Novel & Cerita Alpha's Regret After My Death

Kaelen didn’t turn. Didn’t argue. Didn’t deny it. Because for the first time since he became Alpha he felt something far worse than defeat. Regret. Real. Crushing. Unforgiving regret. His hands curled into fists. Images flashed in his mind uninvited, relentless. Icarra standing before him, her eyes full of something fragile… something hopeful. The moment he rejected her. The way her face had gone still. The way her scent had shattered. He had told himself it was necessary. Now the silence she left behind felt louder than any battlefield.

Alpha Ardon's lifeless body lay still, his chest no longer rising with breath, his face pale and drawn. The room was heavy with sorrow, the air thick with the weight of loss. Her fear gave way to shock, and she felt a wave of sadness wash over her. She had never liked the alpha, but his death still felt like a loss, a reminder of the fragility of life. And Reyes's sudden appearance and disappearance seemed more ominous than ever, leaving her wondering what exactly had transpired that night.

Elena's voice held no judgment, only curiosity. "Because I'm not, really." The confession came easier than I'd expected. Marcus stopped walking, turning to face me with those eyes of his that seemed to understand more than the surface story. "I heard the Alpha found his fated mate. I'm sorry. That must be difficult." "It's the way of things." I forced a smile, trying to ignore the ache in my chest. "Fated bonds are sacred. I won't stand in the way of that." "Still," he said gently, "you deserve better than to be set aside like you're nothing."

“And when you start to regret your choice, I will show you no mercy.” He leaves fuming while my body shakes behind Lent. Of course he will regret it. I knew the truth of those words as Alpha Reenan uttered them, but even I did not predict just how much the alpha would be right.

So too, were the thoughts of the Alpha. He had no reason for regret at the death of Lucy, but something always told him that he had done the wrong thing by killing her. He never expressed his true feelings to even his closest and dearest, not because he could ever be dethroned, but because he viewed himself as infallible, never prone to mistakes. The Alpha shut his eyes as the memories flashed back into him. He saw Lucy, her tears, her pleas and the last moment when she pointed to her protruding belly where a little child was nestled before she was taken away.

But at this moment, I couldn’t hold it anymore and for the first time since I became alpha ,I cried. Adrian was dead

“Reconstruction plans need approval.” Alexander didn’t look up. “Let them wait.” Marcus hesitated. “This... all of this... won’t bring her back.” “I know,” Alexander said. “But it might keep her from being forgotten.” --- Later, he walked through the town square. A boy tugged his cloak. “Alpha?” “Yes?” “Who was Melodie?” Alexander knelt. “She was a girl who gave light to someone trapped in the dark.” The boy nodded solemnly. “Like a lantern?”

“Why exactly are you here? What do you want from me?” “You and your friend ruined what should have been the best day of my life.” he said, walking behind me. “Do you really think that you can get away with that? I should have been the alpha last night, but you decided to show up with your friend, who unfortunately is dead because of you. May he find peace wherever he is right now.” Standing in front of me, he sighed, as if Reggie's death actually hurt him. However, I knew that he was only putting up an act.

Charlie fell to his knees, his eyes full of pain and regret. It dawned on him— it wasn't just our child. It was the last bond we shared. He frantically dialed the hospital, finally learning that I had collapsed from blood loss in the ER that night and nearly died. He could no longer suppress the grief, the anguish tore through him, his cries echoing in the hall. The werewolves, once full of reverence, now watched with mocking eyes, some even quietly laughing at the once-mighty Alpha, who had fallen so far.

"We hide because the dark is where we are strongest. When you can stand in the silence and not feel lonely, that is when you will be ready to face him. Now, go again. And this time, don't just close the door. Lock it." I took a deep breath, the cold air stinging my throat. She was right. I was mourning the connection even as I tried to kill it. It was a pathetic, lingering vestige of the woman who had died in the North Cabin—a woman who had wanted to be loved by her Alpha. That woman was dead. I was the one who survived the fire.