Romans & histoires Alphas Regret Begging My Convict Luna Back

She was impossibly beautiful in that moonlight gown, every inch the perfect Luna. She smiled at Darius. He didn't smile back. But he took her hand. Raised it high for the pack to see. More cheers. More howls. The sound was deafening. I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't process what I was seeing. He promised. Last night he promised. He said— Someone laughed nearby. Then another. The sound rippled through the crowd like poison. "Did she actually think—" "Poor little orphan—" "Wolfless trash believed the Alpha wanted her—"

It bounced off again. Clang! “Why a she-wolf like her?” He’d laughed in my memory. “The Alpha is stronger with his fated mate by his side.” The pain in my chest was worse than the pain in my arm. “You get to save one, Alpha. Who’s it going to be? Your Luna, or your mistress?” And then, the shouting voice that had haunted my nightmares for three years. “Mira! Let Mira live!”

He says and he sounds like he's crying. “Why are you apologising to me?” I ask him. “It's Luna Reagan, she had her baby, it's a girl, but….” He gets choked up. “But what? Didn't she make it?” I ask him. “She did, she made it but about ten minutes ago, Alpha Damian had her beheaded for adultery, I'm so sorry, she's gone.” He says and I don't hear anything else, the phone falls from my hand and crashes on the floor.

The rest of the pack stares at me like I am some victim of tragedy absorbing all their piteous whispers: “He turned her down.” “The Alpha picked someone else.” “How pitiful.” “She thought she was enough.” I want to scream. I want to vanish. But my voice is gone, trapped behind the lump in my throat and the storm in my chest. “Say something,” I whisper to Caspian, my voice breaking. “Look me in the eyes and tell me this isn’t a mistake.” “I, Alpha Caspian King of the Nightfall Pack, reject you, Jocelyn Valdez, as my mate and Luna.” He says, staring down at me with a look of pity in his eyes.

I watched his face out of habit as you learned things from watching people's faces while they were on calls, the things they did not say out loud. What I watched happen to his face was everything to get me curious. "What!" he said into the phone, and even the way he said it was enough. I mean his expression shifted real fast … the easy, slightly amused energy from 30 seconds ago disappearing and something harder and more concerned moving in to replace it. He pulled the phone slightly away from his ear and turned to look directly at me. Then he looked at me with his full gaze and said, "Alpha, it's Luna Lara. She has entered the dark forest. Alone!"

Elara looked into her daughter’s glowing eyes, heart steady despite the fear. “Then the world will learn,” she whispered, “that we are not something to discard.” The darkness closed in. And far above, the Alpha who had once rejected his Luna screamed her name into the mountains, unanswered.

I had tried all my attempts, over and over again, by asking my father to speak to Alpha Sebastian, hoping he would listen, but it seemed all my plans kept crumbling to the ground no matter how hard I tried. Alpha Sebastian had refused to see me, completely shutting me out, and even after accepting my father’s presence, he still refused to grant his request to release my mother. My father told me everything he said, every single word, and how he made it clear that everything now lay in Valeria’s hands. Hearing that alone made something inside me snap. At that moment, I felt like I had lost everything, like everything I had worked for was slipping through my fingers, but I would never go down

I didn't want to lose her, and I needed her. After all the years we had spent together, her presence had become an addiction. Like oxygen needed to breathe, or the ozone layer that protected the Earth. And being without Noira was slowly destroying me from the inside. Whenever I thought about her, I would often feel a sharp ache in my back. I would close my eyes for a moment and slowly exhale through my mouth, trying to ease the pain. “Alpha, it seems the Kingsley family will be getting involved this time.” I opened my eyes and looked at my Beta. He was holding a document in his hand, which I immediately took from him.

His gaze tracked every movement of my hands, the way my dark hair fell over my shoulder, the calm authority in my eyes. Suddenly, a text scrolled across the public feed of the scrying projection: I wonder if Supreme Alpha Ronan regrets losing his true Luna? Ronan reached out, his thick, clawed finger pressing against the rune interface on his desk. He typed a single response directly from his official account: Ronan Wolfhart: I regret it every second of my existence. The feed went entirely still for three full seconds before exploding into absolute chaos. —BY THE ANCIENT MOTHERS! IT'S THE SUPREME ALPHA HIMSELF!

Ivy’s POV “I forgive you.” The words leave my lips softly again, almost fearfully, as if I am afraid the darkness itself might swallow them before they reach him. For a long moment, nothing happens. Alexander remains kneeling in the void, head bowed, shoulders rigid. His breathing is shallow, uneven, the weight of countless unspoken regrets pressing him deeper into himself. Then, just barely, his fingers twitch. It is such a small movement that I almost miss it, but my heart lurches violently in my chest, hope surging so suddenly it hurts. I lean closer, searching his face desperately.