Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth Novels & Stories

I averted my gaze, holding on to that ache and making it something else, something stronger — my promise to keep her safe. I was sitting with a Silver Veil tablet whose screen was shattered on my lap. It was stolen from the remains of the lab. Runes scattered weakly across its darkened screen. My hands trembled as I typed through the code, and a memory slid in as a result of years of coerced repetition. And line after line it popped open until one message took my breath away. “Rebirth of Alpha requires a twin death. Power would have power. Blood should have blood.

And I could remember the last time he did, it was to quarrel and ask why I hadn’t prepared the pack ledger properly the way he commanded it, something that wasn't my duty but always handled by the beta. I left my chambers with my heart on my hands and followed Marta obediently through the stone corridors of Ravenfall manor. The whispers increased the moment my legs stepped into the hall. “There she is again. Still walking around with no pup in her belly, and to think it’s been what? Exactly two years?” “Poor Alpha. But he's full of regrets now for bringing her in.” “She was rumored to be an orphan, right? No real bloodline was found in her. No wonder misfortune is following her.”

In return, the Alpha had been too overjoyed to hear that they had acquired the best allies money could buy, and with that, they had also expanded their trade territories. As he looked around at the familiar faces and places, he couldn't help but remember that day. The day he rejected his mate and how the breaking bond had almost crippled him. The pain had subsided to a dull ache over the years and with time, it had evaporated into thin air. Now that he was back, his heart was beginning to come alive, and he hoped that maybe, just maybe, his perfect mate was closer than he thought, maybe she was right here, in his hometown. He smiled to himself as he thought of the possibility and walked with

Then at Zed who was biting the inside of his cheek to keep his face straight and failing noticeably. "I was stabbed tonight," I said. "I died. I was reborn in a supernatural kingdom in someone else's dress and told I have to marry three werewolf kings or the world ends and now I am finding out that the ceremony involves all three of you putting your teeth in my neck and calling it holy." I looked around the room at every elder, every attendant, every sacred official who had gathered to witness this moment. "Who came up with this?"

“Just like the pretty lady said.” Anyone witnessing the scene felt an inexplicable ache in their chest. The sight of the once-cold, untouchable Alpha clinging affectionately to the wife he had rejected was a shocking contrast—one that shattered everything they remembered.

I buried the wounds in my heart by drowning myself in the work. But today, when I received a call from the warden, I couldn’t sit still. For werewolves, childbirth is simple. Our wounds heal quickly. But I’ve heard that many human women die from complications during labor. "Alpha Damon, are you thinking about Talia?" Abby poured me a cup of coffee and gently massaged my shoulders. "If you’re worried about her, I can go check on her." "I don’t care about that bitch. I just promised her I would make sure she gives birth safely."

Lyra no longer recognized him as our mate. "You felt it," I spat, wiping blood from my mouth. "Our mate bond's hanging by a thread since you screwed that she-wolf." The moment my nails shifted back, I yanked at my shirt, the cedar scent from last night with Lionel still clinging to the fabric. "No way!" Esmond bellowed. His healing skin glistened under sunlight—damn Alpha regeneration. Suddenly he lunged, pinning me again. "Then we'll remake the bond. Right. Now."

“I’m done with this explanation, Alpha. You felt so weak that you barely moved, and now look at you! Roaming outside and making me uncomfortable with your personal details. You’re single, not expecting a child, I get it. But please pay some attention to your healing and let me finish my work. I don’t have centuries to waste time on you!” ‘Sometimes, you need to be harsh to get things done, but deep inside you, it always bothers you to be mean and selfish.’ That person in regret was me, coping up with a weird emotional dilemma in my peaceful home. For the next two days, Ciara absorbed the aura of the Sussurro clan and transferred it to Alpha, preparing his soul for a major ritual. However, th

This was someone playing a much deeper game. "She played us all," I muttered. "Or she learned how to play fast," Fenric corrected, rubbing the back of his neck. "She foiled her father, she rejected the Alpha, she took her inheritance, and she secured a safe, isolated home. All in less than twenty-four hours. That's a rebirth if I ever saw one." Rebirth. The word echoed in my mind. It felt like that. The woman in the hallway had been a stranger wearing Calla’s face.

I whispered. She swallowed hard. “Everything. Excluding the rebirth.” “And you didn’t think to tell me?” I breathed. “You were supposed to be the one person I could trust not to spill everything.” “He used his Alpha powers on me,” Viona admitted quietly. “I couldn’t resist. I had to tell him.”