Alpha's Regret Novels & Stories

A waved of emotions rushed through alpha Jordan.He kept on staring at Cora sad but,Optimistic faced .His heart kept on beating fast as he stares deeply at her ,he suddenly regret every of his actions,for participating in all his father wicked heart , including raiding others people pack , killing their strong warrior and having possession of the female slaves .All this done by his father and he was an accomplice with evil,His father had been involved in.Then he didn't feel it that much,since it was fun when he see others in pain and yearning for mercy for a crime they knew nothing about . Realizing the fact ,that his mate is one of the she wolf held captive and the fact that she was also now

I say, my voice filled with anger and sadness. Alice's face contorts with guilt and shame. "I know. I was wrong. I should have never done it. I regret it every day." "Regret won't bring Esther back," Alexei growls, his eyes flashing with anger. Ryder steps forward, his expression grave. "Alice, you will have to face the consequences of your actions." Alice nods, tears streaming down her face. "I know." "But who was Alpha Bob's mate? Is she still alive?" I ask.

In the world of Alphas, where egos often clashed, we had managed to maintain a steadfast bond that transcended any obstacle. I couldn’t help but reflect on Alex’s journey after his parents were killed during a rogue attack when we were just sixteen. Stepping up as Alpha amid tragedy, he faced numerous challenges, including his uncle’s opposition. He managed to rebuild his pack from the ground up, staying true to his ideals. Together with Sean and me, he founded a successful company and took over his late father’s other ventures. Beneath his smile lay the pain of his past, hidden from most.

His words were calm, but each one felt like a soft blow. We ate in silence for a while, only the clink of cutlery filling the space. I stole glances at him. His face stayed cold, but behind his eyes there was something else, weariness, maybe even concern he would never speak aloud. I gathered the courage. “Liam, have you ever felt regret? Being Alpha, being a doctor, carrying all this weight?” “No. I was born for this, and I will never regret what is my destiny.” I bit my lip. “What about me? Do you regret that I became your Luna?”

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.

--- In the war room, the new Alpha’s council erupted in shouts. “We’ve taken the keep—now what?” Alexander didn’t answer. His fingers traced the edge of something in his pocket: an old, cracked reed flute. “Burn the traitors,” someone shouted. He stood. “Later. First we clean the dungeons.” His voice was calm. But in his chest, something thrashed. --- That night, Melodie sat against the wall, blood drying on her wrists. She hummed softly, the tune wobbling but true. Up above, Alexander jolted awake, heart pounding. He knew that sound. But the dream faded before he could hold it. ---

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—

And I could remember the last time he did, it was to quarrel and ask why I hadn’t prepared the pack ledger properly the way he commanded it, something that wasn't my duty but always handled by the beta. I left my chambers with my heart on my hands and followed Marta obediently through the stone corridors of Ravenfall manor. The whispers increased the moment my legs stepped into the hall. “There she is again. Still walking around with no pup in her belly, and to think it’s been what? Exactly two years?” “Poor Alpha. But he's full of regrets now for bringing her in.” “She was rumored to be an orphan, right? No real bloodline was found in her. No wonder misfortune is following her.”

Wrapping his whole body around mine when I curled into a ball from the pain. Punching a wall with red-rimmed eyes when the doctors shook their heads and said they couldn't find a cause. Back then, I thought he was heartbroken over my bad luck, that I'd simply been born a fragile Omega. Now I realized he'd probably been documenting my suffering to send to the group chat for their entertainment. I stared at the crack in the ceiling and almost laughed. I'd told him long ago that if an Alpha marked me, my body would improve.

Her eyes held fury that could burn forests, but underneath I saw something else—pain that went deeper than hatred. The pain of someone who’d begged to be believed and been ignored. “You had months to remember this,” she mouthed at me. “I was grieving,” I said desperately, knowing she couldn’t hear me through the glass. “I wasn’t thinking clearly—” “Now you want to play hero?” Her lips formed the words very clearly. Behind me, the crowd grew increasingly hostile. Pack members chose sides, their unified community breaking apart. “The Alpha’s lost his mind,” someone shouted. “Or he’s finally telling the truth,” Nathan shot back. “My daughter was framed!”