Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted Novels & Stories

Lowering my head, I let my regret surface in the form of tears. "My decision to leave the Moonstone Pack was a huge mistake." "And?" I still couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Another grave mistake I had made was letting my emotions waver. I regretted what I had done with Declan. "I betrayed you." "Do you understand the kind of punishment I give to traitors?" His voice was low and firm, yet it cut deeply, shaking what little courage I had left.

His smile instantly turned upside down upon seeing my reaction, and he asked, "Do you regret making that promise?" I was extremely shaken by the sudden, overwhelming memories. I couldn't break an oath made by my previous self, but I had a far greater problem than that. I remained silent out of confusion, then he suddenly snapped and cried, "Did you really regret your promise? Was I no longer in your heart?" I suddenly felt a sting in my chest, as if my heart were being stabbed by a hundred needles. I eagerly shook my head to calm him down because the more he felt betrayed, the more my heart would ache.

Thunderous applause erupted through the hall; blessings from family and friends came in waves. Zann witnessed the scene unfold before him, his body swaying. The ring slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. Just like his broken heart. He finally understood that some wounds, once inflicted, could never be mended. The deceit and betrayal toward me had, like a sharpened sword, carved an unbridgeable chasm between us. Staggering, he turned and left the hall, each step carrying the weight of regret and loneliness. The desolate figure seemed to whisper his endless remorse.

For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, his confident façade cracking under the weight of the alcohol and the confessions bubbling to the surface. “You know, Freya,” he began, his voice laced with emotion, “I’m not the man I used to be. I’ve made mistakes—horrible mistakes—but I’ve tried to change. And you know that. For years, I’ve tried. But your revenge…” He trailed off, shaking his head as a bitter laugh escaped his lips. “Your revenge made you blind to that.” Freya rested her chin on her hand, feigning interest as she leaned forward. “What do you mean?” she asked softly, her voice laced with just enough curiosity to encourage him to keep talking.

About the shape of the story I was walking inside of now. But the Gate wasn’t done feeding. “Next,” it said. Jax swallowed, rolled his shoulders, and then stepped up. He pressed his palm to the glass, fingers splayed. “State your regret.” He blew out a breath, humor stripping back to raw edges. “I regret,” he said, “leaving my little brother on his own when I knew he needed me.” His voice was rougher than usual.

“—next term, when SS2 starts, I’ll make sure you regret every minute of it.” The final blow. I broke. The tears I’d fought so hard to hold back spilled, streaking my cheeks as my voice cracked open. “You’ll regret this, J.J. One day. Maybe not now. But one day, you’ll see what you threw away.” He didn’t flinch. He just turned away. And as the crowd erupted into whispers and laughter, I stood there, broken, bleeding, crying, until I couldn’t anymore. I ran home that evening.

I couldn't resist the urge to roll my eyes He seriously was still mad, even after fifteen goddamn years? I know, I know, what I did was wrong, but we all make some rash decisions that most times put us in bad circumstances, whenever I look back, I regret the day I ran away, leaving him all alone, after promising to stay together till the end, but past is past, and the did cannot be undone, I had moved on, and expected the same from him, he was an Alpha was fucks sake

" My voice dropped to a low, menacing tone. I released my grip on his neck and watched as he struggled to catch his breath, a mix of fear and pain evident in his eyes. “You'll regret this, I swear.“ He growled, earning another kick in the groan from me. He rolled on the cold ground like a year-old protesting for candy, a tear finally slipping out of his eye. I stood over him, my expression unyielding. "Regret is a luxury you won't have," I said coldly. "Remember this moment when you think of crossing paths with me again." With that, I turned and started walking away, leaving him defeated and broken on the ground.

And I was terrified of him finding about my feelings for him. I asked, "Aren't you guilty that you are breaking your bro code?" "I have already broken it and I regret nothing..." He said, his eyes were cold and determined as if he had already accepted it a long ago. Then it clicked him and he asked, "Oh! Are you regretting it now?" I gulped and looked away.

During all the time I'd been gone, he hated himself every single day. He wanted so badly to tear open his chest and show me how the thorns of regret had grown wild inside him, piercing through his organs. But facing my cold, indifferent black eyes, all the words in his heart got stuck in his throat. He couldn't say a single one. Fresh ginkgo leaves rustled down between us, as if separated by a decade of unmelted snow. "Go back." "I don't want to see you." I turned to leave. "Don't go—"