Alpha's Regret After I Mated To His Brother の小説・ストーリー

His life shouldn't have been like this. He deserved to have a more honorable death than the one which presented itself at his door. He wasn't supposed to die now, yeah, it wasn't the time for his death. The onlookers were in shock when they saw the way their Alpha looked. It seemed as if he had accepted his death just like that. Well, they couldn't help it. There was no way they could fight against the Alpha's mate who was now a machine. They couldn't even win against her when she had her emotions as a human talk more or less when she was turned into a killing machine.

One that needs to be put in her place at every turn. He has since taken another mate. A chosen mate. Not a fated or a second chance mate because an Alpha is stronger with a mate. I've heard rumours that Father was ready to give up after my mother died but his Beta and best friend got him out of it. I believed the story myself, until I found out the truth.

He admitted. I took his hands, “We are in this together, never forget that.” But he gave no response to that and that’s all it took for me to know there was something troubling him. “What is it, dad?” “I spoke to the Alpha,” he said and from the tone of his voice, I could tell that the meeting hadn’t exactly gone well. “And?” “I’m confused. He kept calling you his mate,” I worked my hands through my hair, unsure of how I was going to explain this. “That’s because I am his mate—yes, I know that shouldn’t be possible but it is. I can feel the bond just as much as he can.”

“That’s not how a true mate treats their counterpart. That’s not what the legends describe.” I rub a hand over my face, suddenly feeling the weight of my decades more acutely than I have in years. “And between us,” I say, the admission bitter on my tongue, “I regret that.” The words hang between us, perhaps the first genuine expression of remorse I’ve allowed myself in the fifty years I’ve been Alpha. Admitting weakness goes against everything I’ve built my reign upon, yet the truth of it cannot be denied—not with the evidence of our matching marks and the ancient text before us.

My pack members needed to know how it feels to live without their mates. "Tell me more lies, mom." I grabbed the bottle of Brandy and gulped the half bottle down straight. "Did you ever try to find your mate? Do you even know how it feels here," I pointed my finger toward my heart whilst I looked at her coldly before continuing, "to have a true mate and lose her?" "Alphas are selfish," she let out a depressed chuckle. "How could I expect you to be different from your father?" She facepalmed herself and shook her head in disappointment while keeping a bitter smile on her face.

I haven’t gotten to finish my words when the next thing he said shatters me. “Oh, please. I don’t think you deserve someone like me. A mere commoner and omega like you are not suitable for the future alpha of this pack. Do you really think I will help you and embrace you with open arms?” He said then harshly held my chin while looking into my eyes, “You are not the mate that I want and the girlfriend that I have right now will be the Luna of this pack, so let me tell you this, I rejected you as my mate. You got that?”

"Whether you like it or not, Alpha Ralph, this is happening today." His words carried a grim finality as he continued, "Remember your mother, Alpha Ralph? She trusted a human, claiming him to be her mate. But in the end, he betrayed her. That betrayal led to her death and left many of our pack members lost and fatherless. Do you want history to repeat itself?" "Don't bring my mother into this," I snapped, cutting him off. "Her situation doesn't match what you're saying about my mate. It's a different matter entirely."

She gasped, hands digging into the dirt, her wolf curling small inside her chest. “Pathetic,” Marcus hissed, his face inches from Damien’s. “This is what makes you weak. You mistake lust for loyalty. You mistake hunger for strength. A true Alpha does not bend for love — he bends others to him.” Damien’s lungs burned. His vision blurred at the edges. But through the haze, the bond pulsed, fierce and stubborn, pulling him toward Emilia even as Marcus’s grip crushed him. Her voice cut through the roar in his ears, soft but steady. “Damien—”

The finality in his tone left no room for doubt, cementing the reality of my situation in my mind. Alpha Mark had completely misinterpreted my intentions, believing I desired the Alphas as my mate. Summoning every ounce of courage, I felt compelled to articulate my feelings about the mating issue. “I don’t want to be the Alpha's mate; I simply want to live my life in the shadows, just as I always have,” I replied cautiously, ensuring my tone was measured and respectful so as not to provoke his anger.

“But he allowed himself to be corrupted by love. They all did—but his was… excessive. Enough for him to challenge me.” His gaze hardened. “And for that, he must pay the price.” My chest constricted as the witches’ chanting grew louder, the words foreign and sharp, cutting through the air like serrated blades. Rough hands tore at my clothes, exposing my skin to the cold and to their gaze. “And when his brothers return,” Alpha Armon went on calmly, “I will tell them how their mate went mad. How she murdered their beloved mother in her own room.” He smiled again. “And how I, a grieving husband, avenged her.”