Alpha's Regret Jessica Hall Novels & Stories

That is what I also want to know Inform my cousin at the yellow Vail park Tell him that I need a favor from him Yes alpha Now inform the elders And the people their alpha is now in slumber too Do this thing discreetly Yes alpha I need to use this opportunity to get the A person no matter what I posted the coffee on the floor and rubbed a little on my lips and my eyes Cause I need my lips to be swollen And my eyes are swollen too Jessica's pov I heard the parks bell ringing I smiled knowing fully well that it is time to announce the alpha is now finally in slumber Unknown pov I heard the parks bell ringing What could be going on I need to know I left the secret room and went to the hall where

Thorne only chuckled in a low pitiful scolding rumble, which sent the hair on my arms standing. He moved into my personal air with his odor--sticky musk and oppressive, unnatural spice--suffocating the remnant smell of pine and rain. "The Alpha who rejected you? The outlaw who allowed you to be carried off in his own lands? He isn't coming, Jessica. He must have already got a new female to replace the place you have left vacant.” “You are lying,” I whispered, but this doubt which he had been watering all hours was starting to itch.

That night, I wrapped myself in the soaking blanket and waited for dawn. Ethan raised his hand. Something I couldn't read flickered in his eyes. Maybe he did feel something for me. I held onto that thought, waiting for him to speak. But his phone rang. Sera's ringtone. "Ethan! Sera's wasted. The Alpha from Bay Pack is getting handsy with her." "How is that my problem?" Ethan pulled out the first-aid kit from under the table, ready to treat my wounds. "I want Ethan... Get away from me, all of you! Ethan..."

​"Move it, Runt!" ​I didn’t flinch when the hip checked me into the industrial steel counter. I just gripped the tray of champagne flutes tighter, my knuckles turning white, and stepped aside. It was Jessica, a mid-ranking delta female who derived a sick sort of pleasure from making my life miserable. She had realized long ago that I wouldn’t fight back. I couldn’t fight back. ​"The Alpha wants these on the west terrace immediately," Jessica snapped, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Try not to trip over your own feet. We don’t need you embarrassing the pack. Again."

Nothing that belongs to us. I clenched my fists slowly, my claws itching to tear through something. So why did the thought of Jessica and a child being tied to me make my pulse spike like this? Why did my instincts scream contradiction? Before I could drown further in thoughts, Lucas’ voice slid into my head like a blade cutting through silence. *Alpha.* *What is it?* I snapped back through the link. *I’m outside Miss Jessica’s quarters. We need to talk.*

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

“Aaron is with them. They go every month for basic supernatural education.” Angela nodded absently. Her eyes landed on Daniela, who was sparring with another girl. The moment Daniela noticed her, she dismissed her opponent. “Isn’t she the cheating human Luna who ran away after betraying our Alpha?” A voice cut through the air behind her. Angela turned sharply. “She looks like her. But why would the Alpha allow her back?” another sneered. Angela moved toward them, but Nora gripped her wrist. “Ignore them, Angela.”

I was about to go back to the bedroom when I heard heated discussion coming from the study. "Alpha, Rose has been poisoned with silver. The healer says she won't last more than a month! Her family has locked her up to wait for death! Her final wish... is to have a Mating Ceremony with you!" "Crash"—the sound of a teacup shattering. After an unknown amount of time, Marcus's cold and indifferent voice came through: "I understand." "What do you mean you understand?" a Gamma asked. "I mean," Marcus said word by word, "I will fulfill her final wish."

I no longer worry that he won’t accept my rejection. I will make him. “I reject you, Aaron.” Angry tears roll down my cheeks, my blood boiling underneath my skin. The hope in his eyes is quickly replaced by confusion, disappointment, and determination. “I do not accept your rejection,” he declares. “I am the Alpha; I have the final say.” His eyes soften as he rushes to my side, his gaze searching my body, tearing apart at the obvious injuries. As if he cares that I’m hurt. It doesn’t matter whether or not he really does. It’s too little too late. Besides, it’s the injuries he can’t see that will be my undoing.

"It was just a weird dream, Jess. I'll be fine." She looked unconvinced but let it drop. I couldn't get myself to sleep. I watched as Jessica returned back to sleep, while I spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling or staring out of the window. The next day, I found myself driving to the hospital where Priscilla was pronounced dead. I needed closure, needed to confirm that she was indeed gone. As the alpha king, I demanded to see her file, and the hospital keeper reluctantly complied. "She passed away before she arrived," the doctor informed me solemnly, confirming what I had feared deep down. "There was nothing we could do."