Alpha's Regret After My Death

In the seventh year of my relationship with Ruby Carrington, she picks me up from work in the heavy downpour one evening. When I open the door to the front passenger seat, I notice a puddle of water on the seat. A strand of short hair is there as well. Ruby grips the steering wheel without even looking at me. "I just dropped off an intern from the project department at his home. He didn't bring an umbrella with him, so he was drenched." As I sit on the damp seat, I feel my heart slowly going cold as well. "Ruby, you knew very well that I'm severely germaphobic." Ruby just chortles in response. Her tone is filled with impatience and exhaustion. "It's just a seat, isn't it? He's younger and funnier than you, not to mention he's also more handsome than you even when he's drenched in the rain. "I tried having a relationship with him. Being with him is definitely a lot more interesting than with you. But I'll still marry you, though. As long as you pretend not to know anything about my affair, we can keep this relationship going." Rain continues streaking down the window outside, and yet, I find the air inside the car even more suffocating than the rain itself.

She was a slave in a world that hated her. He was an Alpha fated to a mate he didn’t want. Fate had other plans. Aurora has spent her life surviving as a slave with her sister in the Gritta Pack, human, voiceless, and invisible. When Lucian, the feared future Alpha of the Gamma Pack, arrives to seal a political mating deal, she expects nothing… until he scents her. His mate. A human. Torn between duty and desire, Lucian defies tradition and takes Aurora into a world where she's seen as a stain on their legacy. Mocked, hunted, and betrayed, Aurora refuses to break, training in secret, uncovering a power buried deep in her blood and fighting not just for a place at Lucian’s side, but for her own destiny. As rebellion brews, old gods stir, and dark secrets unravel, Lucian must face the truth: rejecting Aurora means losing more than his Luna, it means losing his soul. Bound by fate, forged by fire. Their love could save a world—or bring it to ruin.

My Alpha husband, Ryder, has always hated the sound of a crying pup. But recently, he started caring for my adopted sister's newborn pup, staying by its side in the nursery every night until dawn. Every time Ryder left our bedroom for the nursery, an inexplicable stabbing pain would pierce through my chest. This agony would last all night until dawn when he returned. I had finally reached my breaking point. At the Full Moon Festival, I announced in front of the entire pack that I was rejecting our mate bond. The pack's mind-link erupted with whispers that the battle had damaged my mind. A golden light ignited in Ryder's eyes as he stared at me in disbelief. "Because I was too busy to check on you when you were injured, you're rejecting our bond over a six month old pup?" I didn't meet his eyes. Instead, my gaze lingered on the faint lipstick mark smudged inside his collar. My voice trembled, yet it did not waver. "Since you love her pup so much, once our bond is severed, you can openly be the father."

I was born into a regular family in the Moonridge Pack with no status, but through years of training, I fought my way up to become our pack's Gamma. My father was just an Omega and he worked as an ordinary salesman who always claimed he was too busy for family. When he finally took a vacation, I spent $100,000 of my own money to plan a luxury cruise for us all. Then his mistress Sarah and her daughter Emily heard about our trip and suddenly wanted to join. Without even discussing it, my father gave them our luxury suite and relegated Mom and me to the cramped staff quarters below deck. Even my grandmother, a respected elder, supported his decision. My fourteen-year-old brother took their side too, charmed by their fake sweetness. So I changed our plans. I took Mom on a first-class flight to a private island resort instead, where we spent three perfect months. That's when the family started to panic...

On the night of my 18th birthday, Enzo Vitale holds me by the waist as he coaxes me to take off my underwear. "Good girl. You have a beautiful body, Isabella. Let me take a good look at you." But just when I'm about to reach my climax, the spotlight is turned on. The floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of me becomes a see-through one-way mirror. On the other side of the mirror shows the faces of all the guests who are here to attend my birthday party. Soon, the racy video of my lustful side is spread all over Newlyn. My reputation gets flushed down the drain overnight, and yet Enzo's reputation remains unaffected. On the night we break up, he leaves me a message. "Your brother had watched my sister getting kidnapped by others back then. Now, it's your turn to have a taste of what it feels like, Isabella. You owe me this much." My older brother, Marco Rossi, is enraged, to say the least. When he tries to demand an explanation from Enzo, he gets his legs broken by Enzo's bodyguards instead. Marco drags his broken legs home. But on his way home, he gets into a car crash due to severe pain and blood loss, reducing him to a vegetable. In order to afford the daily eight-thousand-dollar ICU bill, I become the most famous stripper in Newlyn. For the next three years, I flit between various nightclubs in Newlyn as well as various men's beds. I've been trading my pride and body in exchange for checks. Three years later, I knock on a hotel room's door as usual. The door opens, revealing a man wearing a custom-ordered dark gray suit. It's Enzo. He's thinner now, and his cheekbones protrude even more. His eyes are as glacial as frozen lakes. I smile brightly at him. "Sir, would you like any special services?"

"Mrs. King, please sign the papers,” the lawyer insisted as he placed them before her. Genevieve blinked twice as she stared at the papers for a few seconds before looking back at the male lawyer. A lump grew in her throat making it hard to swallow. “W-who issued this divorce again?” she stuttered, asking an obvious question. The lawyer stared at her with pity for a second before going on to answer. “Your husband, Mrs. King.” ***** Genevieve had always felt like she had it all. The perfect man, perfect family, and perfect job. Well, that was until Kyle Jordan King, her husband deemed it fit to send her the divorce papers because she couldn't bear him a child. Genevieve becomes devastated and vows to make him pay when she can for making her heart bleed the way it did but what she doesn't know is sometimes, things are not always as they seem. Years later, with twins at hand that belonged to her ex-husband, Genevieve had to return to the city where it all began again and consequently had to work with the man who had broken her heart. With sparks still flying, a forceful dilemma, and chemistry at its peak, Eve had to decide if she was willing to let the billionaire into the lives of her kids. And even more, hers. Will she give in to the sizzling temptation that was Kyle Jordan King or would she do everything to avoid and stay away from him even when it was close to impossible?

Ethan Falcon is the heir of the Falcon Empire, and everyone admires and desires him for being a billionaire at such a young age, all on his own. Prior to his succession, Ethan needs to be married first. So he married the most convenient girl he knew, Pennelope Lopez. Pennelope knows the marriage she gets herself into, and because she's been loving Ethan most of her life, she agreed to marry him. But when Ethan's ex-girlfriend, his greatest love, came back, all he wanted was to marry her, but to do that, he had to divorce his marriage first. Although Pennelope wants to fight for their marriage, she ends up signing the divorce papers after learning of her husband's affair with his ex-girlfriend. Six years later, she came back with her child, and Ethan wants her back. Will Pennelope accept her ex-husband? Or will Pennelope decline... the billionaire's regret?

"Sierra, what we have between us stops today. She's back," he looked at me calmly. “The woman at the restaurant is Cassie?” I pretended to be clueless. I didn't want divorce. “Yes and she’s back, you know what that means right?” He looked at me seeking confirmation but I played dumbfounded. “What happens to us, what we’ve built?” “There’s no us Sierra, when are you going to get that through your head, I’ve never lied to you about my feelings for Cassie,” he said still no emotion in his eyes. “But you married me, I’m your wife now,” I muttered in a low tone, as much as I wanted to shout I still was in a lot of pain. ** Son of the richest family in the city, Damian made his name on his own as one of the most successful lawyers, instead of taking over his father's business. He is the dream lover: rich, dominant, protective, loyal —IF he loves you, I was unfortunate as I am not the one he loved. ******* After Damian ended their marriage for his ex, Cassie, Sierra moved to Texas to start anew. Only for her to return five years later as a rich, successful woman and a mother of triplets. The triplets looked exactly like Damian. Damian’s dormant heart beat again after seeing her, he wanted a second chance; was Sierra willing to forgive him after what he made her go through? Was she willing to throw the cold aura she built around herself, will he be able to win her heart again now that secrets left buried were hatched and most importantly was Cassie going to lose Damian without a fight? The answer is no. How will Damian and Sierra overcome it? Or will they ever?

The two worlds will collide, Even if the rule will not abide. Past and present will meet, Until love will surrender and underneath. They say love is the only thing to restore peace, But how can they fight for love at least? Long time ago, there was light, hope, and happiness. Now that they don’t know each other, there is darkness, emptiness, and loneliness. Despite what they're going through, will they recognize each other? Can they believe in a second chance and will it be forever?

I was in love with him for five years—until he pushed me into the fire with his own hands. I thought I had simply fallen out of favor, but I was wrong—he married the girl he’d grown up calling his “sister.” During the month I spent in the hospital, he never came once. When I finally returned home, I saw her sitting on his lap, smiling sweetly. And me? I was nothing but the “gold digger,” the “shameless outsider” in his eyes. It wasn’t until I turned my back and took the Alpha throne of the Bloodmoon Pack that he went mad, chasing after me, tears streaming down his face. “I broke off the engagement,” he cried. “Just come back—we’ll get married right now!”