Alphas Regret The Luna He Left Behind Novels & Stories

Despite our complicated history, there had always been a certain respectful understanding between us. "Alpha Heir Blackwood," I acknowledged with a slight bow of my head. "Walk with me," he suggested, not a command but not quite a request either. We moved to a quiet alcove away from the main council chambers. Alexander was silent for a moment, staring out at the territory beyond the windows. "Regret," he finally said, his voice low, "is a powerful force." I frowned slightly. "I'm not sure I understand." He turned to face me fully. "I made many mistakes with Aurora. Chief among them was trying to mold her into what I thought a future Luna should be, rather than appreciating her for who she tr

All eyes turned to me, expressions ranging from surprise to amusement. "Ah, and here is the famous Luna Moonstone," one of the Alphas said cheerfully. "We were just discussing the Northwest territory treaties." I stood frozen, embarrassment washing over me in a hot wave. Another Alpha, a burly man with a scar across his left eye, grinned wolfishly. "Planning to find a new mate already, Luna? The mighty Arthur Moonstone not satisfying enough?" My face burned. "N-no, I just—please, continue your meeting. I apologize for the interruption."

“You can’t undo what you’ve done. A ‘tainted mate bond,’ Alexander. That’s what you’ve given me!” The words seemed to hit him harder than anything I’d said before. For a brief moment, his golden eyes flickered with something—regret? Pain? But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by the hardened mask of the Alpha. “My Luna,” he began, his voice laced with authority, “I’m giving you until the next moonrise to give me your final decision. After that—” “No,” I interrupted, cutting him off sharply. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your Luna anymore.”

“If I claimed you, the other Alphas would see weakness. They would attack. They would destroy everything I’ve built.” “So I’m supposed to thank you for rejecting me?” Luna’s voice rose despite herself. Anger was better than pain. Anger was better than tears. “For making me a public spectacle?” Alpha Asher’s jaw clenched. “I never wanted to hurt you, Luna.” “You did,” Luna said quietly. “You did more than hurt me, Alpha. You broke me.” The words hung between them in the cold night air. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the wind through the trees and Luna’s shaky breathing. Alpha Asher’s red eyes studied her face, taking in her pale skin, her chapped lips, her trembling b

“The Alpha hated himself. He cried in secret, unable to let anyone know the misfortune that had befallen him. And just when he thought life was done being cruel to him, he found out the most devastating truth.” “Truth? What truth?” “The truth that none of the children he had with his Luna.... the children he cherished and cared for... were his.” I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, and couldn’t even think. So, his Luna was unfaithful too? “The Alpha lost everything, son. He lost the children who could have carried on his bloodline. He lost his mate and the only woman who truly loved him. And now, all he does is pretend he knows nothing while drowning in regrets.”

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.

"Then let me be your General. Let me be the Alpha who stands behind the Queen. I don't care about the 'Regret' anymore, Elena. I care about the Return." The "face-slap" of his humility was the final brick in the wall of my anger. I didn't forgive him—not yet. Five years of pain don't vanish in a single night. But as I looked at our children, safe and sleeping in the warm light of the cabin, I realized that the "Hidden Luna" was no longer a secret. We were a Pack. And the 100-chapter journey of The Alpha’s Regret: The Hidden Luna’s Return was just moving into its most dangerous phase.

Just then, Chloe appeared at the entrance, dressed in a magnificent gown. Beaming, she walked toward Dominic, step by step. She took his hand and, in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, declared, "Dominic, my Alpha. If fate saw fit for Evelyn to abandon you, then perhaps the Moon Goddess has given me a chance to return to where I belong. I've always wanted to tell you… I regret ever leaving. Will you give me a chance to be your Luna?" A murmur rippled through the crowd. Under everyone’s gaze, a slow, chilling smile twisted his lips. "Of course."

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—"

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!"