Brothers Regret After I Left Novel Novels & Stories

he assured me with a smile and pressed his soft lips on my head. “Yeah. I have you. I will be alright” I said. “Do you ever regret it?” I asked. He raised his eyebrow “Regret what?” I shrugged and tried to form the words in my mouth “Regret saving me. Dying for me. Did I fail you?” I asked in a low voice. My heart would break if he said I failed him. He heaved a sigh and shook his head “No. I don't regret it a bit” he said and looked away from my face “I do however regret leaving you to that Monster called Grim and his devil incarnate of a brother” he said in a pained voice.

It never was with him. Nachos, my brother stood framed in the doorway, tall and impossible in the light. His face was both amused and solemn, the look an alpha mate would have if he caught me dismantling one of his prized sculptures. He didn’t speak immediately. He watched me for a moment, letting the atmosphere settle. “You stink of violence,” he finally said, voice low. Always matter-of-fact. “And need.” I glared at him. “Is it that obvious?” He stepped inside and closed the door. “You left her and let her go. And now you’re living in your own walls of regret, who is to blame?” He smirked.

Cole answered from beside Ricky. The brothers discarding any form of pity or empathy they had for me for a few seconds, turned and left the room, not saying another word. I tried to call out to them in an attempt to explain things, buy my pleas for understanding fell on deaf ears as they retreated, leaving me to grapple with regret and the pain of my actions.

Never. “I’ll leave you guys alone” Brody mumbled to me. I nodded a yes at him and he left the room. I held Mason as he began to cry, I was reminded of how I was earlier that day. Both of us not sure how to feel about the return of our brother. Both of us still feeling betrayal for our brother’s decisions. Both of us still not sure whether to forgive Roderick or not.

And why had her father left her to drown alone? Cassie’s fingers tightened around the stranger’s card. It felt like the only solid thing she could hold, while everything else in her life crumbled to dust. Her mind was reeling. What was going on? Trent. Her sister. The betrayal wrapped itself around her ribs, squeezing until she could hardly breathe. And now, had her father cut her off?

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—"

He pressed his forehead against the stone and choked out the truth: as an Alpha, for the last two years, he'd been blind. He told the stone, sobbing, that his worthless life had been bought, all those years ago, by his little sister stepping in front of a rogue's claws for him. And the only way he had left to make it right was to give it back. I was floating quietly next to him. And then, in the hard afternoon light, I realized something. The edges of me were going transparent. I was beginning to fade. I drifted over to where he was kneeling. For the first time in two years, I reached out and touched his face, the gaunt, wrecked face of my brother. My ghost-fingers passed through the hot tea

"Back when our parents were killed in a hunter ambush, the Pack was drowning in debt. If you hadn't dropped out to work at a human restaurant so I could finish my management courses, the Shadow Pack would've been done for. "Meanwhile, Elina, that ungrateful traitor, ran off with the compensation money our parents left behind. All these years, other than begging us for money to pay off her gambling debts, has she ever cared whether the pack lived or died? "A leech like that doesn't deserve to be your sister. She doesn't even deserve to step foot inside Shadow Pack territory." My soul felt like it was being torn apart while I watched this scene unfold. So this was why. In Ethan's memory, Sara

He stays in that posture for a few more seconds before finally lifting his hand and getting up. I sigh. [WHO?!] "Jasmine." "Ja—Jasmine? What the hell? Isn't that his sister?! Did he have something going on with her?! Why would he call his name?] She exclaims, sounding both curious and intrigued. I shrug. "Sibling stuff. You know, that day, I almost wish I could slip into the ground and just... Die. The embarrassment was too much for me to bear. And then, I ran away." [Did he apologize?]

I set it gently back on the long table, next to the yellowed adoption certificate. I spoke the way you read out a verdict you'd already written. "Christopher. You don't owe me an apology. You owe one to the five-year-old who held on to her mother's skirt and cried, begging her to keep you and call you her brother." "That little girl had no idea what she was bringing home. Today, she finally knows." "From now on, we go our separate ways." I stood up. I walked out without looking back. The bodyguards closed the doors behind me. They came down with a single heavy thump.