Alpha's Regret After My Death Novels & Stories

Rose's father, getting Rose's signal, immediately grabbed Rose's hand and deliberately raised his voice: "Alpha, why are you still coming here? Rose was injured by your political enemies and poisoned with silver. Her life is ending. It's all because of you." Rose's father extended his hands as if to drive Marcus away. Rose struggled to stop him, "Dad, don't blame the Alpha. I don't blame him. I asked him to come. My dying wish is to hold a mating ceremony with the Alpha. As long as the Alpha fulfills this wish, I'll die without regrets."

Within eighteen years, if I could make one of the four Alphas fall in love with me, I would be resurrected in my original human world. Eighteen years. Four men. Not one. Fate, it seemed, had already decided I didn't deserve to live. I turned and walked away, pulling out the wolfsbane I had prepared. The acrid, bitter stench of it filled my nostrils. Burning. Toxic. The scent of death. Freya, no. Snow's voice whimpered inside my head. My wolf. My other half. The only warmth I had known in this world. Please. Don't do this.

"Leaving the rear guard stranded." "Relax," the second man said. He flicked his cigarette butt into the brush. "We called it in. The retrieval team is an hour out. Besides, no one is following us. The Alpha is dead. The mercenaries are busy picking their teeth with the Council guards." "I heard the black wolf took a dose of the liquid bane," the third man laughed. "He was drooling on himself when we left. Pathetic." The rage that exploded in my chest was white hot. It blinded me for a second.

I stood up from the chair where I sat immediately, crying profusely. The Alpha was gone. He had gone back to sleep. He was…dead. Tears streaked my face as I stared at his still body. I couldn’t do it. Oh! Sylvia warned me. I had only ended up killing the Alpha faster – the same way I did my mother. Why was I so cursed, huh? Why? I turned around and scurried out of the room immediately, ignoring the men at the door. “Didn’t you say Tracey asked you to wait?” One of the guards asked, but I didn’t even turn to look at any of them as I just continued scuttling away.

Her nails slash through his throat followed by a tremendous gushed-out blood. ‘’You should have listened to your best friend on that night when he said, people like me can't be trusted’’ Those were the last words Alpha Roger heard before every life in him died away. He regretted nothing. All he wished was for the safety and protection of his only son. Henrietta was busy caressing the cheeks of her now dead husband when some gammas came from behind, all armed and alarmed by the dead body on the floor. They had all felt his link snap away. They knew he was dead. ’Turn around, who goes there… she killed the alpha’’

"The Supreme Alpha has just gone to his bedroom after overseeing the final stages of the rites. And he also announced that Margaret's burial would be in two days." I clicked my tongue and tilted my head, a gesture that had become my signature expression of disgust over the years. "Oh, my poor father," I said, my voice taking on a tone of fake sympathy. "I can't believe he just shot himself in the foot like that, thinking he's transferring the mark from Margaret to Emma. I wonder how exactly he would feel if he found out that his precious granddaughter is not the bearer but mine is. I'm sure he would collapse." I let out another laugh.

"Are you the patient's family? His condition is critical. We need you to sign." I shook my head. "No. We were never mated." I turned and walked away. Behind me, I heard Zane crying. That night, the ward called. Zane was dead. Everything between us played back in my mind. He went from the boy who used to follow me around calling my name, to the ruthless, cold-blooded Alpha he became. For a moment, I almost believed he had turned back into that boy who only knew how to follow me around. I cut the mating gown to shreds with my scissors.

Darius‚ who had been lowering himself into his chair‚ went completely still. The words hit me somewhere deep. Because Gertrude wasn't talking about some abstract idea. She was talking about me. The real me. The woman who was strapped to a table every two weeks while they took her blood. The woman who died on an operating table while her husband sat in a meeting about territory borders. I wanted to scream. I wanted to slam my hands on the table and tell this entire room exactly who I was. Instead‚ I smiled. "I appreciate the warm welcome‚" I said. "Really. Nothing says pack unity like accusing your Alpha of killing his first wife within ten seconds of meeting the second one."

“Before I forget myself and do something we’ll both regret.” For a moment, Noah looked as though he might refuse—like he might open his mouth and try to convince me otherwise. But then, slowly, he pushed himself to his feet and strode toward the door without a word. He left without looking back. Only once he was gone did I let out the breath I had been holding. I sank down onto the edge of the bed, clutching my robe closed with shaking hands. It would all be over soon, I told myself. Soon, I would finally be free—free to put this pack and its heartbreaks behind me for good, and return to my own pack as the rightful Alpha.

Not hurt or implicated. “Oh, I haven’t thought you would still be in favor of your Beta! Alpha Zero smirked and throw a spit at the body of my former Beta. “No! You’re wrong Alpha Zero, he wasn’t supposed to end like that!. He should be in jail to contemplate for his mistakes until his last dying breath.” “It was not yours to decide, it was mine! I am the King! My outburst was clear, Alpha Zero have disrespected me. But we both know it wasn't just about that. Because deep inside of me there is still a tiny bit of feeling which regretted for Matias's sudden death.