Alpha Regret Novels & Stories

Alpha Daltons POV I was running so hard and the anger inside me was so consuming that I missed the trail to Green Cove. I circled back and ran down the trail where I saw my Beta and Gamma sitting on the lake bank behind some large bushes. I skidded to a halt right next to them and lowered myself on to my haunches. “Hey y’all, someone left me another jar on the damn porch again this morning so excuse me if I’m a little late.” Nick growled low and mind linked the both of us, “These mother fuckers are gonna keep on with us and there gonna be a blood bath on their hands.” I huffed in agreement. I kept my eyes trained on the bank of the other side of the lake. I saw the park rangers, forensic tea

Alpha Killan's irritation was obvious as his fist made a resounding thud against the table. “Bullsh*t! I'm not joking! Our lives are at stake!" Killan's mind was clouded with frustration as they struggled to make sense of the situation at hand. Doubts crept in, causing them to question whether any of it truly mattered. "Excuse me, dear Alphas, my Alpha is absolutely right. The alliance between rogues and witches is a formidable force to be reckoned with. Not like we are doing now. You don't want to believe Alpha Killan, even though everything he says is true." The Alphas were struck by the profound impact that Beta Cato's response had on the conversation.

“Jonathan’s not flagged in the ATRY (Alpha Temperament Registry). No therapy record. Nothing. And he’s been around kids? Around Sebastian? Around you.” Tomas Moreno walked past pushing a cart overloaded with motion sensors and steel cable. “He shouldn’t have made it past the court gate,” he muttered. Felix, behind him, said nothing. He just dropped a bolt cutter into the cart with a sharp clang. The hospital filed paperwork fast and clean. Alpha Imprint Psychosis. Medical code 9.3.A-IP. A rare, scent-triggered condition of neurological override—legal shorthand for what happens when a bonded Alpha sees red.

“It’s it wonderful with years of planning come together nicely.” “Plans change.” Darin stood up. “After seeing you, I wanted you for a mate. If I kill Alec, I will now be named Alpha of that pack without having to fully attack now, or we could still do that.” “Long story short, kill Penny, Alec and Colt and gain all this area for yourself.” I clarified. “Correct.” Alpha Rip smiled. “However, we do need your help with the programing of this.” Hitting a button, an aerial shot of Blue Fang back came into view with a target covering it all. The worst part, it was all live footage.

I turned the page, dreading what came next, but knowing I had to see it through. “An Almega is the result of the deadly combination of Alpha and Omega blood. The Almega wolf is unstable, caught between the strength and dominance of the Alpha and the submissive, primal instincts of the Omega. This imbalance creates a creature that is feral, uncontrollable, and filled with an insatiable urge to kill. Once the wolf gains control, the human counterpart is lost. Permanently.” My breath caught in my throat, and I felt the world tilt beneath me. My mind reeled as I tried to process what I was reading.

Their worried looks frightened me long before I felt Deindra grab me from behind. His grip on my wrist was so tight that I teared up a bit at the pressure. “I greet thee, Alpha Aelfric Beaumont. This humble beta wolf welcomes you.” “Fuck you.” Al straight up raised his middle finger at his old beta. The distaste in his eyes were so clear when he addressed Deindra. “Stop calling yourself beta when you only got that place because of your father. It was his last request that I chose to grant. If it were up to me, I would have picked a different beta. Someone who isn’t a spoiled wanna be alpha.” Al smirked. “I let you play alpha for a while, but now that I am back, you retaliate and cry like a b

Alex looked over to where Ash was looking and saw four people. One was a long, black-haired female with good style who looked older and clearly was an alpha. And an arm was wrapped around her by a man who is clearly his mate, and he is also Alpha. Next to them was a boy who was like a teenager's kid and was also an Alpha. He was holding hands with a pretty lady with brown, shaggy hair and glasses. She was a beta. He saw the four of them make their way towards a table. Alex looked over at Ash and grabbed his hand gently as he led them to the table his siblings were at with their drinks in their free hands.

I said to him sitting on the floor where I fell and nursing my temple. "And you need to watch what you say about my family," he retorted in anger. Darrell hasn't been the same ever since his mother, who's the Luna of our pack was accused of murder; it is claimed she allegedly killed the Beta of our pack who was formerly the Gamma but rose in ranks through 'dubious' means. Before he maneuvered his way to that position, my father was Beta; but Darrell chose to keep me as his Beta and made sure everyone in our generation referred to me as such. It honestly felt weird, bearing the Beta title while my dad bore the Gamma title.

A tear fell down my chin, Trevor wiped it away with his finger, leaning his head onto my shoulder. "Makes sense why Alpha Wartor is not a fan of your Father. He wanted to start a war back then, but nobody knew why. He came to my Father to ask for their help." Trevor stated. The news had me shook, because I had no idea. My Father was starting wars with every pack in town. But now the others in this room understood that even though I was the Alphas daughter, he would still kill me if he had the chance.

“Alpha is sick.” *