Alpha Regret Novels & Stories

An alpha. "W-who are you?" I grabbed the metal that slipped my hand earlier. I don't know, but there's this menacing aura around him that is stopping me from looking elsewhere. This isn't good. I would be dead if he attacked me, I lost a lot of strength earlier. The gamma's still lying on the floor. Is he dead? "I asked you, who are you?" But again, he didn't answer me. He just stood there, staring intensely at me. I slowly pulled myself up, our eyes never left each other.

The Alpha could save himself. *****

The pine and frost scent hit me like a physical blow, a phantom memory so sharp it made my teeth ache. I spun, heart hammering against my ribs, but the white void was empty. Just me, the lingering echo of a forgotten Alpha, and the System’s silent, mocking presence. “Screw this,” I muttered, the words a low growl in the sterile air. “Screw you, screw the game, screw my traitorous family, and screw this goddamn amnesia.”

“Jasper, we can't choose Luther as the Alpha King. He's literally a walking red flag. Scarlet might die!” Jasper ignored her. His eyes were on mine. “By tradition, Luther is meant to be the next Alpha King. And nothing will stop him, not even you, Scarlet,” Jasper leaned forward, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips were set. “Are you in or are you out?” I fisted my hands at my sides. “I'm all in.” I felt like a chicken being led to the slaughter house but instead of fighting for freedom, I volunteered my death.

Kael was a classic Alpha predator: he wouldn't attack the fortress head-on until he had measured the strength of its king. Jack knew he couldn't handle this alone. Ben Carter was a wizard with numbers, but useless in a fight. Alia Chen, the brilliant young hacker he had recently taken under his wing and was keeping in a secure, remote location, could rule the digital world but was vulnerable in the physical one. He needed muscle. He needed a warrior. He needed his Beta.

That was totally forbidden, although the only thing we had in common was the existence of the Alphas, Betas and Omegas, which was handled in the same way. In that balanced way. Nobody broke the rules and had control of some things, although it was not something that would last forever, there was always someone who damaged everything. One day I witnessed a battle between two wolf packs. It was night and everything around was dark, the only thing that illuminated the area was the moon. Of the two packs that were fighting place. I had heard that there was a rivalry to prove who was the stronger of the two, but what sparked that incident was that a member of one of them had caused a feud between

His wolf was clawing at him, growling at his lack of action, at not claiming what was theirs. “My name is Tasha. And yes, I do feel that same pull. Yes, the urges are a pain in the ass. And that’s exactly why you’re here—for the wrong reasons. Not because you truly want me, but because your wolf’s pushing you too hard and the urges are bugging you too much. Well that’s not good enough for me.” “I stepped down from Alpha.” She was so startled she couldn’t speak for a few seconds. “What?” “My old Beta is now Alpha.”

“You’re absolutely right, and I am deeply sorry about that. I wasn’t just thinking straight after I saw Em in pain, and when I heard your warning howl, I just... I wanted to help. I wanted to do something and that's why I react like that.” “Reacting without thinking is exactly your problem. Alpha Christian has been more than generous by turning a blind eye to what happened today, and trust me, the last thing I need is some hotshot outsider alpha coming into my house, making challenges, and stirring up trouble that could get my daughter killed.” Wait, what? Killed? What would I get killed over that? Isn’t he just being a little too dramatic? “It wasn’t a challenge,” Alex said quietly. “Then w

Ava’s power prickled beneath her skin, reacting instinctively to the foreign energy around her. They entered the war hall—a circular chamber crowned with a dome of stained glass. The floor was polished dark wood, the walls lined with maps, weapon racks, and banners bearing the East Pack crest: a silver wolf with eyes like fire. And in the center stood Alpha Rhian. He was older than Ashton, but no less commanding. His silver-streaked hair was pulled back into a knot, and his eyes were piercing and strange—like moonlight through smoke. His presence quieted the room the moment they stepped inside.