Alpha's Regret Novels & Stories

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.

I could still hear my father’s voice. “A future Alpha doesn’t hesitate.” “A weak Alpha gets his pack killed.” “Power comes before everything.” I swallowed as I remembered the tough training I went through. “When I was twelve, I lost three warriors during a rogue attack. It wasn’t my fault, but my father didn’t care.” I remembered how he had looked at me with disappointment instead of grief. The memories were still clear as day. “He told me an Alpha who couldn’t make hard choices would bury every member of his pack, and I believe him.”

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.

I mutter, I was counting on the doctor to call me, but my phone has been on silent from the time I was with Thalia at the hospital. “What? You mean you lying to Thalia?” Nova frowns, “Yeah, I'm shocked too, I thought you'd believe me or her pain, but it's fine, it's not my battle and you know best, Alpha Knox.” I choose not to readdress the topic, but the sarcasm in her tone stings. Being Alpha can easily be a burden, it's not always that I see my mistakes but when I do, I rectify then and I wish there was some misunderstanding here, some blind rage on my end but there's none, it's all justified, Thalia has reminded me multiple times she is glad Arabella isn't in her life.

I no longer worry that he won’t accept my rejection. I will make him. “I reject you, Aaron.” Angry tears roll down my cheeks, my blood boiling underneath my skin. The hope in his eyes is quickly replaced by confusion, disappointment, and determination. “I do not accept your rejection,” he declares. “I am the Alpha; I have the final say.” His eyes soften as he rushes to my side, his gaze searching my body, tearing apart at the obvious injuries. As if he cares that I’m hurt. It doesn’t matter whether or not he really does. It’s too little too late. Besides, it’s the injuries he can’t see that will be my undoing.

I know he was not expecting that reply, and I was not expecting to say that, but yeah, we are, and I can't hide it anymore. Everyone feels that I have this home that is happy and a wife that is good, but the only joy I derive from that house is my daughter. My little angel is the only thing that brings joy to my life, and without her, I would be an empty vessel devoid of feelings. I want to do all I can for her but not with her mother because I am in love with someone else. Alexa has always been the love of my life. There has not been any doubt about it. I know I messed up badly and hurt her in ways that I am ashamed of, and if I could go back, I would do things differently and not make the

The man was trying his best to make sure that he doesn’t get punished but when he raised his head, he saw Regal glaring at him and he shivered, his shoulders slouched in worry as he lowered his head again, if he was kicked out of the pack now, then he will surely die and so will his mate and pup …at this moment he needed to make sure that he would not lose the protection of his alpha. “ Do you think that you have the right to ask for a second chance? The shifter who ran away because of your carelessness was someone I caught after months of hard work and yet you made things difficult for me like this,” said Regal as he looked down at the man who was clutching his thighs and let out an annoyed

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'm sorry for trying to force you on bed, I really am. And… I don't mind you slapping my face for it, I mean you have every right to.” All these while he was talking, I was busily asking myself if this was actually reality or an effect of my imagination. It's fucking surprising to watch an Alpha apologize to his slave. Not like it wasn't natural, but when it came to Alpha Rick, nothing seemed natural. But here he is, pleading—asking for forgiveness. I couldn't get myself to understand why he was seeming too soft towards me these days. I nodded my head. “It's nothing. You don't have to apologize so much, I understand how you felt that night. It's natural to feel that way for…” I paused, then

And through our bond I felt the tension like ice crawling across the room. As they all noticed his experience; Conversations died immediately. Breaths held. And the temperature seemed to drop several degrees. “What did you just say?” Darrell asked in that low, controlled voice that made people's insides tremble — even mine. “ I dare you to repeat that again.” “I…I…” the supreme alpha stammered, eyes flicking to other supreme Alphas as if searching for rescue. His smile wilted. His hand began to shake. And regret painted his face; regret that he should not have said that.