or so I thought. Until the cruelest revelation came from a doctor. Five years of grief had shrunk my heart, leaving me with only 90 days left to live. Stunned by fate. Abandoned by destiny. I decided to take the law into my own hands. I will make him pay… tenfold. I will make sure using me becomes his last regret. And as if the Moon Goddess herself supported my quest, Kade King Majesty returned but this time, as the King of the Wolf Empire. His eyes softened. Possession burned in them. And then he said those words. “I want you back, Omega. This time, I am claiming you for myself.”

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The day that I was released from prison, all of my fellow inmates lined up to get a hug from me. Some of them nearly crushed my spine from how tightly they squeezed, and others didn’t want to let go. They all knew that Bob was waiting for me on the outside, and we would be starting our life together as soon as I left—in marriage, in business, everything.

Then I came to Sydney. She was an older inmate, in for life for killing her abusive husband over a decade ago. We had never really gotten along, and yet there she was, her arms wide open, expecting a hug just like everyone else.

I was only happy to oblige.

As we squeezed each other tightly, Sydney whispered in my ear, “Do not trust men’s sweet talk.”

We pulled apart. I stared at her, confused. What could that mean?

Apparently, Sydney hadn’t been quiet enough for the sharp ears of the other inmates, as they all started to share their opinions of her advice.

“Oh, don’t be such a buzzkill, Syd!” one said.

“Yeah, let the girl have a little hope!” another added.

“Boo!” a third simply exclaimed.

I grinned at their antics and shook my head.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. I turned to Sydney. “I wish you nothing but the best, Sydney.”

Sydney waved me off as the door to the prison yard opened.

“C’mon, Blanchard, it’s time to go,” the guard, Tom, called.

I gave the other inmates one last wave before I followed the guard out of the prison.

 

* * *

 

With a clear plastic bag of my belongings in hand, I stood at the gate with Tom, ready to leave my literal prison. It could have been worse. At least I had gotten a reduced sentence for good behavior.

It felt so good to wear street clothes again. Even if it was only a now slightly faded red dress Bob had gotten me five years ago and a pair of flats, it was still better than that orange jumpsuit and white nurse’s shoes. They still fit me well, too.

Tom smiled at me as he held the gate open for me. I gave him a quick hug, one that he hesitantly returned.

“If you ever need any help in the future, feel free to contact me,” he said as we parted.

I grinned.

“Don’t worry, I won’t need to. Bob and I are about to live a happy life together, just as he promised.”

Tom’s smile disappeared. He nodded, but he didn’t say anything.

“I’ll see you later.”

Again, Tom nodded, but he didn’t say anything. As I turned to walk to the curb, I could’ve sworn that I heard him sigh behind me.

I stood on the edge of the curb, certain that it wouldn’t be long before Bob pulled up. Bored and without much to do, I looked around curiously at how the world around me had changed.

On a towering building across the street, the news played on a LED screen. Though the voices boomed, I couldn’t quite decipher what was being said. The screen, however, told me all that I needed to know: the man on the left was the United States President, and to his right was the Alpha King of the Werewolves.

The last I had known, the Alpha King was an old, white-haired man limping on his last leg. This new Alpha King seemed very different. He was tall and elegant, and even without understanding what he was saying, I could feel the charm and charisma pouring off of him.

I could not avert my gaze. An eternity must have passed before I finally ripped my eyes away from his beautifully dark features.

My, how five years had changed everything! The low-cut necklines I had preferred in my dresses now seemed out of style, replaced by one almost like a turtleneck with a jewel in the center of the throat. So many women in this new fashion craze passed me that I was almost embarrassed to be seen in such an old style—even if it accented my breasts perfectly.

Then I saw how many of the men turned my way as they walked by. A few even cat-called and wolf-whistled. I would have normally boxed them for being so publicly inappropriate, but it felt good knowing that I hadn’t lost my looks.

“Hey, sweetheart,” one man said as he parked his black Ford mustang beside me. “How’s it going?”

“Fine, thank you,” I replied.

“What’s someone as pretty as you doing all the way out here by yourself?”

The man lowered his sunglasses, and his eyes roved over me. Our eyes met.

“Eighty-eight,” Susan, my wolf, said, confirming my suspicions. This man liked what he saw.

I wasn’t like most werewolf-hybrids, who got their wolves at 18. Mine did not awaken until I was 22, on the day of my imprisonment. She gave me the ability to assess the level of people’s fondness for me, and I trusted her implicitly.

“I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” I said, hoping he would get the hint.

“Oh,” he said, disappointed. “I’ll just be on my way, then.”

With a slight wave, the man took off.

I grinned. Yup, I still had it.

 

* * *

 

Orange and pink gently painted the sky as the sun began to set. My legs ached from standing, and sweat had smeared my already inelegant makeup job. Anxiety ate at my stomach and throat.

Where was he? He couldn’t have possibly forgotten.

I started pacing to stretch out my legs. Besides, what else was I going to do? Even if he had forgotten, I had nowhere else to go.

No, he couldn’t have forgotten. He had promised to be here the minute I was released.

I continued to pace as the sky darkened around me. I thought about Sydney’s final words to me and how hesitant Tom had looked after I had brought up my plans with Bob. My heart ached worse than my legs.

Bob hadn’t just forgotten me. He had purposefully left me.

I sank to the ground as night fell. I had no clue what I was going to do. Why would Bob do this to me?

Just as I fell deeper into my dread, a pair of headlights pulled up to the curb, blinding me. After I blinked away the spots in my eyes, I stood up and got a good look at the car: a black Porsche. The window rolled down to reveal Bob’s face.

Even after seeing him every week for the past five years, Bob somehow looked both unfamiliar yet familiar.

He was better groomed than usual, with his characteristic Van Dyke gone, leaving nothing but smooth skin behind. His typical collared shirt had been replaced by an immaculate three-piece suit. Even the expression he wore was harder than I was accustomed to.

“Sorry, Crystal,” he said, although it didn’t sound entirely sincere. “I just finished a meeting. I’ve been really busy—”

“Who is she?” I asked, motioning to the woman in the passenger seat.

The woman wore the trendiest purple Chanel suit, an expensive gold and diamond-encrusted watch, and enormous dangling diamond earrings. Her makeup was exquisite, as though an entire team had spent the day perfecting her smokey eye. Her dark hair had been pulled back into a tight, impeccable bun with an amethyst scrunchy.

She turned her head slightly. Her gaze drifted over me, as though scanning a trash can on the street. Our eyes locked.

“Her affinity towards us is zero,” Susan said. I tensed. “She dislikes us.”

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Pearl Gem "W...what?" "You heard me right, Pearl. You are suffering from heart disease. It developed from prolonged emotional trauma, and I'm afraid... it's severe. You have only three months to live. Ninety days to be precise. I'm so sorry." Those were the doctor's words. Gentle, final as he stepped out of the office, leaving me rooted in place, drowning in shock. My lips moved but no sound came. Perhaps I misheard. Perhaps there was a mistake. Doctor Sarou must be wrong. With trembling hands, I flipped through the papers he had handed me, my heart pounding against my ribs. The truth stared back at me in sterile ink. Diagnosis. Prognosis. Terminal. My knees weakened. But I couldn't cry, not yet. I could only stare at the wall, unseeing, unblinking. The world blurred, and then the tears came. Hot, silent, relentless. Tears of dread. Of heartbreak. Of helpless rage. The room spun around me, and I staggered toward the window, gasping for air. But the breeze that met m
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Pearl Gem It is unreal. No. This isn’t happening. This cannot be reality. Why should it? A royal in my bed. Not just any royal… but the Alpha Prince himself, Lying there, eyes closed, unconscious. Just as his presence feels utterly unreal, so too does this wild thundering in my chest. A forbidden heartbeat. Why should I feel this way? I am from the Valley clan. We are always beneath. And this young man lying in my bed… he is no one but the future king. I sat on the floor beside the bed, my chin resting against the wooden frame, my gaze fixed on his face. A face carved by the gods from the most precious stone, a visage too perfect, too cruel in its beauty. Designed not just to rule, but to imprison hearts. Like mine. I had called for help immediately. And help had come. After His Highness was brought into my room, my father had sprinted toward the Noble’s Wall, breathless, to spread word that his Highness was still alive. My eyes trailed over the sculpted lines of hi
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Pearl Gem “Please don’t tell me you are still daydreaming about His Highness.” My younger brother’s voice floated in from the doorway, dragging me back to the world I was so desperate to escape. I turned toward him, still clutching the pillow that had become my obsession. “Goodness, Gem,” He laughed. “He’s not coming back. And let’s be honest. Everyone believes you are going to end up with Royce.” “Royce is a best friend. Not a man to me!” I snapped, shooting up and chasing after him down the hallway. Laughter echoed through our little home as we dashed into the living room. My mother, busy serving lunch in the dining area, looked up with a small, knowing smile. My father, resting on the couch after a long day at the shop, barely spared us a glance before sighing like a man who had accepted his fate with unrushed exhaustion. It had been one month. One whole month since I had saved the Alpha Prince. Since he had left the Omega Ghetto without a single word. No goodbye. No
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Pearl Gem My father had once visited the Noble Wall, and when he returned, his words painted pictures of a heaven too perfect for people like us. I had believed him, of course, but a part of me always thought he had exaggerated. Until now. The massive iron gates of the Royal Castle groaned open for the royal car sent to collect me, and I didn’t bother hiding my awe. My eyes drank in the pristine roads, the manicured gardens, the towering white walls adorned with golden crests. Every inch of the royal domain radiated untouchable power. The car came to a halt before a domed marble structure that shimmered like a palace plucked from myth. And there, standing like a dream turned real, was Kade King. My heart swelled just at the sight of him. Before I could reach for the door, he was already there, opening it for me, one hand extended in silent invitation. I froze, stunned by the quiet gentleness of his gesture. His palm hovered patiently, and when I looked up at his face, h
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Pearl Gem Morning sun bath the chamber. Food and water came, delivered by court ladies with stone-cold faces, but never him. No warmth. No knock at the door. No golden eyes waiting on the veranda. Each hour stretched longer than the last. What I thought was a miracle, his proposal, his affection, twisted itself into something colder. Harsher. A cruel game I never saw coming. His Highness disappeared from my life completely. Then, on the third night, a maid came. “His Highness is ready to see you.” My heart suddenly leapt, wild with hope. I rushed out immediately, not thinking, not breathing, already rehearsing forgiveness for whatever excuse he might give. The rain fell gently on stone when I stepped into the veranda. And there he was. Kade King Majesty. Still magnificent. Still heartbreakingly beautiful. But different. His eyes, once a place of comfort, now held no warmth. Only distance. Only storm. “Your job is done here, Omega,” He said coldly, tossing a wad of
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Pearl Gem PRESENT The taxi rolled to a stop in front of what remained of my father’s old home. I paid the fare and stepped out. For a long moment, I stood still, staring at the worn-out structure that once held laughter, love, and life. Five years had passed since that night, but the pain hadn’t aged. It was still fresh. Still bleeding. Since then, I had worked endlessly. Days blending into nights. I took over my mother’s flower trade, I delivered blooms to those who ordered. I took over my father’s shoes trade, selling only to nobles outside the castle walls. I scrubbed noble floors, cleaned their home, smiled through their cruelty, all for moon coins to keep my brother alive in prison and my father breathing in a hospital bed. The only one who never left me… who never said “I told you so”… was Royce. My best friend. My only constant. But me? I had become a shell of who I once was. A storm bottled in a girl’s body. A ghost that no longer remembered what it meant to l
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Pearl Gem For what seemed like an eternity, His Majesty stood at the doorstep, silent, unmoving. I kept my head bowed, but I could feel his gaze. Heavy. Burning. His presence pressed down on me like a weight I’d tried so hard to forget. “You cut your long hair,” He finally said. That voice. That same deep, commanding voice that once stole my breath and everything I had held dear. It curled around me like smoke, dangerous, intoxicating, familiar. Slowly, I straightened to meet his eyes. Those golden eyes that once looked at me like I was nothing… now searched me with something else. Disappointment? Regret? I couldn’t tell. Either way, it didn’t matter. That hair was a relic. He liked it, so I had to let it go. It was my first act of defiance, of freedom. I couldn’t hold his gaze long. Nor could I ignore the soft, expensive scent of his cologne, rich, dark, and devastatingly familiar. It threatened to reveal memories I had buried deep. I glanced behind him. His motorca
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Kade King I rode away from the Omega Fortress with anger clawing my ribs and confusion gnawing my skull. Well, I have already been accustomed to that type of feelings. No Majesty is bred for peace, certainly not the lone son of the true Alpha King. Fear was my cradle, cruelty my tutor, a golden throne my cage. I am a man born of grief and raise in hate. I am Kade King Majesty, the single heir of a murdered monarch. Had death hasn’t been too cruel, I might have shared the burden with maybe a siblings; instead, I was forged in solitude and taught that spilled blood is a fair tax and that people, especially omegas, are coin to be spent. And I believed it all, until I met her. Five years ago I used a soft eyed omega to break Drizzel Uriah. I paid her in moon coins, left without backward glance, and vanished to Moonspire Citadel. There the five year Rite carved power into my bones and immortality into my veins. I thought that was all it would take. Use her, forget her, and move
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Pearl Gem The sky was still a pale, innocent blue that dawn when my cellphone began to ring. An early call was almost unheard of because no one in my sparse contact list would never want to hear an Omega’s voice first thing in the morning as it is said to bring bad luck. For a moment I simply stared at the glowing screen, wondering whether to answer or let it fade into silence. Curiosity won. I stretched across tangled sheets, picked the phone off the dresser, and slid my thumb across the glass. “Hello?” I muttered, voice soft with sleep. “Hi.” Time stopped, suspended like dust motes in a shaft of morning light because I recognized that deep, husky timbre instantly. The Alpha King of the Wolf Empire seldom spoke to anyone without layers of intermediaries, yet here he was, his breath still thick with sleep, reaching me directly. My stomach fluttered, equal parts dread and something dangerously close to anticipation. “Did I wake you?” He asked, quiet and possessive, as t
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Pearl Gem It was a beautiful day, bright sunlight glowing high above the city, when I stepped off the rattling public bus and walked the rest of the dusty road toward Shackles Keep, a place hidden from the loveliness of the Wolf Empire. A jail where my younger brother was locked away. The first day I set foot inside those stone walls to check on Bright, my eyes were swollen from crying and my hope felt lost. Seeing the way he'd been treated had made me want to die, but the words my brother spoke that day not only made me stand tall, they made me vow to repay him with every breath I have left. Bright is the biggest piece of my heart. After the tragedy, he and Father became my whole world, Royce too. No one else. Certainly not Kade King Majesty. Earlier that same morning, after hearing the King's voice on the phone, my foolish heart had thudded with something I didn't dare name. But the moment I crossed Shackles Keep's threshold and smelled the stench of sweat, fear, and stale
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