Alpha's Regret After My Death Novels & Stories

"You're my daughter. You were born to be just like me, the most honored Alpha in this pack." She was gone. A walking body with a soul that had already rotted through. What waited for her was the pack's harshest law, and a sealed isolation room where the self-destruction would never stop. She would never receive forgiveness from either of her children. Not in this life. Above it all, my brother and I stood side by side. We watched the woman who had once lived at the center of our fear, curled now on the floor below, shaking like a small and pitiful thing.

I snarled. He swallowed. “I really regret it. Every single day. Since I knew the truth, I regretted it. Please give me a chance to—.” I slapped his hand away. “I’m not a saint, Alpha Black. And that Amber you know is already dead.” For a long while, he looked at me. Those beautiful golden orbs analysing and contemplating as usual, finding the next best move, like a panther, slithering in the dark, waiting for that perfect opportunity, or creating one when there’s none.

Annoyance coiled in my chest as I grabbed her hand taking it off me. “Enough, with your little hints, Vivian! You’re my brother’s widow and you’re carrying his child. Do not confuse my kindness with something else. Everything I’ve done for you is for my brother, because it's thanks to him that I’m alive, and it's only because of his past injury that I’m Alpha.”

Despite everything, some part of our bond remained intact. He turned back to Victoria, decision made. His path was clear now. "Tell the Elders whatever you want. Tell them I abandoned the pack. Tell them I went insane. I don't care." He tossed her the Alpha medallion he wore around his neck. It landed at her feet with a dull thud. "You wanted Shadow Moon's Alpha position? It's yours. I release all claim to it." Victoria's mouth fell open in shock. "You can't just—"

Because for no reason I was going to be killed any moment from now. It was another blow to my chest to know that I have only a few moments to live. My whole life has been designed to be an ugly one. From getting rejected from the man who meant the entire world to me, to stumbling into the hands of a terrifying stranger who wanted me dead by all means. I heard footsteps approaching towards my door and I listened. Whoever it was was whispering something to the other. “The Alpha has ordered that the girl should be brought out as soon as the preparation is over.”

For years, she endured being treated as nothing more than an Alpha’s blood bag, believing that her sacrifice would finally earn her his love. But when she discovers that he has always chosen another woman over her, something inside her finally breaks. She walks away without looking back, determined to reclaim the identity and power she once hid from the world. What her former Alpha does not know is that the woman he considered worthless is actually the hidden heiress of one of the most powerful packs. Now that she is gone, he finally realizes what he lost. But when he comes crawling back, will she still be the woman who once begged for his love, or will she make him regret every drop

“I don’t get it either but I’m just trying to be thankful that even though these visions are gruesome, at least they give us an edge over the rogues. They’re keeping us one step ahead of them and could end up saving countless lives. That has to count for something.” Both Micah and Liam nodded their heads, taking sips of their liquor. It was going on nine o'clock and the anticipation to hear what was happening was killing me. Storm was antsy in my head, pacing back and forth. He wanted to rip each and every rogue to pieces. We sat in silence for a while, occasionally making small talk when the quiet became too much. We’d each had a few more glasses of bourbon, the liquor helping take the edge

The man lays down straight, his eyes closed but eyebrows knitted for some reason. There is sweat that starts to form on his forehead, this disturbs his sleep. Quickly jolting from the bed, he pushes his face to his hand. Every night it has been the same dream and every morning he wakes up with the same fright since she died. Every night it is the same guilt and every day it is the same regret. Regret that he didn’t get to talk to his mother before she died - he prefers the term murdered. Regret that the last words he spoke to her were hurtful. Ever since he became the alpha, he lost his control and became a pure devil. His fists grab the sheets as he yanks them apart. He does not deserve thi

She stepped closer to him “You are the Alpha. You've faced worse. You've tamed monsters. Built an empire. You are in control. Whatever this is, you'll handle it. You always do. Alpha looked at her and said calmly “You could have had a different life, you know. “I did once.” she said quietly “ until your father destroyed my pack. I lost everything. You gave me a choice –revenge or purpose and I chose purpose.” He nodded “and you've never regretted it?” “Regret is Luxury Alpha,” she said, meeting his eyes. “ You thought me better than that.”

“She didn’t sleep with any male, what are you guys talking about?” “Maybe, you should ask your perfect alpha who will never let anyone into the world. I am his beta right but I don’t even know anything about his decision. He just does things the way he wants and then forces everyone into dancing to his tone. And now everything went wrong, he is pouring out his heart. Have you heard of the word medicine after death? Maybe, I should tell you, the meaning, you can’t heal someone after death. How can you make Sydney understand? How can he forgive you for this? His sister is out there, alone and scared, that’s if she’s even still alive. And his parents… they’re gone. Forever. Thanks to you Alpha