Alpha Twins Regret After Choosing Stepsister Novels & Stories

The moonlight spilled through the tall windows, casting silver shadows across the floor. I stared at his chest rising and falling. “I was sixteen when I first thought I found my mate,” I whispered. “He was handsome. Strong. And the future Alpha. I watched him from afar and thought, maybe fate didn’t forget me after all.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “But he never saw me. Not really. And when the bond finally connected us, he rejected it silently. He chose someone else. My stepsister. They lied. Hurt me. And did all sorts of cruel things to me.”

His face twisted in anger, and he spat, “Regina is my precious daughter. How can I let her marry that bastard? You, on the other hand, are just a tool. You carry the alpha blood, and nobody will ever know the difference. And they offered us a million dollars in return. Can you imagine that? A million!” My heart shattered at his cruel words. I couldn’t stop the tears that began to spill down my cheeks. Was this all I was to him? Just a pawn to be traded for money? I fought back my sobs and screamed, “So all you care about is money? Don’t you care how your daughter will suffer if I’m forced to marry that cruel Alpha?” For a moment, the room fell silent, and I thought maybe my words had reached

But soon we start talking, and as the three of them open up, I find out that we all have a lot in common. All three of them are outcasts in some way, not really belonging in this world, and struggling to fit in with their packs. Regan left the San Diego pack house after her relationship with Nash ended badly, and once he became the Alpha, she never felt like she had a home there. Then she was sent off to join the Arizona pack, which was a tough adjustment for many reasons. I totally get how how that feels - coming into the world suddenly as a Star Twin meant that I didn’t exactly grow up with a family, and then returning to earth after so long away, it wasn’t easy to settle in with the San D

“I had her under my toe, but now I was sure that if I moved further, she would develop wings and she would escape me, and the way my father was so happy that she was getting married, that she had fulfilled what they had planned, what they had agreed was making him happy, but not as happy as that she had bagged a wealthy Alpha, while I struggled. This was so much like her, always stealing my shine wherever she could find it to steal, and somehow I didn't understand why she was always in the same area as me. Father didn’t even pay even the slightest bit of attention to me; in fact, he didn’t sit with me, and how could he in the first place? When he had his precious girl loved up by all and sun

I shouted, but he remained unmoved by my anger and urgency. “Please, just let me try. We need to sort this out,” I implored, my teeth clenched as I struggled to control my emotions. But Drake was stubborn, and my pleas fell on deaf ears. As we continued driving, my frustration mounted. I felt a deep sense of dissatisfaction and regret about how everything had turned out. The seriousness of my decisions hit me hard, and I couldn't shake the feeling of having made a mistake. I regretted rejecting Astrid and dismissing her. I had been so focused on securing my position as an Alpha of two packs and ensuring that the pack would be mine that I overlooked what really mattered.

“Thank you.” As Elena walked off, Valeria practically bounced in her seat. “I already love her.” My mother smiled warmly. “She seems very sweet.” “She is,” I admitted. Then my expression darkened. “Mom… something happened at Silvercrest.” Her face immediately changed. “What happened?” Instead of speaking out loud, I mind-linked her. The Alpha twins got rejected by their mate, but their mate slept with them first. Her eyes widened in horror. “What the fuck is wrong with these wolves?”

My sister Emma and I were mated to the most powerful Alpha twins in the North—Evan and Lucas. After the marking ceremony, they spoiled us rotten. Every she-wolf in the Pack was jealous. But they didn't know the truth. In my past life, while rogues were tearing my unborn five-month-old pup and three-year-old nephew apart, those "devoted" Alphas were peeling apples for the murderer. When I opened my eyes, I was back. One hour before the rogue attack.

Later, driving home, Skyler and I were quiet, both processing what we'd witnessed. "That could be us in a year," he said finally. "You in that hospital bed, me panicking in the waiting room, our baby in your arms." "Scary thought." "Terrifying thought. Best thought." He squeezed my hand. "I can't wait." "Me neither." Eighteen months mated, five days from becoming Alpha, two months from trying for a baby. Everything was happening so fast, but it felt right. We were building the life we'd always wanted. One choice at a time. One step at a time.

I paused again before continuing. "You see, son, why the Alpha became the way he did was because he was full of regrets. He regretted his actions towards his mate. If he had accepted her and not sent her away, he would have been able to protect her and prevented a lot of things. However, his regret became tenfold when he later realized what he had done when he went berserker. It consumed him so much that he could not live on and ended up killing himself. But the deed had been done. He had destroyed half of the werewolf world and left the other half in a terrible state."

Wait, what? Before I knew anything, I was in my wedding dress, and standing in front of me was the alpha of Silver river pack, Alpha Curtis, and right now he was looking at me with hate and disgust. Hey! Don’t look at me like that! It’s not like I wanted to do this. I rolled my eyes and apparently he saw that because right now the look on his face was added a bit of anger and shock. Yeah didn’t see that coming did you? A smirk crept up my face until my eyes met with my father’s.