Romans & histoires Alpha Twins Regret After Choosing Their Stepsister

Everything had happened so fast that most of the guests were still processing it, frozen in place. The first to recover was Adrian. He wasn't grieving Vivian's exile—if anything, he was relieved. Now that I wasn't just the Alpha's daughter but the heir to the entire pack, once we held a mating ceremony, both packs would be his. He'd be the most powerful Alpha in the wolf world. Untouchable. The key now was winning me back. He was certain that eight years of history meant something—that I wouldn't just throw it all away. Sure, he'd made mistakes. But once I cooled off, things would go back to normal.

Alphas were paired with Alphas, Betas with Betas, and Omegas with Omegas. The top contenders flexed their muscles and strolled into the arena like they owned the place, each trying to show off the magnificence of the faction they belonged to, each trying to make a name for themselves to make their packs proud. As the contenders gathered, my eyes caught onto someone, Alexander, the adopted Beta from the East. He was adopted for his rare green eyes and brought to the House of Freya, one of the loyalists to the Triplet Alphas. Alexander was one of the few who stood up for me when I was cast into the Hallow Hades turned against me two years ago.

"You stayed. You came back." "I told you," she murmured, her voice sounding like it was echoing from the bottom of a deep well. "I’m not leaving them. Not ever again." She reached out with a trembling hand, her fingers brushing Leo’s cheek first, then Maya’s. The children scrambled forward, a chaotic pile of limbs and tears, burying themselves in her embrace. For a moment, the cramped, cold interior of the escape pod became a sanctuary. The "Alpha’s Regret" that had haunted Killian for years—the feeling that he was a bringer of ruin—melted away in the heat of her presence. She had taken the darkest legacy of his bloodline and burned it to ash.

He pulled back just enough to grip my upper arms, his watery eyes searching my face with agony. "Forgive us, child," the old Alpha pleaded, his voice breaking down the middle in front of his guard detail. "Forgive this broken old fool. Forgive the Sinclair bloodline. We failed you. We let a pack of wolves treat a queen like garbage, and we almost cost you your life. I am so sorry, Ruby. So, so sorry." A bitter, hot lump formed in my throat. I couldn't say the words it's okay, because it wasn't. It had never been okay. But seeing this terrifying old lion reduced to a weeping grandfather broke through the ice around my heart.

Then a furious male voice. "Freya! Are you trying to embarrass Celeste by dying? How vicious can you be?" I opened my eyes. It was my brother, Kael. One of the four Alpha leads. The system had once said that if I could raise his familial love to one hundred percent, I would succeed. But then Celeste had stolen his heart. All it took was her saying that I'd hired rogues to rape her, and he believed her without question. From that day on, he hated me.I was no longer his sister.

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."

“I just don’t want you doing something out of anger because you’re going to regret it." "Sometimes, as an Alpha, you have to do things that you know that you’ll regret.” I said, looking her in the eye and she frowned before I put a finger under her chin. “I don’t want you being upset because of this because it is not your fault. But what my sister did was wrong…”

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."

"Do you really want them dead when you aren't sure who the father is?" Axel crawled closer t0 him and gripped his feet. "Please Alpha, you don't need to do this to my nieces. They are innocent." He kicked Axel on his jaw and he began bleeding. "You're a crazy jerk for telling me that. Aren't you supposed to be ashamed that your sister got pregnant by another man instead of me?" Alpha Wymond screamed at Axel who was in tears. Ophelia stood up and left the chamber immediately, she couldn't bear losing her children no matter what.

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.