Brothers Regret After I Left Novels & Stories

My brother collapsed completely, sobbing uncontrollably, all pride of being the our family’s heir shattered. “You’ll regret this. One day, you will regret it!” He swore. “I never will," Leo answered and stepped over my ashes and left the the forest.. My brother cried like a pup, face soaked with tears and snot. The sight shot waves of pain through me. I howled in pain. “I’m sorry…”I whispered it to him in my heart, again and again, my tears wouldn’t stop. My ashes drifted far, landing on trees, mountains, rivers and oddly, on Leo. The little ashes that had stuck to him from tipping my urn, he carried back to our den.

"Money doesn't make you innocent!" Marcus took a deep breath before reading the final entry. June 18th, 2016 After our last unpleasant phone conversation, my mood improved slightly today. Maybe it was the sunshine, or maybe I was just tired of being angry all the time. I decided to go find brother. Maybe we could actually talk for once, without Sophia there to twist everything. I waited outside the Alpha Council building for hours. When he finally came out, he looked exhausted. Dark circles under his eyes, shoulders slumped.

Mom said. “We didn't respect your order; we made a rash decision and paid the price for it,” said one of my brothers. "Sorry about that, but you can't be consumed by it. You turned over a new leaf, but you haven't really let go of what happened. You deserve to live; now you have a mate who adores you. Live for you, live for her, live for everything. Put aside the pain of loss that you still hide. Be happy, brother, for all of us; give yourself to the future you have. Fight for it." I hugged my brothers tightly.

He was wearing the same white shirt he wore the day we first met, looking clean as he walked toward me. He didn't dare touch me. He didn't even dare look up. He simply fell to his knees before me, weeping silently. Then came my brothers—Luca, Matteo, Dante. They stood behind him with their heads bowed like children who had realized they were wrong, kneeling in a row. This time, there was no family honor, no Mafia rules, and no goddamn favoritism. They were just four souls drowning in regret. I looked at them and let out a soft sigh.

He finally says. "I am not going to regret anything, Adrian. This has been a long time coming." I tell him. He nods firmly and shoots me one last glare before walking out of the club. I let out the breath I did not even realize I was holding and slumped to the ground. The back of my eyes prickles with tears and I swallow them. I can't break down and cry out here. I can't even cry over this. It's just my useless brother being useless as usual, nothing to cry about, and...

"A few days later, a few men came to my place, gave me a pile of cash, and told me and my family to move out right away. They even canceled my phone number, saying we'd never be able to leave again if we didn't do as told. I was scared, so I took my family and left." Margaret paused for a breath before continuing, "I only realized what happened after seeing the news these past couple of days. Is Mrs. Cursley… gone? It's all my fault. I should've waited for you to come home! These days, I can't breathe from the guilt. I felt like I had to tell you so that her soul could be put to rest. She was such a good woman…" As I listened to her repent on the other end of the line, veins bulged along my

It simply meant I was finally choosing myself, my peace of mind, and the life I was building with Roman and our baby over the pain they had caused me. So I nodded. “Yes, Liam. I forgive you.” His face crumpled. He let out a shaky breath, then wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you.” Then he turned to Roman. This was the hard part. “Roman,” Liam said, his voice barely steady. “I know I messed up. I know I was a terrible brother. I said things I can’t take back, and I did things that hurt you. I’ve regretted it every single day. I don’t expect us to be best friends again. But I hope we can start fresh. I hope we can at least be brothers again. Not perfe

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

The words turned to ash in my throat. Ryan turned and walked toward the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the silence between us. I remained in the room, motionless, staring at the floor. How many more humiliations can I take? From the hall, Walker's laugh drifted up the stairs, sharp and gleeful. "You're finally leaving! You should have known my brother wouldn't keep you forever." My fingers curled into a fist so tight my nails bit into my palm. One day, I will walk away without looking back. And none of you will see me cry again.

He leads my father in the other direction and looks back at me, his eyes glossy with regret and sadness “I’m sorry brother” he says and turns back around. Him and my father growing smaller with each step into a forever away from ever seeing each other again.