Alpha Twins Regret After Choosing Stepsister Novels & Stories

He released me, making me stagger a few steps backward. "Useless. I always knew that you would end up with someone who isn't an Alpha, and your fate is to be nothing more than a shadow behind your mate." He came up to me, tugging on my arm until I made eye contact with him. "Do you regret it? You should have just agreed when I wanted to claim both of you instead of arrogantly declining, saying that you wouldn't stand in the way of your sister's happiness. That was bullshit; look at what you have become now."

Estan said in a defeated tone, leaving Regan and retreating into the crowd. Regan watched with a confused expression as his beta walked out on him. “What does that even mean?” He ran his hand through his long black hair. Things were already getting out of hand. His beta doesn't want him to reject the princess while he strongly wanted to. He couldn't possibly be mated to the daughter of an Alpha he plans to kill. He had learnt his lesson with Kiya. From across the hall, he spotted the Princess, standing there and gazing at him. It irritated the hell out of him and he growled before grabbing a goblet of wine and storming off.

Kaitlyn’s stepsister was truly a character. “I personally don't think the broken mirrors are a bad idea. We'll set it up, leave the regular roofing. If they come back, we'll unleash it on them and see how they like being ambushed by their stupid antics,” another Alpha chimed in and soon it was voted for a summer holiday project for the school. Then they turned to me. “Son, why haven't you selected your mate? You have shifted a couple of years back yet unlike other Alphasons you haven't named your Luna,” an Alpha asked me and I had to remind myself that this was standard questioning and not an attack.

He stood out in the crowd with his chiseled features framed by black hair. The lady on the podium continued, "Ryan Taylor, the Alpha prince, will now take the stage." I was suprised was there another Ryan? It wasn't him right? The realization hit me like a lightning bolt. He was not only my mate but also the Alpha prince. My eyes widened in resentment as I heard those words, "A-l-p-h-a." The words 'Alpha' and 'Alpha prince' reverberated in my mind, and my heart raced in response.

Ethan is going to hate me. Ethan Sinclair. My husband. The Alpha of our pack. He was a man who commanded respect, a man who got everything he ever wanted. And the one thing he wanted more than anything else in this world was an heir. A child. He talked about it all the time, this unspoken pressure hanging over our marriage. He wanted a little boy or girl to run around the pack house, someone to carry on his legacy. And I failed. I didn’t even know I was protecting a life inside me, and because of that, I let it slip away. He was going to be completely heartbroken, and it was all my fault.

"If you dare take her away today, I'll die at the werewolf altar!" I inhaled the nauseating mix of scents in the air. "Alpha Drogo's iron law—no mixed-blood offspring can be entered into the family registry. Do you want the Starlight Pack to laugh at us?" Priscilla's face changed, then she gritted her teeth. "You don't need to worry about this. I'll make sure Alpha Drogo and the rest of the Daltons never find out." "Oh? But Lionel already knows. Do you think you can keep it hidden?"

But since Victoria, their widowed stepmother, returned six months ago, that dream had slowly crumbled, piece by painful piece. Victoria was only eight years older than Garrett. She was the second Luna that Garrett's father, the previous Alpha, had married to help raise his sons. But Garrett was already 16 then, and Victoria got along well with both brothers. Years later, Garrett's father died in battle. Garrett became Alpha, and Victoria moved out of the pack house. Before meeting Victoria, I thought the brothers' love for their stepmother was based on childhood bonds and respect. But reality had slapped both Cathy and me hard in the face.

"You really have no self-awareness, do you?" His grip tightened slightly. "I only agreed to the Mating Ceremony with you as revenge for you abandoning me for power all those years ago." Victoria's struggle stilled, confusion replacing anger. "What are you talking about?" "Before my brother, there was me. Or have you conveniently forgotten?" Ethan's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "You chose him because he was next in line for Alpha. And now you've tried the same game again." Realization dawned in Victoria's eyes. "Ethan, that was years ago. We were practically children—"

“We already moved on from that.” My heart felt like someone reached inside my chest and squeezed it. Our beautiful little mate was gone before she even got to experience life. That thing in the cell was an imposter. She was nothing. She was no one. “She isn’t dead,” Ian said, shaking his head furiously. “She is in the cell and she is suffering.” “Good,” I said, growling. “She deserves to suffer.” Ian sighed loudly. “There is no proof that Alpha Rowan’s daughter was going to be your mate,” Ian said, making my blood boil.

Not once. The healing was a success. Damien reclaimed his position as Alpha King heir. He and Vivienne became official. The Mating Ceremony preparations began. I tried to explain, over and over. No one believed me. Not until I was dead. This time, I looked my parents in the eye and spoke the most brutal oath I could muster before the Moon Goddess. "I swear to give up Damien forever. If I break this oath, let my soul and my wolf be shattered together." I held their gaze. "Happy now?"