Alpha's Regret Novels & Stories

I could feel the intent to kill, it was warning me to stay back. I knew it was an elder trying to make me sacred, it wasn't working on me but I didn't need to look back to know that it was working on the other two. Osric was still relatively fine but Ignace was trembling and he had stopped running. I stopped and I looked back at Ignace. This guy was really a coward but I had to work with him. These people weren't alphas, there were betas from legacy packs. They had no hope of ever becoming alpha and they will forever remain mediocre but I could change that and the only way to do that was here. If everything goes right, then I might have myself a new pack,

I remembered the moment she yelled at me, her voice filled with pain: "Without knowing the depth of this, you chose to believe I was the culprit. Isn't that cruel?" Tears welled in my eyes. She was right. I had been cruel to her, and I'd never gotten the chance to make it right. “If we were to publish this story, what would we call it?” She had asked once. I let out a bitter laugh. "Alpha's Regret: Yearning for Her Love," I whispered. That would be the perfect title of our story. I gave up, hoping at least Harper would keep her words to erase my memories with Emily in her head. And Zaza, Mason and Madison will at least keep her safe.

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.”

"You see, son, why the Alpha became the way he did was because he was full of regrets. He regretted his actions towards his mate. If he had accepted her and not sent her away, he would have been able to protect her and prevented a lot of things. However, his regret became tenfold when he later realized what he had done when he went berserker. It consumed him so much that he could not live on and ended up killing himself. But the deed had been done. He had destroyed half of the werewolf world and left the other half in a terrible state." "Son, I don't know why you didn't let us know about her being your mate, but one thing that I know is that what you are doing now, because of the regret you

And the realization cut deeper than any wound he had ever suffered. Alan's wolf growled low beneath his skin, a shadow of the rage and obsession that had once defined him. But there was no fire left to fuel it—only hollow regret and the bitter taste of failure. He sank to one knee, hands clenched, his voice trembling. "I… I resign," he whispered to the wind, to the trees, to the memories of what could have been. "I am no longer Alpha. I cannot lead… not like this… not without her."

Darius‚ who had been lowering himself into his chair‚ went completely still. The words hit me somewhere deep. Because Gertrude wasn't talking about some abstract idea. She was talking about me. The real me. The woman who was strapped to a table every two weeks while they took her blood. The woman who died on an operating table while her husband sat in a meeting about territory borders. I wanted to scream. I wanted to slam my hands on the table and tell this entire room exactly who I was. Instead‚ I smiled. "I appreciate the warm welcome‚" I said. "Really. Nothing says pack unity like accusing your Alpha of killing his first wife within ten seconds of meeting the second one."

“Just a week you say?“ the Alpha raged. The room fell silent as the Alpha buried his teeth into Damien's neck. In a few seconds, his body dropped dead into the pool of his blood—decapitated. Everyone feared the Alpha for this reason—his unpredictable reaction. “Yes, you are next, Greg. What do you have to say? Where have you been? What made you so busy to neglect the single task I entrusted into your hands?“ Greg stood trembling uncontrollably as he stared in awe at the body streaming fresh blood around the palace. “You're waisting my time, Greg?“ the Alpha warned silently but his scar proposed nothing close to a calm aura as his scar burned brighter. “Pardon me, Alpha. I made a grievous mis

“Hailey, snap out of it. You’re mistaken. What happened that night was… it was a mistake. It should never have happened.” I felt a surge of anger, words slipping out before I could stop them. “So, you regret it?” My voice dropped, softer, but it held a bite. “Or were you lying when you said it was ‘heavenly’? I remember you saying that you wanted it to happen every day. And now, it’s just a mistake? How can you call yourself an Alpha when you’re so… inconsistent with your words?”

I clenched my fists until my nails drew blood, swallowing down the storm rising in my chest, rage and sorrow and something dangerously close to hope. You don't get to be sorry now, I told myself fiercely. Sorry doesn't undo the rejection. Sorry doesn't heal the wounds or bring back the woman who loved you without reservation. And yet... the pain in his voice was real. The regret was genuine. For the first time since that terrible night, I saw not the Alpha who had cast me aside, but the man who had once held me like I was precious, who had whispered promises against my skin and meant every word. I turned away and disappeared into the forest before the tears could fall, my thoughts a tangle o

I could actually hear the venom in Alpha's tone. "I know Alpha. I wasn't thinking." "You're officially the worst beta ever," Alpha sighed. His voice sounded normal again. Was this guy schizophrenic? "You know that twelve thousand four hundred and four is not the number of women I've bed, but the number of lives I've taken?" he asked Carson. But Alpha's tone this time was laced with darkness— and possibly regret. My breath hitched. If he found me, I would be number twelve thousand four hundred and five. Goodbye, Hazel Valentine, I sobbed internally. Fear ate at my soul and my blood ran cold.