Novel & Cerita Attack On Titan Ova No Regret

It would have been crazy. “Regan couldn't be beta because he thrives more in battle than in leadership…” “Shh…” an omega said, silencing Marenza. We glanched at each other as the omegas brought out blades that weren't fucking visible through their thin clothes. “Regan said we should get…” Two omegas fell. “Get down!!” Marenza dragged me and we lay on the floor. What's going on?!! An omega fell beside me, I caught my scream before it escaped from my lips. Marenza checked the Omega's neck and nodded at me.

“You already gave up the moment you threatened Marga. You made sure I’d hate you. You made sure there’s nothing left to save.” Something flickered in his eyes, like a shadow moving across sunlight. “I regret that,” he said, so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. “I regret it more than you’ll ever know.” “Do you?” I snapped. “Or do you just regret that it didn’t work the way you wanted?” Behind me, Luna shifted uncomfortably but didn’t speak. Her eyes darted between us like she was watching something fragile about to break. Draven’s knuckles whitened around the bouquet. “I regret hurting you,” he said finally. “I regret every choice that made you look at me the way you do now.”

Now Serena is the voice and focus on Amor who is still indifferent to their conversation about Rega. “I don’t know about it, I think he actually had to. He was the one who threatened me that he would never go as far away as he was before," Amor said, breathing slowly as he recalled Rega's threat that day. “I’m sure you like it, Amor. Believe in my words like this, "Tell Ucup as if he was so confident in Rega's feelings about Amor.

Olivia entered the healer's chamber with a mix of anxiety and fury, her eyes flashing with desperation. The healer, with a serene countenance, awaited amidst herbs and mystical artifacts. "What's happening? Why isn't Noah showing the expected signs?" Olivia shouted, her voice echoing off the walls of the room. Her heart pounded, a combination of fear and anger. The healer lifted a calm gaze and said, "His blood is different from that of the Supreme Alpha, Olivia. It doesn't show signs of regeneration like his father's."

"That's what bravery is, Ymir. Doing what needs to be done even when you're terrified. Even when every part of you wants to run away and hide. That's what makes you extraordinary." She stepped back, her form beginning to fade, the light around her dimming. "Wait—" I reached for her, panic flooding through me. "Don't go. Please. I just got you back." "It's time, Ymir." Her voice was soft, fading. "I love you. I've always loved you. And I'll always be with you. No matter what happens." The light surged, and she was gone. I stood alone in the chamber, the mark on my shoulder still burning, the pool of light still shimmering at my feet. I felt the power coursing through me, steady and strong, wa

“Before I forget myself and do something we’ll both regret.” For a moment, Noah looked as though he might refuse—like he might open his mouth and try to convince me otherwise. But then, slowly, he pushed himself to his feet and strode toward the door without a word. He left without looking back. Only once he was gone did I let out the breath I had been holding. I sank down onto the edge of the bed, clutching my robe closed with shaking hands. It would all be over soon, I told myself. Soon, I would finally be free—free to put this pack and its heartbreaks behind me for good, and return to my own pack as the rightful Alpha.

“Explain yourself!” He immediately shook his head, lifting his hands weakly as if to calm me. “No, Valeria… listen to me. I’m not trying to create more chaos. I’m trying to end it.”His eyes met mine then, and for the first time, I saw something I had never seen before,regret and fear.

No matter what I did, I could never reach his heart. I never understood why he'd saved me from drowning back then if he didn't like me. After we had been reborn, we owed each other nothing. So why was he so intent on humiliating me in public again? I brushed his hand off and straightened my sleeve before looking up at him. "We've barely met a few times, so there's no old times' sake to speak of, Mr. Kaine. I can't afford your kind favor." Lester's expression darkened. He clearly didn't expect my rejection. He leaned close, and his voice dropped to a harsh whisper.

After a long moment, his voice came out, a low rasp, thick with a regret that felt a lifetime too late. "Isabella," he said. "This… this is on me. I was wrong." "What good is 'sorry' now? My mother is bleeding out on a table." He knelt, his hand reaching for the cut on my arm. "I'll take you to the clinic. Your arm needs—" I pulled my arm back from his grasp, not with anger, but with a finality that was much worse. My voice was a monotone, devoid of the fire he was used to.

I exhaled slowly, pressing my hand briefly against my temple as the weight of that truth settled fully. Every decision I had made led to this moment, every risk, every sacrifice, every line crossed without hesitation. And even now, I knew one thing with absolute certainty. “I don’t regret it,” I said. “I know,” Ivan replied. Because regret would change nothing, it would not undo what had been built or protect what still needed to be protected. It would only weaken what remained. The system pulsed again, stronger this time, the convergence tightening as if whatever was coming had lost patience.