Alpha's Regret Mga Nobela at Kwento

"The Alpha bond. The bond that connects every Alpha to their pack. We want to break it. We want to control it. And you are the only one who can do it." "No." "Then your parents will die. Your friends will die. Everyone you love will die." She smiled again. "The choice is yours." --- She left before I could respond. I stood there, frozen, the vial of poison in my hand, my heart pounding so hard I could barely hear my own thoughts. I was still shaking. I could still feel Xavia's arms around me, though he had let go. I could still feel the rage. The grief. Your parents will die.

Third Person Point-of-View As fireworks lit up half the sky, Regulus stood at the highest point of the altar, receiving the reverence of the entire pack. Alice clung to his arm, smiling radiantly. This should have been the pinnacle of his life. Yet inexplicably, something felt hollow inside him. Without thinking, he glanced toward the west wing of the estate. Alice noticed and leaned closer, asking softly, "Alpha, what's wrong?" He looked away, his tone flat. "Nothing."

Margot pressed on desperately, "the judgement had already been passed, and insist we continue with it." "Have your seat, Margot," one of the judges said coolly. The command was final, causing Margot's jaw to tighten. Her fingers curled at her sides before she obeyed, and before she lowered herself into her seat, her eyes found mine. She passed disdain and rage through her stare. Around us, the chamber was just on the brink of breaking into chaos again. "This is a disgrace!" an Alpha shouted. "Alpha Kyril just spat on all our faces! An Alpha doesn't drop a child case. Not for a hybrid!"

"Dirty, desperate wolves who have nothing to lose. And they believe, they can use them against me, the Blood Scar Pack?" Cenat gave a nod. "Their Alpha, is very unpredictable. I don't know his plans too. He views the rogues as a chance to shift the levels in his favor, as he seeks to increase his domain." "Fuck!.." I yelled. The chair scraped the floor as I sprang to my feet. "They are really testing me my patience." I was trying so hard to regulate my anger before I end up doing something really bad. "Stupid wolves," I murmured in a low, threatening voice. "They believe that they can confront me and escape the consequences? I'm sure they are definitely going to regret this anyway."

Looking back from where I began, I would never had predicted the life that I had now. I was the last child of my parents, I was never meant to be Alpha, it should had been my eldest brother, but he died. I took this position because I wanted revenge, nothing more. I never thought I would made a good Alpha. I didn't have the interest of the people at heart. I just wanted revenge.

Nobody near the training yard was talking above a murmur, and that was worse than any shouting would have been. My territory had gone wrong somewhere — that thing every Alpha carries for his own ground, the sense that tells you a death has happened where a death had no business happening. It was not the bond I share with Alice. That had been cut a long time ago, at the ritual words, and this wasn't that grief. This was colder than that, and wider, my whole land reporting one wound all at once. Then the scent reached me and I realized it’s a child's.

“I wanted her to lift her shirt up, so I could see what happened to her back, but I was afraid she’d think I felt guilty about her punishment” “Don’t you? Feel guilty? I wasn’t even throwing the whip and I felt each one cut deep in my heart at the sight of her back, at the sight of her flinching from the pain you were causing her to feel, at the agony she was feeling and the will power she was mustering to not let anyone know how much she was actually hurting. No, I bet you were feeling the same thing I did, maybe even more. Why is it so hard for you to admit that what you did to her made you regret your decision? There is nothing wrong with that. An alpha admits when he is wrong, he doesn’t

He was depressed that she had regretted it, and even more depressed that she and Greg were entangled. It was all his fault. It was he who pushed her into the arms of that romantic lawyer. There was an indescribable regret that eroded his heart. Sitting in the office, Alpha clutched his aching heart, and his mind was filled with the words of his grandma when he left in the morning: "No one is perfect, and there is no pure gold. If you make mistakes, correct them. There is no such thing as good. If you regret the divorce, it’s still too late.”

But at this moment, I couldn’t hold it anymore and for the first time since I became alpha ,I cried. Adrian was dead

And free. My mind drifts to the Alpha and his dark piercing eyes. When I accepted his rejection, for a split second, I thought I saw something that resembled along the lines of pain and maybe a hint of regret. And it’s crazy to even consider him feeling a tinge of regret about losing me. He never wanted me in the first place, so this shouldn’t be anything new. It shouldn’t bother me. And it does.