Novel & Cerita Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth

When he finally pulled away, I was left completely breathless. His smile was radiant. Beautiful. Happier than I had seen in years. “Please allow me to travel with you,” he said, lifting the suitcase slightly. “Because I’ve realized I cannot win you back from an office thousands of miles away while you’re in Moonglow.” I stared at him in disbelief. “But… you’re Alpha.” “I resigned.” The words nearly knocked the air from my lungs. But the joy shining across his face was impossible to fake. For the first time in years, Luciano truly looked free.

And she… she was the ghost of a woman with a heart bigger than the kingdom I ruled. A woman who gave everything and was left with nothing. The council wouldn’t accept her. But they didn’t know her. They didn’t know the fire she held under all that quiet. The way she never stopped fighting, even when the world turned its back. They didn’t know how I looked at her and forgot who I was supposed to be. But once I brought her back, they would accept her. They’d have no choice. I was the Alpha King. And I wasn’t asking.

That's when I realized: I was never his only mate. I buried those memories and said evenly, "Blake, I'm not making assumptions about your relationship." "Relax. I know Catherine's young. She was just playing a joke. I'm not angry. I'm just tired." Surprise flickered across Blake's face. I didn't look at him again. I turned and walked toward the apartment on the west side of the pack grounds. After I died in my past life, my soul drifted above my body. That was when I learned the truth: I was the Alpha King's only daughter. A curse had sealed my scent and my abilities since childhood.

Her cries echoed through the stone corridors that would later be scrubbed clean of her existence. It told of how she was bound to a stake outside the pack borders. Just before the fire was lit, Kira spoke for the final time. The curse was recorded in full, stating how she vowed that from the Alpha's own lineage would rise a powerful hybrid–one that would have all the powers to heal or kill anyone she chooses. Then she burned. I closed my eyes, rubbing them hard as if that might erase the images my mind had already built. My head throbbed, and my shoulders ached with the weight of history pressing down on them.

The pack house was lively that evening with warm light spilling from the chandeliers, the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine lingering in the air after dinner. Women gathered near the staircase, their hushed voices carrying easily into the open hall. “The Alpha still hasn’t returned?” “I heard he plans to stay behind for three more weeks.” “His wife gave birth but he’s staying three more weeks just to clear out rogues?” “Tch. I don’t feel sorry for her. That’s what Carrie Pietro gets for trapping the Alpha with her shameless father.”

The only thing she can do is to get better for Kayla, for her son, for herself, and for whatever lay ahead. The ride back to his pack was heavy with silence. Alpha Damien stared out the window, lost in thought. The image of Stephanie lying on the hospital bed replayed in his mind, bringing with it a flood of memories and regrets. He couldn't shake the guilt gnawing at him. His past actions had hurt her deeply, and seeing her in such a vulnerable state had forced him to confront the reality of his behavior.

I look around in panic, unsure of what to do, how to act or what to say when I see none other than Douglas’s ex, Bethany stood just outside the group of us surrounding my lifeless son. My eyes fall to her growing bump under her hands, and I wonder whether our future Alpha is inside her… whether the rumours are true, or if she was in fact faithful to my boy. If that baby is Douglas’s, my grandchild, then we may have a hope of saving him… I was taught all the legends as a child; If an Alpha is close to death and they have a child, a drop of the child’s blood can restart their heart, and bring them back.

“Alpha… the woman before you is not the same Lyra who once bore your mark. Her soul has been rewritten.” Kieran’s eyes burned gold again, not with rage this time, but confusion and fear. My lips parted as the truth sank in, every piece of my past colliding with this cruel reality. The seer’s voice broke the silence one last time, trembling like a verdict. “The Moon has returned what death took, Alpha. You are mated to a reborn.” The torches flared, the air thickened, and for a minute, no one dared to breathe. Kieran’s gaze locked on me, his voice sounded low and empty. “Then tell me, who are you really?”

' Then looking at me thoughtfully, continued, I heard that Alpha Christopher sacrificed his life for his brother. Such a noble deed!' 'Yes. And it nearly killed me. But he has been raised back to life by a witch friend of his called Wendy', I said sadly. 'And what is that long face for?' she asked, searchingly. 'What are you sad about if he's been brought back from the dead?' 'I do not have access to him anymore. He came back with a lost memory. He does not recognize me', I lamented. 'I am happy with this news of my Pregnancy but I can't even share the joyful news with the pup's father because of this'.

The pack disperses gradually, offering quiet condolences as they pass me. That night, I dream. I stand once more in the clearing—but it is brighter. The air hums. Lucas stands beneath the oak sapling—only now it is fully grown, towering and strong. He looks. Confident. Smiling. Alive. “You’re crying again,” he says gently. “I’m sorry ” I reply. He steps closer, brushing his thumb beneath my eye. “I am not gone,” he murmurs. “An Alpha does not disappear. He becomes the strength in those he loved, he is reborn.”