Alpha Regret Novels & Stories

All they had to trust was the word of the other alphas and the conviction that I had put in the wolves thereby making them to be able for the incoming war. “I understand that most of you do not believe I am real, neither have most of you seen me, but as of now, are there still any doubts?” I asked, looking at each and everyone of them as they stared into me, trying to see past the human-looking girl seated at the chair meant for an alpha. “I do have one question” it was an alpha I didn’t recognize. “Go on, but first, tell me. What is your name, Alpha?” “I am alpha Vanarg of the blue light pack” he said, proudly. I vaguely remembered Alicent mentioning it among the list of packs that had join

A reason I might believe this man's memory loss story ' He explained to her and she answered sharply. ' What are you suggesting?' ' He's an asset we shouldn't throw away that easily. I know you don't believe in the moon goddess but I think he's your mate for a reason, he's an Alpha of Alphas. We've not seen one in this world before, Allegra' He told her in the calmest way possible. 'I know. What if he's an enemy with plans to end me? Let's even get to assume his memories are gone, what if they get restored? I can't just take chances with no caution' Alpha Allegra told him.

the bouncer instructs, leading the troublemaker away. “Wow, it feels good to stand up for someone; I hope that idiot didn't scare you too much,” the tiny lady says, showing genuine concern. The way she scrunches up her nose makes her look cute, with long lashes that would make many jealous and a pixie cut that only she can pull off. “It’s alright, I am fine. Thank you for sticking up for me tonight,” I express my gratitude. She waves it off. "It was nothing. By the way, my name is Alessia. What is yours?" Her name is just as pretty as she is, which feels entirely unfair.

Her throat felt tight, her skin prickling with the weight of his disdain. “I’m sorry, Alpha,” she murmured, lowering her gaze. She could feel Lynx stirring within her, a low growl rumbling from deep within her wolf’s chest, but she forced herself to remain still, to keep her defiance hidden beneath a mask of submission. She was too weak to fight back, too low in rank, too broken to ever hope for anything else. She was an omega—nothing more, nothing less. Rhett’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he turned away, his expression hardening into a mask of indifference. "Remember your place," he said, his voice a cold, cutting whisper that left her heart aching with a pain she couldn

You came early. Freya adjusted her grip slightly. I wanted to start. He looked at her quietly. Good. Silence settled between them. Not uncomfortable. Not heavy. Different. Freya slowly lifted her eyes. Where do we start Alpha Kael folded his arms. Control. Her face tightened slightly. That again. You keep saying control. Because that is your problem. She looked away. No. My problem is people trying to kill me. A small smile appeared briefly on his face. That too.

Alpha Gregory did nothing when his mate was killed. “You know, I would have gone after the people who killed my darling mate, but I forgave them even without them asking for forgiveness because there is no end to war. It eats deep even after it is over. The trauma and the pain it leaves are so great. So just wait on the goddess and pray so the witches bring back your mate to you.” He sounded like he was going to cry. “I appreciate your kind words, Alpha, but I won't leave the fate of my Luna to chance. If it is the war the witches want, they will get it; they ask for it, and I will succeed whether you decide to join me or not."

Of course, many packs don't. It's not uncommon for alphas to intentionally make themselves and their warriors sound a bit more ruthless and bloodthirsty than they actually are. A little fear helps set healthy boundaries and can make your enemies think twice, but I'm not so sure that's the case here. They have a roughness about them, a darkness. "Mam," the gamma tips his chin at me and makes a weird motion with his hand, like a cowboy with an invisible hat, "Bradley Walters, Blood Moon gamma. Where can we set up camp?"

Gerald was indeed the alpha material, Lucine sincerely acknowledge. Gerald, the older son, had always been assumed to be the next Alpha, but a tragic event in the past had changed the pack's dynamics. A few years ago, Gerald had been involved in a brutal fight with a rival pack, leaving him with a severe injury that had taken a long time to heal. During his recovery, their father, Alpha Marcus, had begun to doubt Gerald's ability to lead, fearing his impulsiveness and aggression would put the pack in danger.

"And I'm not apologising. Your sister was collateral damage in a war I didn't start. Lady Eden is the one who killed her. I was simply doing what any Alpha would do—protecting what's mine." "Collateral damage?" Peggy's voice shook with rage. "She wasn't collateral damage, she was a person! She was my sister! She was all I had and you—" "I'll give her a proper burial," Alpha said, speaking over her anger. "A funeral. Whatever you need. And I'll provide you with financial compensation—let's say two million dollars. That should be more than enough to cover your loss and set you up comfortably for the foreseeable future." Peggy's mouth fell open. "You think you can pay me off? You think money ma

I glanced toward Dax and noticed the way his jaw clenched tightly, his muscles tense. “That slave is all yours now, Dax, no take-backs and we will feast on this new human! It’s settled!” He was almost bouncing on his combat shoes with excitement, eyes gleaming like a predator that had just caught the most prized prey. And I couldn't blame him. The girl who had just arrived as the latest sacrifice was undeniably beautiful. Young too... maybe around my age. “You… are the ones they call the Alphas?” she asked. “Yes, we are,” Ragnar answered quickly, puffing out his chest, already playing the part of a proud beast showing off his territory.