Contemporary Web Novels & Omega Regret Stories

For eight years I cooked, cleaned, and raised another woman's pup while my husband drove two hours every weekend to stroke her hair. For eight years I smiled through pack meetings, swallowed my tears in empty hallways, and told myself this was what it meant to be a good Luna. Then I lost our pups. Alone. On a hospital bed. While he was posting photos at a festival with her. That was the last thing I did for free. My name is Leah Hargrove. I was never his Luna. I was his maid. And I am finally done.

The Warrior’s Anniversary was supposed to be Blaire’s chance to meet her fated mate again, but instead, it became the day her world fell apart. Finding Ares, the powerful Alpha destined for her, with another woman was devastating enough, but his cruel words, “You’re just not my type,” shattered her heart. Branded as average and rejected without mercy, Blaire becomes the target of his humiliation as he turns against her pack. Yet, beneath her heartbreak, a hidden power begins to awaken one that might get Ares on his knees begging her.

No wolf. No mate. No place in the world. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Ava Cole waited for her wolf — and nothing came. In a kingdom built on strength, that made her nothing. Laughed at, cast out, and abused by everyone who should have loved her — including her own family — Ava learned to survive in the shadows of a world that had no use for her. Then she met her fated mate. Alpha Jackson Edgar, the powerful Alpha of Night Howl, took one look at the wolfless girl fate had chosen for him and said the words that shattered what little was left of her: I reject you. Heartbroken and alone, Ava stopped believing in the moon goddess, in fate, and in the idea that anyone could ever truly want her. She was done with second chances. She was done with hope. Until the Lycan King came. Sebastian Reynolds didn't come to Night Howl looking for a mate. But the moment his eyes found Ava, the bond was undeniable — fierce, consuming, and impossible to ignore. He wasn't asking her to trust a bond she had already watched destroy her. He was asking her to trust him. But Ava has been broken before. And just as she begins to lower her walls, Jackson resurfaces — realising too late what he threw away, and refusing to let another man claim what he now believes is his. Two powerful men. One wounded woman. And a choice that will change the fate of the entire kingdom. Will Ava risk her heart again — or will she let fear decide her future?

“I Thalia Rose Laurel reject you, Alpha of Flame Valley Pack Knox Winslow.” I cry out, breaking the bond that never should have been. Ryan's eyes flash with horror, his gaze flickering between Knox and I. “Thalia no.” “Yes.” I blink through my tears. “Let me do what he didn't have the guts to do five years ago, what I should have done to us the moment he slammed my head into a wall while I was grieving my daughter!” “I'm sorry, Thalia.” Knox grabs my hand, but I can't stand to be touched by him. “Don't do this to us, to our-” “Let me end this Knox.” I choke out and it's the saddest plea I've ever uttered. “I started this obsessive diminishhing game between us so it's right I be the one to end it. Accept my rejection.” His head shakes, watching me with teary eyes. “I love you.” Knox won't let me go, but I'm ready to let him go, to let us go and so I do the one thing I can.... .………….. Thalia and Knox have had a rocky start to their relationship, and with Knox bullying wolfless Thalia when he knew she was his mate under the guise of oblivion. Knox falls for Thalia and she him but both know she doesn't meet the standard of what he wants in a mate and Luna, the two try to make their relationship work but Knox falls prey to his previous playboy lifestyle multiple times, hurting Thalia and ruining the little that's left of their relationship. Thalia's need to appear strong, and worthy of Flame Valley lands her in trouble, birthing the core reason for the major drift I'n their relationship. Their love is strong but can it overcome the deceptions and conspiracies that surround Them?

Being pregnant at a young age is not a very happy moment for an omega who has strict and not so loving parents. Kicked out of her house by her own parents, selling her body to save the lives of her little pups. A graded student never planned her life like this. And screaming at her top of the lung as for her dead pup was never something Irish has imagined. Going through so much hardship. Irish become a slut and whore for society and her parents. She was kicked out of her home and forced to live on the streets. But Just as the nights, a beautiful sunrise happened, just like this Irish life chanced after meeting an alpha who pity as well as disgusted by her presence.

“What am I doing? What were you doing, letting another man get that close to you?” “I don’t belong to you, Declan. I can let whoever I want get close to me. Take a hint.” I ran a hand down her arms, watching goosebumps rise. Her scent filled my senses, sweet and intoxicating, and every alpha nearby could smell it too. The urge to pull her away from everyone and keep her all to myself was almost unbearable. Instead, I drew her against me and buried my face in her hair. She smelled like everything I had ever wanted. Warmth. Comfort. Home. “Does he make you feel like this, Maeve? Does being near him make your instincts go wild the way they do with me?” She gasped, a blush spreading across her cheeks. Her reaction told me more than her stubborn denials ever could. She wanted me. And I was beginning to suspect she knew it too. *** One night. One mistake. One bond that refuses to break. It was supposed to be a freshman party: loud music, terrible drinks, no consequences. But when I locked eyes with him, I knew I was walking straight into trouble. I did it anyway. Now Declan is everywhere, searching for me, watching me, looking at me like I’m the one thing he can’t afford to lose. The possessive alpha he tries to control slips closer to the surface every time I remind him I belong to no one. But bonds don’t care about pride, and instincts don’t always listen to reason. The more I fight this, the harder it is to tell whether I’m running from him or daring him to follow. Because I never forgot that night either. And some knots were never meant to be broken.

Leo never pretended to love me, but I fell for him all the same. The day I lost my daughter - our daughter - because of him, and I followed after her, I was given another chance. A chance to right my wrongs and make sure history wouldn't repeat itself. I might have been scorned by him once, his wife only because duty dictated it, but now I would rather drink acid than have his child again... Leo could be with Aurora or whoever he fancied. I thought I had it all figured out: the cunning woman he loved and her minions who never failed to try to trap me weren't much of a problem if I played my cards right... the real issue was that Leo began to take notice of me, and I wasn't sure I liked it. I was desperately trying to forge my own path and walk out of his life, but it seemed he was having none of that!