After She's Terminal The Alpha Regrets Novels & Stories

I snarled. Alpha Alex cleared his throat moving backwards. Fiona scoffed, "We weren't entertaining you either." I sent her a look. "Be careful how you touch my sister." I warned sending him a look. "He's my mate for crying out loud!" She frowned. "It's okay Fiona." Alex smiled holding her hand. "I'm sorry Alpha King." But from the glint in his eyes, I knew he was not sorry. Fiona whispered something in his ears before turning to me with a smile on her face.

The mirror's surface rippled, and a new scene appeared. A month had passed since Ethan's death. The pack had a new Alpha now—a fair and just wolf chosen by the council. The pack was healing from the scandal of an Alpha who had sentenced his mate to death. I saw Caleb again, standing alone on a cliff overlooking the sea. He had lost weight, his once-strong frame now leaner, harder. He held something in his hand—a small silver charm in the shape of a wolf. "I should have told you," he whispered to the charm. "I should have fought for you."

Its Alpha was on the ground, sobbing like a man who had nothing left to fight for. I crouched beside him, not to comfort, but to speak the words I knew he needed to hear. “Let her go,” I said, voice low, almost tired. “You lost her long before I ever showed up. And every second you waste clinging to what’s gone… you’re killing what’s left of your pack.”

she said with emphasis. I nodded and then walked out of the room with Snow. "What happened?" Snow asked seriously. "I couldn't let our Alpha live in his delusional world, so I told him the actual facts that our Luna was dead. My words were hush, but they were enough to let Alpha Ridge take over," I said as Snow smiled. "He said he was dying, that's all he could say," I whispered sadly as his smile vanished. "Talic, what are we going to do? I fear the Alpha may be dying," he said as I felt my heart ache.

I step out of her jeep, and she pulls out before I can properly shut the door. I stand there a few seconds until I can no longer see her Jeep and hear a chuckle from behind me. I turn and it’s Alpha Terrence, he shakes his head, “Alpha Christov, perhaps she is just too old for you, set in her ways and has her own agenda, she is an Alpha and you seem to be looking for a Luna, someone who will be submissive for you." He raises his hands to me in surrender, “Sorry, I shouldn’t get involved, it’s none of my business.” He opens the door to his car, and I cock a brow at him, “leaving so soon, I thought it was your night to observe the club?”

When I burned the clues, Sienna first could not believe her own eyes, and later her disappointment turned into resentment, which escalated to the point of our fallout. Sienna was originally not interested in the position of Alpha Female. As a woman, it was simply a fairy tale to defeat her brother and become the Alpha Female. However, she had to take this position to uncover the truth of what happened that year. Only the Alpha had the absolute status and wealth that would make her qualified to negotiate terms with the witch. Thus, she killed her half-brother and poisoned her Alpha father's cup so that he could no longer have any other children.

He begged. Dante stared at the steering wheel. "Killian, after everything that happened last night, I can't believe we are back in the same position, and your decisions still suck!" He painfully shook his head. "Bro, you literally look like one of those zombies from that Rick Grimes TV show right now—and you want to go to her like this?" "Please," Alpha begged, even more broken and dying. "Take me to her." Kael looked at Dante over the front seat. Their eyes met.

"The Supreme Alpha has just gone to his bedroom after overseeing the final stages of the rites. And he also announced that Margaret's burial would be in two days." I clicked my tongue and tilted my head, a gesture that had become my signature expression of disgust over the years. "Oh, my poor father," I said, my voice taking on a tone of fake sympathy. "I can't believe he just shot himself in the foot like that, thinking he's transferring the mark from Margaret to Emma. I wonder how exactly he would feel if he found out that his precious granddaughter is not the bearer but mine is. I'm sure he would collapse." I let out another laugh.

“And there was nothing I could do. I searched for a cure. I tried everything…” His fists clenched tightly. “But there was no cure.” His voice cracked. “The wound got worse. She started losing her mind. Attacking people. Destroying everything around her…” His eyes shut briefly. “She wasn’t herself anymore.” Aiden stood still, his chest rising and falling slowly. “The true alpha killed her…” Alaric said, opening his eyes again, staring straight at him. “And now she’s going to kill you too.” A pause. Then his voice softened slightly, pleading now.

“I don’t get it either but I’m just trying to be thankful that even though these visions are gruesome, at least they give us an edge over the rogues. They’re keeping us one step ahead of them and could end up saving countless lives. That has to count for something.” Both Micah and Liam nodded their heads, taking sips of their liquor. It was going on nine o'clock and the anticipation to hear what was happening was killing me. Storm was antsy in my head, pacing back and forth. He wanted to rip each and every rogue to pieces. We sat in silence for a while, occasionally making small talk when the quiet became too much. We’d each had a few more glasses of bourbon, the liquor helping take the edge