Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate Novels & Stories

“What are you doing?” “The fae captured my mate.” He runs head-first into the invisible barrier and bounces back like a rubber ball, falling flat on his ass. “He doesn’t have a mate anymore,” the Beta informs me. “She died when the humans invaded. Is it grief?” I shake my head. “Stop it. Right now! You are making a fool of yourself.” “They have my mate. I want her back,” the Alpha declares and gets to his feet. “Your mate?” I ask, and grab the older man by the scruff of his neck to hold him back.

"Listen, I am your mate, and mates choose each other no matter what." I took my hands from him, then took a step backwards to raise my hand between us. "Stop, just stop it. You broke the mate bond, and whatever is broken cannot be fixed without leaving a crack behind. This is the crack I have to deal with." "So, the crack is to want to keep two alphas for yourself?" "No, the crack is that you, my alpha, owe me a regret. Right now, I am not seeing you regretting as you should, rather, you're turning back to be evil."

--- In the war room, the new Alpha’s council erupted in shouts. “We’ve taken the keep—now what?” Alexander didn’t answer. His fingers traced the edge of something in his pocket: an old, cracked reed flute. “Burn the traitors,” someone shouted. He stood. “Later. First we clean the dungeons.” His voice was calm. But in his chest, something thrashed. --- That night, Melodie sat against the wall, blood drying on her wrists. She hummed softly, the tune wobbling but true. Up above, Alexander jolted awake, heart pounding. He knew that sound. But the dream faded before he could hold it. ---

My imagination was wild and had me thinking that he had meant his promises… I forgot my place as an omega and hoped he was going to whisk me aside. He was right though, we remained friends, and as much as he told me often that he loved me and felt for me alongside dreams of a world elsewhere from his responsibilities…never for once did he ask for something more? He couldn’t when his story had already been planned out, and he was stuck as a coward. I blanked out of whatever they were saying and surrendered in silence. There was no need to speak. As I concluded within me, it was over. They bundled me rear to my room and placed under watch while the elders decided on my punishment for raping th

She said. “That is because books aren't allowed to be written about it.” Regan answered. “Why?” “A long time ago, an Alpha of this pack lost his beloved mate. It was said that their love was so strong that the Alpha almost lost his own life when she died. He wouldn't eat nor perform Alpha duties for days. "And so he called for a witch to create something to help him revisit his memories with his lost loved one.” “And the witch did?” Ivorie asked in a tone of excitement.

In return, the Alpha had been too overjoyed to hear that they had acquired the best allies money could buy, and with that, they had also expanded their trade territories. As he looked around at the familiar faces and places, he couldn't help but remember that day. The day he rejected his mate and how the breaking bond had almost crippled him. The pain had subsided to a dull ache over the years and with time, it had evaporated into thin air. Now that he was back, his heart was beginning to come alive, and he hoped that maybe, just maybe, his perfect mate was closer than he thought, maybe she was right here, in his hometown. He smiled to himself as he thought of the possibility and walked with

I didn't know what hurt more—seeing her find rest away from me or recognizing that my wolf was right. I descended the stairs in the shadows, without turning on any light, because the darkness seemed more honest than any attempt to hide my own ruin. I sat in the armchair, but my body found no rest. Mael paced back and forth inside me, restless, alert, as if the territory were under threat. "When an Alpha loses his own female, he loses everything," he said, with a mixture of warning and provocation. I pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to push that sentence away, but it infiltrated with the precision of a verdict.

He gathered the notebook and the filthy handkerchief, holding them close to his chest. Facing the dark Forbidden Forest, he wept like a lost pup searching for home. "You weren't dirty... You were pure… The pup was mine... I know it was mine now… Please come back. You can curse me, hit me, or even kill me if you want… Please... don't leave me..." The blizzard howled. No one answered him. The echoes ringing from the Forbidden Forest mocked the great Alpha's love that had come far too late. It was too late. The mate who had loved him for ten years, endured every humiliation, and wanted to bear his pup even in her final moments… had been pushed into hell by his own hands.

he said, placing my right hand on the left side of his chest to feel his heartbeat. “Really?” I whispered, wanting to hear more. Alpha Van nooded. “You remind me of Reina.” My heart pounded loudly at the mention of my real name. “I'm sorry to say another woman's name,” he quickly apologised. “I'm not comparing you to her.” I sat up right beside him. He looked down with no expression at all, then slowly back up at me. Then I saw the misery in his eyes. “I lost her. She was my fated mate,” he confessed. “I loved her even before she ever got the chance to know me. She never even got the chance to know me.”

I roll my eyes at his question and stay silent, waiting for an answer. The Alpha lets out a deep, frustrated breath and runs his hand through his hair. “He said he will reject me if I dare to approach him ever again. I fucked up. Big time. All I wanted was to let him know how desperate I am for closeness and him in general. He’s my second chance. It’s rare for our kind to find their destined mates, and I already lost one, just to find my chance at happiness not long after. I guess I must be destined for a life in misery if Octavius plans to do the same shit my first mate did. Isn’t that funny?” He chuckles. I can see tears welling up in his eyes. Poor big guy. He’s not asking for much – all