Alpha's Regret Novels & Stories

Annoyance coiled in my chest as I grabbed her hand taking it off me. “Enough, with your little hints, Vivian! You’re my brother’s widow and you’re carrying his child. Do not confuse my kindness with something else. Everything I’ve done for you is for my brother, because it's thanks to him that I’m alive, and it's only because of his past injury that I’m Alpha.”

The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating, and I could feel the weight of everything we had never said pressing down on me. "I never meant for it to end this way." He said, his voice barely audible. I laughed again, the sound still bitter and sharp. "You never meant for it to end this way. That is all you ever say. You never meant for any of it to happen. And yet it all happened. Because of you." He looked up at me, his dark eyes filled with something that might have been regret. "Do you even regret it?" I asked, my voice flat. "Any of it? What you did to your Alpha? What you did to Isora? What you did to me?"

Chapter 3 Zoey Malik ~•~ “I, Alpha Conrad of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Zoey Malik, as my fated mate and Luna.” His voice was sharp and cold. I stood frozen. For a moment, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The pain of the rejection slammed me so hard. I expected it to happen but I wasn’t prepared for it. My wolf let out a whimper, curling in on herself with anguish. “No,” I whispered, my voice faint. “Please don’t do this,” I begged.

Rose's father, getting Rose's signal, immediately grabbed Rose's hand and deliberately raised his voice: "Alpha, why are you still coming here? Rose was injured by your political enemies and poisoned with silver. Her life is ending. It's all because of you." Rose's father extended his hands as if to drive Marcus away. Rose struggled to stop him, "Dad, don't blame the Alpha. I don't blame him. I asked him to come. My dying wish is to hold a mating ceremony with the Alpha. As long as the Alpha fulfills this wish, I'll die without regrets."

I ordered with my Alpha tone and he immediately bowed his head in submission but I could still hear the rebellion in his voice when he answered. “Yes, Alpha,” Greg sighed. “The day I become an alpha who needs to resort to such lowly measures to keep my seat is the day I abdicate.” I meant it. I had fought hard for this seat and I had no intention of letting it control me. I was the Alpha; I controlled the seat and not the other way around. “What is our next move?” Fred asked since Greg was still too contrite. “Fred, how mobile can you be? I know you are taking care of Freya.”

“Regret doesn’t undo years. Regret doesn’t give me back a childhood, a family, a place in this pack. Regret is nothing but a word spoken too late.” The gallery murmured, wolves shifting uneasily in their seats, whispers spreading like fire. Joel’s head dropped, shame weighing him down, until Elder Maelor’s gavel cracked against the table. “Enough.” His voice boomed, carrying the judgment of centuries. “The sins of the father weigh heavy on this chamber, but we cannot let them fracture us further. Alpha Alaric is dead. Buried. His reign ended. His shadow, however, still coils around us.”

My throat worked hard, and I glanced at Hailey, clinging to my arm. Hailey wasn't only the woman who'd saved my life in the fire. She was carrying my own flesh and blood now. My hesitation lasted only a second. But that one second was more than enough for Sera. "Alpha." Sera gave a cold, sarcastic laugh. "You're as pathetic as ever." Alpha. She called me Alpha. Now she wouldn't even say my name. A suffocating ache hit me. I still wanted to explain something, when a clear, childish voice came from behind.

As if he was reminding the entire world that I was his. The remaining assassins looked around and tried to run away but the alphas pounced on them. Smoke bombs exploded across the ballroom enabling some of them to escape. Magnus looked at the shattered windows. “They weren’t trying to kill everyone but one person. They’ve become bolder.” Before anyone could ask what he meant, a wounded assassin lying near the doorway suddenly began laughing. Blood trickled beneath his mask. “You,” he coughed. “Are already too late.” His eyes found me. “The Fireheart belongs to our Alpha.”

Charlie fell to his knees, his eyes full of pain and regret. It dawned on him— it wasn't just our child. It was the last bond we shared. He frantically dialed the hospital, finally learning that I had collapsed from blood loss in the ER that night and nearly died. He could no longer suppress the grief, the anguish tore through him, his cries echoing in the hall. The werewolves, once full of reverence, now watched with mocking eyes, some even quietly laughing at the once-mighty Alpha, who had fallen so far.