Alpha's Regret Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Leaving the rear guard stranded." "Relax," the second man said. He flicked his cigarette butt into the brush. "We called it in. The retrieval team is an hour out. Besides, no one is following us. The Alpha is dead. The mercenaries are busy picking their teeth with the Council guards." "I heard the black wolf took a dose of the liquid bane," the third man laughed. "He was drooling on himself when we left. Pathetic." The rage that exploded in my chest was white hot. It blinded me for a second.

“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

He didn't get a response, but the lunar dust beneath his feet suddenly swirled, forming a small, shimmering spiral—a Weaver’s knot. The 70th chapter closed on the image of the five fugitives standing on a dead world, looking down at an empire in flames. The "Alpha’s Regret" was a memory. The "Alpha’s Return" had begun. And this time, they weren't just bringing a rebellion. They were bringing the Moon back to the sky.

Regan sat silently at the entrance of a garden, lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts about the messengers that were brought dead filled his mind. He wondered greatly why the Alphas would have done that and what level of boldness they possessed to even think of doing that at all. He didn't know what to feel. Rage, for losing his men or pain and sadness, for the same reason. ‘Those Alphas should be vanquished for doing such vile thing!’ Boris growled within his mind, sending a wave of rage through him. Regan took in a deep breath to suppress the emotion. He didn't wish to be angry just yet.

Done playing. “To apologize. For real this time. Not the half-assed sorry I threw at you before. Not some political performance. I mean actually owning what I did. I destroyed you. Destroyed us. Destroy whatever chance we had at anything good.” I wasn’t ready for that. Wasn’t ready for real regret. “Why now? After all of it?” “Because I watched you today. Watch you step into the Alpha you were always supposed to be. And it hit me—what I lost. What I threw away when I picked Lila. When I turned on you.”

The man lays down straight, his eyes closed but eyebrows knitted for some reason. There is sweat that starts to form on his forehead, this disturbs his sleep. Quickly jolting from the bed, he pushes his face to his hand. Every night it has been the same dream and every morning he wakes up with the same fright since she died. Every night it is the same guilt and every day it is the same regret. Regret that he didn’t get to talk to his mother before she died - he prefers the term murdered. Regret that the last words he spoke to her were hurtful. Ever since he became the alpha, he lost his control and became a pure devil. His fists grab the sheets as he yanks them apart. He does not deserve thi

He was going to lose her. At this point the mighty Alpha had been reduced to nothing but prayers as he bawled his eyes out like a baby, his heart heavy with so much sorrow and regret. Perhaps he should have asked that they stay in the basement instead… maybe if they had, all of this would not have happened. He knew it was too late to be lamenting and regretting decisions past, but he could not seem to help himself— he could not even stop if he tried. But there was one thing that was at the back of his mind, even though his distress was not thinking about it. Why was she not turning back into her human form? Wolves almost always died in their human form—

I cringe, “I did. Let’s just leave it that things didn’t go as planned and that I’m now paying the price.” Daniel looks at me with pity, “I hope you get off lightly, that you’re here because Alpha Harrison can’t punish you because you’re not his pack member.” “I wish it were that simple, I was really stupid and I regret it all.” I say as I start crying once again. “They don’t say ‘Regret is sense that comes too late,’ for nothing,” he sighs as he walks away.

Every part of me longed to get her to repeat what she just said and tell me everything, but I knew it wasn’t the right time. So Alpha Regan had not only lost his family but his mate as well? I heard he had been quite young at the time so how had he found his mate so early? And who was his mate? The questions burned on my tongue but never made it out. My heart suddenly broke for him. To have found his mate early just to have her taken from him suddenly. And alongside his family no less. I couldn’t possibly imagine the pain he must have gone through. And to think he would remember it all again due to the memorial.

“You are going to regret ever offering to fight me. I will give you one last chance though. Leave now, and I’ll let you stay alive to give birth and raise your baby. Consider this your…” “The only person who should be regretful is you….” I cut him off. His offer might sound acceptable to someone who’s a coward, but unfortunately for him, I’m not one. “…..having a daughter like Nadia who does nothing but follow daddy’s tail, should be a big regret to you, just as you are to those that once called you Alpha.” By the end of my words, I realize I must have done more emotional damage than expected. A growl splits from Maddox’s throat as he lunges at me, unannounced.