Alphas Regret Novels & Stories

As I stared at his pale face, I momentarily fell into a daze. He seemed different, yet somehow still the same. He was still the Alpha who could stand in a simple shirt and pants and make every other wolf in the room lose their color. But now, I felt nothing for him. Looking into his sincere eyes, I puzzledly asked, "What do you regret?" He held my gaze and murmured, "Let's start over, alright?" I shook my head without hesitation, and my tone left no room for negotiation when I said, "No. I'm doing just fine on my own."

And through our bond I felt the tension like ice crawling across the room. As they all noticed his experience; Conversations died immediately. Breaths held. And the temperature seemed to drop several degrees. “What did you just say?” Darrell asked in that low, controlled voice that made people's insides tremble — even mine. “ I dare you to repeat that again.” “I…I…” the supreme alpha stammered, eyes flicking to other supreme Alphas as if searching for rescue. His smile wilted. His hand began to shake. And regret painted his face; regret that he should not have said that.

I yelled at the top of my lungs. I had indeed thought about letting Talia die. Yes, every time I was drunk, I wished she would just die. But now when the thought of actually losing her struck me, my heart twisted with immense pain. The attending doctor appeared in front of me, looking exhausted. "Alpha Damon, I did my best. I’m sorry..." "What do you mean? I’m sorry! The last time I saw her, she was fine," I grabbed the doctor by the collar. "It’s you, it’s your lack of medical skill... you killed her!"

"I see a man who rejected his mate because she wasn't good enough for him. I see someone who shattered a twenty-one-year-old girl and walked away without looking back. I see—" "I looked back." His grip tightened fractionally, desperation bleeding through. "Every day. Every single day for five years, I've looked back. I've thought about you constantly. Dreamed about you. Gone half-mad with—" "With what?" I yanked my arm free. "Regret? How nice for you. I spent those five years *surviving*. Rebuilding myself from the wreckage you left behind. So forgive me if I don't have sympathy for your suffering."

To drive the lesson home, they told him the tragic tale of two powerful Alphas, one was alpha Greg and the other was her great grandfather Alpha Greg once a revered leader, strong, fearless, and unmatched in battle. But all of that changed the day his mate got taken by rogues. He moved heaven and earth to find her, launched countless raids, and spilled rivers of blood to bring her home. Yet in the end, it wasn’t enough. They killed her right in front of him. And that was when the real horror began.

“Greg, I’m not mad at you; these things happen, and there is no controlling what the Goddess wills… Come on buddy and shift so we can talk, it’s been ages since I’ve seen my little shadow.” Gregory hesitated, obviously warring with himself whether or not to shift back. Finally, I could see his wolf relent; and the boy slowly shifted back. His head was hung as he stood in the surf, sadness weighing heavily on him. “I’m so sorry…” he finally said, a sob catching in his chest. I went up to him and draped an arm on his shoulders. “Hey, buddy, there’s nothing to be sorry about. Why would you be sorry?” “I’m useless to the pack, especially now that another alpha is needed. I’m just a stupid beta.”

And the realization cut deeper than any wound he had ever suffered. Alan's wolf growled low beneath his skin, a shadow of the rage and obsession that had once defined him. But there was no fire left to fuel it—only hollow regret and the bitter taste of failure. He sank to one knee, hands clenched, his voice trembling. "I… I resign," he whispered to the wind, to the trees, to the memories of what could have been. "I am no longer Alpha. I cannot lead… not like this… not without her."

The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating, and I could feel the weight of everything we had never said pressing down on me. "I never meant for it to end this way." He said, his voice barely audible. I laughed again, the sound still bitter and sharp. "You never meant for it to end this way. That is all you ever say. You never meant for any of it to happen. And yet it all happened. Because of you." He looked up at me, his dark eyes filled with something that might have been regret. "Do you even regret it?" I asked, my voice flat. "Any of it? What you did to your Alpha? What you did to Isora? What you did to me?"

After ten years of being mates with Ryan, he rescued Sophia, a werewolf without a wolf, from the northern territory. From that day on, the cold, ruthless Alpha became her gentle protector. Ryan draped my cloak over Sophia's shoulders, shielded her with my Moonlight Scepter, and even allowed her to sit in the seat of honor that was supposed to be mine. With tears in my eyes, I once demanded to know when he planned to send her away. Ryan had frowned. His eyes were filled with confusion and disappointment. "Elena, you're the Luna of the pack, and you possess extraordinary healing abilities. No one can threaten your position. "Sophia doesn't even have a wolf! If we send her away, she'll die

"Stay behind me." "No." "Elara—" "I'm not letting you fight them alone." "You don't have a choice." He pushed me behind him, his body shielding mine. "Stay behind me and keep your blade ready. If one of them gets past me, you cut them down. Don't hesitate. Don't think. Just cut." I nodded, my hands shaking, my blade heavy in my grip. Rhys tilted his head. "You're the Alpha of the Night-Stalker Syndicate. I've heard of you. The monster who killed his own father. The beast who built an empire on blood and fear."