Alphas Regret 소설 & 이야기

And free. My mind drifts to the Alpha and his dark piercing eyes. When I accepted his rejection, for a split second, I thought I saw something that resembled along the lines of pain and maybe a hint of regret. And it’s crazy to even consider him feeling a tinge of regret about losing me. He never wanted me in the first place, so this shouldn’t be anything new. It shouldn’t bother me. And it does.

Lyra no longer recognized him as our mate. "You felt it," I spat, wiping blood from my mouth. "Our mate bond's hanging by a thread since you screwed that she-wolf." The moment my nails shifted back, I yanked at my shirt, the cedar scent from last night with Lionel still clinging to the fabric. "No way!" Esmond bellowed. His healing skin glistened under sunlight—damn Alpha regeneration. Suddenly he lunged, pinning me again. "Then we'll remake the bond. Right. Now."

But not hard enough. I took another. And another. Praying the burn would be enough to numb the pain just for a second. Long enough to forget her face in that ballroom. Long enough to forget the silence when I realised she wasn’t coming home. Long enough to forget the crushing weight pressing on my chest every time I breathed in, and she wasn’t beside me anymore. My dead mate. My failure as an Alpha. My best friend and Beta betraying me. It all spun in circles, grief mixing with rage, heartbreak bleeding into something darker. And the more I drank, the more I wanted to burn it all down.

The triplets immediately signaled for us to follow, and we did, trailing behind the Alpha as he made his way to what I assumed was his private study or office. Inside the room, after we had all settled into chairs, after some minutes, the Alpha finally spoke. "How have you been doing all these years?" He asked Vanessa, his voice much gentler than I had expected given the circumstances. Vanessa could barely get the words out. Her voice was shaky and barely above a whisper as she responded. "I... I've learned so many things over the years. I regret every single action I took. Every decision that led to that terrible moment." The Alpha looked at her with an expression that was difficult to read

Done playing. “To apologize. For real this time. Not the half-assed sorry I threw at you before. Not some political performance. I mean actually owning what I did. I destroyed you. Destroyed us. Destroy whatever chance we had at anything good.” I wasn’t ready for that. Wasn’t ready for real regret. “Why now? After all of it?” “Because I watched you today. Watch you step into the Alpha you were always supposed to be. And it hit me—what I lost. What I threw away when I picked Lila. When I turned on you.”

Kaelen didn’t turn. Didn’t argue. Didn’t deny it. Because for the first time since he became Alpha he felt something far worse than defeat. Regret. Real. Crushing. Unforgiving regret. His hands curled into fists. Images flashed in his mind uninvited, relentless. Icarra standing before him, her eyes full of something fragile… something hopeful. The moment he rejected her. The way her face had gone still. The way her scent had shattered. He had told himself it was necessary. Now the silence she left behind felt louder than any battlefield.

"Leaving the rear guard stranded." "Relax," the second man said. He flicked his cigarette butt into the brush. "We called it in. The retrieval team is an hour out. Besides, no one is following us. The Alpha is dead. The mercenaries are busy picking their teeth with the Council guards." "I heard the black wolf took a dose of the liquid bane," the third man laughed. "He was drooling on himself when we left. Pathetic." The rage that exploded in my chest was white hot. It blinded me for a second.

I snarled. He swallowed. “I really regret it. Every single day. Since I knew the truth, I regretted it. Please give me a chance to—.” I slapped his hand away. “I’m not a saint, Alpha Black. And that Amber you know is already dead.” For a long while, he looked at me. Those beautiful golden orbs analysing and contemplating as usual, finding the next best move, like a panther, slithering in the dark, waiting for that perfect opportunity, or creating one when there’s none.

"Sever the mate bond, Adrian. Set us both free." For six years, Evelyn thought that if she was patient enough, obedient enough, she could thaw the ice around Adrian Hayes's heart. She was the Luna of Blackthorn Pack, his mate in name—but the woman he truly loved was never her. Their daughter Stella was the only light in Evelyn's long, dark days. Then that light was snuffed out by the cruelest betrayal. While Stella lay dying, her father was at another woman's side. Stella sobbed, "Mommy, is it because I'm not good enough? Is that why Daddy doesn't like me?" Evelyn couldn't bear to tell her the truth: it wasn't that you weren't good enough—Daddy just didn't love Mommy, and so he couldn't b

I stared at the Alpha. He looked away. And that was when I knew. There was something he hadn't told me. Something enormous. Something connected to my death. Something connected to my rebirth. "What happened to me?" I whispered. The Alpha finally looked at me. His eyes were filled with something I'd never seen there before. Regret. "I was too late." My heart broke. "Too late for what?" He closed his eyes. "To save you." The room seemed to spin. Memories suddenly flashed through my mind.