Alphas Regret Novels & Stories

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.

Greg calmed down, as there was nothing more than a few scratches. - Everything is fine. - Alpha replied, standing to her feet. - I shouldn't leave you. - Greg said, and his voice was still shaking. He could not believe how he could be so reckless, what could lead to his mate's death. - It was my fault. I underestimated my opponent. - Katherine replied, embarrassed, and put her hand on Greg's cheek. - Now, I need to thank someone. Alpha turned around and started walking towards Camille. She stopped right before the witch.

I say, my voice filled with anger and sadness. Alice's face contorts with guilt and shame. "I know. I was wrong. I should have never done it. I regret it every day." "Regret won't bring Esther back," Alexei growls, his eyes flashing with anger. Ryder steps forward, his expression grave. "Alice, you will have to face the consequences of your actions." Alice nods, tears streaming down her face. "I know." "But who was Alpha Bob's mate? Is she still alive?" I ask.

“I'm sorry my Alpha. Forgive me. I have foolishly crossed the line this time.” “Go. I'll be having company soon. We'll talk another time.” Alpha Greg dismissed him. “Once again, I ask for your forgiveness,” Carlos begged one more time before he finally left. A crook smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he walked out the door. The doubt in Alpha Greg's face already suggested the seed he'd sewn into him was soon to start yielding fruits. He hoped he would dump his pride that has done nothing spectacular for him all his life and follow the new path he'd sowed into him.

"How I wish you won't regret losing us again, Alpha Romulo," I replied, my voice strained with utter regret and dismay. "If we were the monsters you think we are, isn't it ironic that we are still locked up in this hell of a place?" Alpha Romulo's expression remained impassive, save for a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. Perhaps he was intrigued by my sudden shift in tone, my sincerity flowing through each word.

I could actually hear the venom in Alpha's tone. "I know Alpha. I wasn't thinking." "You're officially the worst beta ever," Alpha sighed. His voice sounded normal again. Was this guy schizophrenic? "You know that twelve thousand four hundred and four is not the number of women I've bed, but the number of lives I've taken?" he asked Carson. But Alpha's tone this time was laced with darkness— and possibly regret. My breath hitched. If he found me, I would be number twelve thousand four hundred and five. Goodbye, Hazel Valentine, I sobbed internally. Fear ate at my soul and my blood ran cold.

Regan sat silently at the entrance of a garden, lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts about the messengers that were brought dead filled his mind. He wondered greatly why the Alphas would have done that and what level of boldness they possessed to even think of doing that at all. He didn't know what to feel. Rage, for losing his men or pain and sadness, for the same reason. ‘Those Alphas should be vanquished for doing such vile thing!’ Boris growled within his mind, sending a wave of rage through him. Regan took in a deep breath to suppress the emotion. He didn't wish to be angry just yet.

I said, my voice breaking. “You can’t be mine,” he said, louder now. “You are not fit to stand near me, let alone be claimed by me.” His words hit harder than his hands ever could. They stabbed every broken part of me that had just begun to hope. “I reject you,” he said coldly. “I, Caden Holt, Alpha of the Redfang Pack, reject you as my mate.” The room spun. But tears refused to come. But inside, something shattered. Loud and painful.

Marcus asked, his voice suddenly softer, almost like he was afraid of the answer. “Regret what?” I looked at him, arching a brow. “All of this. Being Alpha. Carrying all this weight.” I exhaled and looked away, eyes scanning the horizon like answers might be etched into the sky. “Every damn day,” I said honestly. “But regret doesn’t make it go away. It just reminds me what’s at stake. If I walk away now, if I give up, someone else picks up this burden—and maybe they’re not strong enough to carry it. That’s what keeps me in the fight.”

And I had no idea why the strength within me just vanished all of a sudden. Alpha Frederick let go of my arm with a shove that sent me staggered backward. "A-alpha-" He lifted his hand, cutting me off. "I’ve had you all wrong this whole time. You tricked me with your weak and vulnerable facade, but the truth is you’re a monster." He said, emphasizing every word. "I will never forgive you for what you did to my gamma." A tear escaped my eyes. "I-" "Get out, Tessa." Alpha Frederick cut me off. His hands resting beside his body were clenched tightly. "Get out of here before I lose control and end up killing you. I don't want to do it because I still respect your father."