Novel & Cerita Alpha's Regret After I Mated To His Brother

Alpha asked, staring fiercely back at him. "I've gotten comfortable in your seat, and one day I decided that I didn't want to lose this comfort. Hearing from your sister, who wanted me to send help because you've become weak after being rejected by your fated mate, I thought, Why not use it to my advantage to get rid of you myself?" his Beta answered proudly. His beta reminding him of his fated mate rejecting him made Alpha Brentwood even angrier. The hundred men surrounding him attacked him all at once.

The Alpha had stopped hitting the shield and was staring sorrowfully at his mate. "Please do not kill her" the Alpha resorted to begging... for he knew that nothing could be done by him. "She is a witch and as long as she is alive, she will continue to cause havoc in your pack and may even kill you someday" Valerie stated. The whole table had being quiet ever since the revelation. "SHE IS MY MATE DAMM IT!!!!" the Alpha's wolf roared. Valerie only smiled and approached the Alpha. "She was never your mate Alpha" and just like that, Valerie stretched her hands and the Alpha began to experience pain as he whined and clawed.

I smirked at him. “I know, I know. I was a cocky, stupid Alpha.” He looked down as he spoke, a bit of self-loathing in his tone. “But aren’t Alphas that way? At least for a period of time?” I asked, trying to make eye contact. He sighed but didn’t specifically respond. I could feel his regret. “Look, I am not mad at you. It happened and it is done. And, I am beyond happy that you are Maria’s mate.” I touched his arm, hoping that some sense of calming would come from my words and touch. He smiled.

Matt stared at me like he could not believe what he was hearing. “You think I’m going to sit here and let you ruin my life because of some stupid mistake?” he yelled. “A mistake?” I repeated. I stepped closer to him and the anger in my eyes was enough for him to take a step back, as he looked lost. “You slept with your wife’s best friend, Matt. You betrayed the woman you promised to protect. And when everything came out, you still showed no regret.” “That’s not your problem!” he shouted. “It is my problem,” I said firmly. “Because I am the Alpha.”

They were blindly loyal to their Alpha. Well, if that was how they wanted to live, then I was more than happy to accommodate them. "You think I'm happy about this?" Marcus asked me, and his next words struck a chord in me. "I'm the Alpha! I'm supposed to mate a Luna. Not even a wolf, that's not where my standards are–a Luna. And you're just a human. Do you have any idea what this is doing to me and my pack? I've lost every standing. Every ounce of respect, gone, because my mate is a weak human girl."

With pure venom dripping from my tongue, I sneer, "I despise your dominance. My beast has never loved your soul. Even if the entire continent were wiped out and your lungs were the last ones breathing on this earth, my heart would still never choose you as my Alpha." I spin violently on my heel and storm across the gravel without a single hesitation. My eyes instantly catch sight of a heavy black motorcycle parked near the weapon cache. Without pausing to ask for permission, I snatch the leather helmet from the handlebars, climb onto the seat, and kick the starter with my boot. The engine roars to life with a deafening, predatory growl, and I tear out of the courtyard in a cloud of thick dus

For that one moment I truly believe he'll end this nightmare. Then his features twist into pure disgust, and he shoves me. My back hits the wall. A growl rips through the room, low, savage, not Derek's. Everyone freezes. Derek's head snaps toward his brother. Harvey's jaw is locked tight, his face carved from stone, looking as blindsided by the sound as the rest of us. He folds it into a sneer so fast I almost believe I imagined it. "Touching, brother," Derek says flatly. Then, to me, cold in a way I've never heard: "You're not crying because you're hurt. You're crying because trapping the Alpha didn't work. We're done. The mating is off."

He forcefully channeled the vast Alpha energy within him into the broken fang. It was a forbidden resurrection technique among werewolves. An Alpha could exchange his life for the soul of a werewolf in his pack. "Elina, come back. I'll give up my life for yours. Please don't leave me." But it was all pointless. The dead couldn't be resurrected after their fang had been broken. I watched as he threw away his life force like it meant nothing. It wasn't until blood streamed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth that his face turned ashen.

My grandmother stood with her back to us, speaking to the tall alpha. “…will cut the bond clean. One slice across the mark and they lose everything. Power. Connection. Each other. Name your price.” The alpha reached for the dagger. Milrac moved first. I felt the command ripple through the bond before he acted. The alpha froze mid-reach, eyes wide. I pushed with him, locking the man in place. Grandmother spun. Her eyes met mine. For one heartbeat she looked almost proud. Then rage twisted her face. “You,” she hissed.

“I’ve been waiting for you. Tell me you’ve spoken to the human.” Human? My blood ran cold. No. No way. He wasn’t— Dr. Phil turned to me and pointed. “Here she is. She’s the one. Though, she’s refusing.” A strange silence filled the room as the man turned back to me, this time his gaze sweeping over me with scrutiny, like he was assessing every inch of me. His eyes flickered to my stomach, and then suddenly, it clicked. He was the alpha. He was the man whose sperm had been mistakenly used.