Alpha's Regret After My Death

When Mia walked away from her marriage, she carried nothing but her dignity and a broken heart. Her ex-husband, Ethan, had chosen pride over love, at nung narealize niya ang pagkakamali niya, it was already too late Mia was gone. Five years later, fate brings them together again. Ethan is now a successful businessman, pero hindi pa rin niya nakakalimutan ang babaeng pinakawalan niya. Seeing her again, stronger and more beautiful than ever, awakens the deep regret he has kept hidden. But Mia isn’t the same woman he once knew. She has built a life without him, isang buhay na hindi basta-basta pinapapasok ang sinumang hindi karapat-dapat sa tiwala niya. Ethan will have to face the truth: winning her back means proving that this time, love will be enough. Will Mia give him a second chance, or will Ethan’s regret be the only thing left of their love story?

Ever since I was little, I knew my future mate would be one of two Alpha candidates: Mitchell or Jax. Even with all their Alpha pride, I never once doubted that set future. The pack elders always said it was natural for Alpha candidates to focus on getting stronger and controlling the pack. My mother, Lyra, even told me that every brutal fight they got into was so the winner could give me, their Luna, the ultimate honor. That is, until I and Elara – this Omega stray they'd taken in – got ambushed and captured by our old enemies, the Nightshade pack. Mitchell and Jax only had enough of the life-saving Moonpetal herb for one of us. And they both chose to give it to Elara. To save myself in that fire, I forced a shift. The power surge was too much. The heat twisted my cheekbone, and just like that, I was disfigured. After they dragged me out – like an afterthought – I watched those two future Alphas crying over Elara, who didn't have a scratch on her. "Thank the Moon Goddess, Elara, you're alive." "Once we sort out who's the new Alpha of Blackwood, whoever it is will give you the most honored spot right under the Luna, Elara. Don't you worry. We'll give you the best of everything our pack has, make sure you never suffer again." "Elara, you're the real Luna in our hearts." When I came to, I cut off that ridiculous mate bond for good. Empty promises and a trampled destiny? I was done with it. But after I left, they stayed by my cave every day, begging me to come back.

At nine months pregnant, I suffered an unexpected miscarriage. My husband, Graham Pearson, fought back his own grief as he comforted me. He would whisper to me every day, trying to soothe my shattered heart, "Whitney, we will have children again someday. Our little angel was here for a while, and next time, we'll make sure we hold onto them..." Under Graham's careful care, I slowly began to pull myself out of the numb fog I'd been trapped in. But then, a month later, I overheard him talking to one of his friends. "If Whitney finds out the baby didn't actually die and that you've let Cassidy raise him, don't you think she'll flip out? You've worked so hard to get where you are; you can't let this mess it all up." Graham casually flicked his cigarette, his voice almost detached as he waved a hand dismissively. "Cassidy can't have kids, but she loves children. If this baby brings her joy, it's a blessing for the child, too. "I might never get the chance to be with Cassidy, but letting her raise my son, in some way, feels like a kind of fulfillment..." The truth hit me like a frozen wave, paralyzing me in place. It turned out this whole ordeal had been part of Graham's plan from the start.

Aricka Evangelista, a red-haired girl with a pair of pitch-black eyes, never knew that one day she'll be chased to death by something that kills and possesses the body of those who have seen a certain book, the Death of God. The book contains secrets of the light and the dark and according to the myth, everyone who touched and read it will be taken by an unknown force and their body will be used to also kill others who will next take possession of the book. The more she runs, the more people are affected, and the more they chase her, the more she discovers.

J'ai su depuis mon enfance que j'étais destinée à épouser Kaden, l'héritier Alpha de la meute Pierre de Lune. En tant que seule détentrice du lignage Béni de la Lune, je suis la seule capable de briser la malédiction qui hante le lignage Alpha Pierre de Lune depuis des générations. Il y a un siècle, l'ancêtre Pierre de Lune a publiquement insulté une femme Alpha déchue lors de ses funérailles. Il s'en est moqué « Ce n'est qu'une louve. Pourquoi des funérailles aussi fastueuses ? Comment une femme pourrait-elle jamais protéger les nôtres ? Elle a probablement couché pour arriver au sommet. » La Déesse Séléné était enragée. Elle a jeté une malédiction perpétuelle : chaque héritier Alpha direct de la meute Pierre de Lune développerait des traits féminins à son dix-huitième anniversaire, régressant en un vulgaire Oméga. Seule l'union avec un loup Béni de la Lune peut lever la malédiction. J'étais amoureuse de Kaden depuis des années et ne voulais rien de plus que le sauver. Maya a prétendu posséder elle aussi le lignage Béni de la Lune. Kaden a tenté de l'épouser, mais j'ai exposé son mensonge et l'en ai empêché. Contraint par ses parents, Kaden a finalement fait de moi sa Luna. Après m'avoir marquée, Kaden n'a pas régressé en Oméga, mais il n'a pas non plus éveillé son lignage de Roi Alpha. Cette même nuit, Maya, au cœur brisé, est allée se promener seule dans les bois, où elle a été acculée par un groupe de renégats. Mes parents et Kaden me détestaient pour cela. Ils affirmaient que j'étais une menteuse dont le lignage était impur, ce qui expliquait pourquoi Kaden n'avait jamais vraiment accédé au pouvoir. Ils étaient convaincus que Maya était la véritable Bénie de la Lune. Ils croyaient que ma jalousie l'avaient tuée. Par une nuit de pleine lune, Kaden m'a arraché la gorge devant toute la meute. Quand j'ai rouvert les yeux, j'étais revenue au jour où Kaden était arrivé à la meute Lune d'Argent pour faire sa demande.

She survived the poison that killed her family. She built an empire on the bones of men who hurt her. She swore no man would ever touch her heart again. Then her uncle sent the same boy who poisoned her fifteen years ago… …this time to seduce her, break her, and finish the job. He was supposed to kill the Alpha Queen. Instead, he woke the only thing that can save her—or destroy them both.

The day after I got engaged to my boyfriend, his best friend locked me up. He smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt, stepping closer with each passing moment. "Mich, I'm your true destiny," he said, his voice low and menacing. As I struggled to resist, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs. When I woke up, all my memories were gone. The handsome stranger standing before me noticed my confusion and kindly offered an explanation. "You're my fiancée, but you cheated on me," he said.

He is the most cold and domineering man in the entire empire, never getting close to women, but an accident bound him to her in marriage. During the day, he's cold and irritable, but at night, he holds her tightly, backing her into a corner with a mix of dominance and tenderness, whispering soft demands and kissing her lips as if he wants to engrave her into his very soul. “Baby, tell me you love me.” “For the rest of your life, be only mine, alright?” Once a man who looked down on everything, now his heart and eyes are filled with only her.

In her past life, Carrie Pietro was treated like dirt. Shamed by her pack and desperate to secure the man she loved, she conspired with her father to lie. Carrie falsely accused the son of a powerful Alpha, Dean Meadows, of taking advantage of her, forcing him into a marriage that saved her pack from ruin. But her victory was a cage. Dean hated her. For years, she took his cold shoulders and the hateful glares from his family, enduring it all for people who offered her nothing but scorn. Her miserable life ended the night she birthed her son, falling from the stairs after a heated argument and dying alone on a pike that pierced her chest. When she opened her eyes, she was back in the past. This time, Carrie is done. She knows Dean Meadows is bad luck, and she is determined to stay far away from the tragedy her life became. But the cold man she remembers is suddenly a possessive stranger. From the moment she stopped her father from shouting the accusation which ruined her life, Dean becomes instantly overwhelmed by a mate bond between them.

Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?