Brother Regret When They Lost Me Novels & Stories

He was grieving, but so was I, and yet… we were miles apart. Nathan finally whispered, his voice breaking. “I lost my brother today.” The words cut deeper than any blade. His shoulders trembled, and his eyes darted away from me. He couldn’t look at me, not now. And maybe he never would again. I clutched Brad’s torn clothes tighter, rocking slightly as sobs shook me. Around us, the pack stood in silence, watching but saying nothing. The night grew colder, pressing in like a shroud. Brad was gone.

When the sulfuric acid hit my face, I spent my last ounce of strength calling my brother, the Don. He dismissed it as just another one of my tantrums. "Grace, if you dare miss Betty's book launch tomorrow, I'll make you regret it." The moment the call was disconnected, the burning pain stole my last breath. You don't have to bother this time, my brother. I'll disappear for you. Forever. Death is not the end, at least not for me.

The kind doctor seemed to understand the protocol, he placed his hand, gently on my shoulders while the doctor broke his news. “Am sorry, we lost him” his words breaking my heart, tears ran down my face, I found myself sprawled on the floor crying aloud, my only brother snatched forcefully from me. My heart was filled with anguish, I had come to get him but I had been too late. “Why would he hang himself?” I kept on asking myself.

At least, Freya hadn't turned her back on him and that was the most important thing. However, he couldn't shake off the fact that he had already lost so much and was bound to lose more if he pushed further. His heart ached, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him as he thought of that. He poured another drink, the whiskey glugging into the glass. The sound echoed through the silence, a rhythm which matched his wandering thoughts. He leaned on the couch, his glassy eyes fixed on the whiskey bottle and empty glasses which littered the coffee table. He was lost in a sea of self-doubt and regret, the once-confident CEO now a shadow of his former self.

Could this really be the young man who had once been known for being cold, ruthless, and ambitious? Tristan had sharp, well-defined features, tanned skin, and honey-colored eyes. He towered over Anastasia, standing several centimeters taller than Andrew. An ordinary person who knew nothing about the tragedy that had befallen Tristan would never have guessed that the handsome man standing before them was suffering from brain damage that had caused his behavior to regress to that of a seven-year-old child. His cognitive abilities had regressed nearly three decades from where they should have been for his age. Yet this mother and son, both notorious for their arrogance and ruthlessness, now sto

He remembered the promises they had made as young men. He remembered every sacrifice his brother had quietly made while asking for nothing in return. The anger Pete had carried for years suddenly felt hollow. In its place came something infinitely heavier. Regret.

He tells me with so much “I am going to meet up with my friends.” Maybe next time we go swimming, okay.” He tells me with so much regret, but I knew he didn’t want to hurt me, but he had other plans. So now I am in my brother’s arms hugging around his neck with a sad expression on my face. That is when my brother looks down at me. I can see the regret that he has for me. So, I tried to tell him. Don’t feel bad with my eyes. ‘Look, bubby I am a big girl.” You don’t have to be sad.”

All of this doesn't collect well in my head and I'm about to die of frustration! When I get to his room door, I knock gently at the door and step back to wait for his response. My brother has not been himself for quite sometime now. When Nigel told me they had shared a drink together, I was relieved and it was not just because he's now fit to mate with Catania, but because he's started to open up to people again. Kai used to be the jovial and free spirited brother, unlike me, but ever since he lost his mate, things took a rather drastic turn for him and for all of us. I did not only lose my brother, but I lost my best friend, father and mentor.

"I know my son failed you." "And I'm ashamed of that." Ryan looked down. "But I've watched him these past months." "He's trying." "He truly is." My brother folded his arms. "Trying now." "When it's almost too late." Emma, Ryan's younger sister, finally spoke. "I've never seen my brother cry before." Everyone looked at her. "I have now." "He isn't pretending." "He knows what he lost." Daniel shook his head. "Regret is easy after the damage is done."

It was hard to fathom that he was gone forever. At that moment, a part of me wished I had discovered the truth sooner. Maybe then, I could have reached out to him and tried to guide him back onto the right path. But now, it was too late, and the regret gnawed at my heart. The pack members had gathered, their somber faces reflecting the weight of the situation. They were there to witness the burial, not to pay their respects, I couldn't bear to watch. The thought of seeing my brother laid to rest like a traitor was too much to bear. It pained me to admit that he had become one, but the evidence was undeniable.