Alpha's Regret Novels & Stories

My pulse was too loud, my thoughts too messy. Regret clawed at my chest. I shouldn’t have let that happen. He was my boss. This was a mistake. A terrible, unforgivable mistake. But beneath the regret, another feeling stirred. One I hated. I had broken a promise to myself. I had sworn never to be with an alpha again. The last time I had given my heart to an alpha, it had ended in betrayal. His name had been Lucas. I had loved him. Completely. We had spent two years together. Two years of laughter, of whispered words in the dark, of believing he was different.

Like lead on your tongue—except it travels all the way to your heart and refuses to leave, no matter how much you want to shake it away. Even after every piece of bullshit she has done, he is still worried about her. What a joke. I look up at him, and without mincing words, I ask, “What do you think will happen to your beloved, Alpha?” Our eyes meet, and I feel that darkness again. The urge… The crazy urge to bring him down. To break him. To make him realize what he is doing to me. “She will get what she deserves,” I continue. “She claims to have graduated from a reputable university, yet she still chooses to go against one of the most basic, yet extremely important rules in our line. The ho

My heart ached so bad. I went to see the Healer in our pack alone. Her hands moved gently over my body and rested over my heart. I felt something cold inside. She sighed and looked at me. “The wolf venom is already near your heart. You will be lucky if you can make it to the next spring. Does our Alpha King know about your situation?” I shook my head. “Please promise me, you will not tell Alex.” Honestly, I am not afraid of dying. I am only afraid of the pain.

“Oh, Jacob. I’m simply asking if you believe a stranger can truly understand the ways of the North.” I set the trays down with deliberate calm, trying to ignore the tremor in my hands. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” I said carefully, not wanting to give her an opening. She tilted her head slightly, eyes glinting. “Oh, you do. We all do. Some of us know the Alphas better than others. Some of us know what they truly want… and what they truly regret.” The words landed like a stone in my chest. Regret. She was claiming it, suggesting that Aric regretted choosing me. My stomach turned, my hands clenched, and yet I forced a calm exterior.

I said, my voice breaking. “You can’t be mine,” he said, louder now. “You are not fit to stand near me, let alone be claimed by me.” His words hit harder than his hands ever could. They stabbed every broken part of me that had just begun to hope. “I reject you,” he said coldly. “I, Caden Holt, Alpha of the Redfang Pack, reject you as my mate.” The room spun. But tears refused to come. But inside, something shattered. Loud and painful.

"I didn't see a knife, Alpha. I just saw the Omega wandering where she shouldn't be." The betrayal stung more than the silver cut. Brock let out a short, harsh laugh. "See? This is the problem with orphans. No discipline. No respect for rank." He walked toward me, his heavy boots echoing on the marble. He stopped so close I could smell the whiskey on his breath and the floral scent of Claire’s perfume on his skin. "You want to play games, Raya? Fine. Since you love the Alpha wing so much, you can stay. But not as a guest."

It was a shocking sight, to say the least. "A-Alpha Claude, what brings you here?" Dad's and Linda's legs gave way, and they dropped to their knees with a thud, trembling. Claude's oppressive air swept over everyone, terrifying them so much they didn't dare lift their heads. He swept his gaze across the group like a conqueror. "Go back and tell your Alpha that if he dares provoke us again, we won't hesitate to raze Blackwater pack to the ground. And you two!"

I yelled at the top of my lungs. I had indeed thought about letting Talia die. Yes, every time I was drunk, I wished she would just die. But now when the thought of actually losing her struck me, my heart twisted with immense pain. The attending doctor appeared in front of me, looking exhausted. "Alpha Damon, I did my best. I’m sorry..." "What do you mean? I’m sorry! The last time I saw her, she was fine," I grabbed the doctor by the collar. "It’s you, it’s your lack of medical skill... you killed her!"

"I see a man who rejected his mate because she wasn't good enough for him. I see someone who shattered a twenty-one-year-old girl and walked away without looking back. I see—" "I looked back." His grip tightened fractionally, desperation bleeding through. "Every day. Every single day for five years, I've looked back. I've thought about you constantly. Dreamed about you. Gone half-mad with—" "With what?" I yanked my arm free. "Regret? How nice for you. I spent those five years *surviving*. Rebuilding myself from the wreckage you left behind. So forgive me if I don't have sympathy for your suffering."

His eyes met mine then, and for the first time, I saw something I had never seen before,regret and fear. “Your mother, Aurora, was betrayed,” he continued, his voice heavy. “Everything that is happening now… the war, the hatred, the lies… it all started from what was done to her. And you—” he paused, pointing shakily in my direction, “you are the living proof of that betrayal.” My heart pounded loudly in my chest as I stood there, frozen, trying to piece everything together. “Then tell me everything,” I said, my voice dropping into something colder, steadier. “No more half-truths. No more secrets. I want to know who I really am and what all of this has to do with Alpha Xavier.”