Alphas Regret Begging My Convict Luna Back Novels & Stories

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?”

He paused, emotion tightening his voice. "I wonder if one day, these moon-crystals can have emotional resonance—if I could somehow bring my late mate back to me." His words trailed into a wistful sigh. "It's been twenty moon-cycles. I still miss her." His eyes grew misty, and he wiped them discreetly with the edge of his sleeve. "Forgive me, Alpha Winters. An old wolf's foolishness." His vulnerability touched something deep within me, momentarily blurring the line between pack business and genuine empathy. As I searched for words of comfort, movement in the doorway caught my attention.

Luna Belinda said, clasping her hands together, her mouth moving fast as if praying to the Moon Goddess for a miracle. I touched Alpha Rudy’s arm gently. “Alpha, please wake up. You have to wake up. We are worried about your condition!” I said, adding extra force as I continued shaking his hands, legs and feet for maximum effort. Time went by. My efforts were futile. I looked at a distraught Luna. “I’m so sorry, I can’t wake him up. Please forgive me,” I apologized sincerely. Luna Belinda looks distraught. She begins pacing back and forth in the middle of the room in absolute despair.

“You are under arrest, Alpha Mabel, for daring to touch an ex, Luna. You would be caged in the dungeon till you have learnt your lessons.” Ridiculous! When I was a Luna, I was belittled, mocked, and I never complained, did I? And now Gena couldn't even stand a little burn? Hah! “Very well, Alpha Silas, if you can arrest me in a pack that isn't yours, then go ahead; I want to see how far you can go to have what Isn't yours.”

Because equality wasn’t something I had ever been offered. Only taken. Or denied. And now… Here it was, standing in front of me. Wearing confidence like armor. I studied him carefully. Every movement, every breath, every detail, trying to find the flaw. But all I found… was control Far away… An Alpha was searching for the woman he lost. Regret was beginning to settle into bones that once carried only pride. But here? In the quiet aftermath of blood and victory… In the rising shadow of something new, a different kind of king had already found her.

Wolves greeted me with smiles and blessings. "Our Alpha is the handsomest male alive," one young she-wolf sighed, "and our Luna the most beautiful. A perfect match." "If I’m reborn," another added wistfully, "I hope to be as happy as our Luna." I managed a faint, bitter smile. Lucien appeared at my side, kissing me deeply in front of everyone. "I love you, Gaia," he whispered against my lips. "Do you like your surprise?" I couldn’t smile back. All I could do was stare into his deep navy-blue eyes, that achingly handsome face… Memories flashed like ghosts—running wild through fields in wolf form, the searing pain and pleasure of our bonding bite, nights of tangled sheets and whispered promise

"Elena, if we don't survive tomorrow..." "We will," I said, my voice as hard as the quartz above us. "Because the Alpha’s Regret isn't finished yet. You still have eighty chapters of redemption to go." He let out a short, surprised laugh, the tension breaking for just a moment. "Only eighty?" "If you're lucky," I teased, a ghost of a smile touching my lips. We stood there in the quiet of the armory, the "Hidden Luna" and the "Regretful Alpha," finally standing on the same side of the line.

"But I figured you wouldn't be sleeping anyway." "Look at this." He puts down the folder and takes the photograph from me. I watch his eyebrows climb. They keep climbing. "Alpha." He looks at me, then back at the picture. "That's the Luna." "Yes." "That's her, as in..." He stops. Starts again. "Where did this come from?" "The wallet of the woman at the restaurant. The one who dropped her glass." He stares at me. "The woman who told you she'd never met you."

the Alpha said in a smooth voice. Reginald stiffened beside me. "Who the fuck are you and what do you want?" he demanded, his voice a territorial growl. The Alpha completely ignored him, keeping his focus entirely on me. "I’ve been watching from where I’m sat," he said, leaning in slightly. "Is this young man harassing you in any way?" I looked at Reginald—his clenched jaw, the possessive flare of his nostrils—and a sudden, wicked impulse seized me. I looked back at the Alpha, my expression melting into one of practiced distress.

His arm circled her waist as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, making her burst into laughter. The crowd erupted. "Look at them! It's like they've never been apart. SWEET." "You finally got her back, Alpha!" "Throw the cripple out! Our TRUE Luna is finally home!"