Brothers Regret After I Left Novel Novels & Stories

"I have not looked into the affairs of your heart after the last time your majesty. Your brother was the first one to meet his mate, it was as I have seen. Nothing has changed although I could say that it could happen. There will be changes as well and when I find out I will call you immediately.” My shoulders dropped, and there is no reason for me to continue asking him anymore. So I stand up and walk towards the door. "Thank you for your time old man, as you can see my hands are full so I better get back to it until my parents come back. If my brother is fine and he is safe, maybe he will come back soon but things are not going to be the same as it is when he left. It is not his fault to b

She questions, her fingers still typing along, but I know she is has both ears awaiting my response. “Yearly, if I recall correctly,” I comment, looking between the pair, wondering what I did to deserve them as friends and allies. “But that’s all I know. I really haven’t given my family much thought since leaving.” Which soon turned into the biggest regret of my life. “I don’t even know if my father is still alive,” I add in. “Although, with the vengeance, my brother is coming for me. I assume he is no longer among the living.” And may he burn in hell, but I don’t say that aloud.

The words struck harder than I expected and the feeling of regret that I had tried pushing behind me overwhelmed me. “You just abandoned everything and ran off with that LOSER,” Eli continued bluntly, “ Dad thought you needed time and held onto the hope that one day you’d come back to your senses and realize he wasn’t worth it.” My gaze immediately shifted toward my brothers. Kane looked away with a guilty smile while Seth rubbed the back of his neck. In my previous life, they had eventually cut all contact with me after I repeatedly refused to come home. At the time, I’d convinced myself they didn’t care but now, I wasn’t so sure.

Each punch shattered a fragment of my memories. Ethan climbing through my window five years ago, promising we'd be together forever. Ethan holding me four years ago, laughing joyfully. Ethan cradling Lily three years ago, saying his life was complete... In my memory, it all crumbled to ashes. Lily's cries turned desperate. She pleaded with Ethan: "Uncle Ethan, we were wrong, but my father died for the pack in the last territorial war. Please forgive us this once." Those words. Both Ethan and I looked up in disbelief.

" The room felt like it was spinning. My father died in a hit-and-run ten years ago. It was an accident. At least, that’s what Mom always told me. I gripped the paper so hard it tore. I didn't just have a step-brother problem. I had a murder problem

Asher and I were building a life together, and the future looked brighter than ever. But amidst all this joy, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. My brothers, Jax and Max, were preparing to leave the village, returning to their family farm to start a new chapter in their lives. No matter how much I tried to convince them to stay, they just couldn’t give in to my plea. According to them, they needed to get back to check on their farm, but deep down, I knew they were itching to go back to their friend Caleb. I would miss them dearly, but I knew they had to follow their own path.

“Otherwise, I am more than willing to leave and take care of my child alone. I was planning on doing so anyway, and I am not willing to tire myself with your fucked up attitude, nor am I willing to live wondering whether or not I am going to end up regretting not leaving when I could.” He didn’t say a word to respond before he sat on the edge of the bed beside me. His eyes met mine and I looked away from him, trying to take a deep breath as I tried to calm myself down as I ignored the clench that I felt in my chest. The fact that I found myself living the same pain that I did after losing my brother was something that I wouldn’t have expected, but here I was, trying to distract myself from t

“For walking away when you needed me most. I thought I was protecting you by disappearing, but I see now that it just left you alone to deal with everything. I should’ve stayed. I should’ve fought harder.” Memories crashed over me, gunfire in the distance, the stench of smoke and fear, the moment I realized Caleb was gone and I was on my own. I had told myself I didn’t need him, that I could survive without anyone. And I had. But the cost had been high. I gripped my coffee cup, my knuckles white. “You were my brother,” I said quietly. “Not by blood, but in every way that mattered. And when you left, it felt like a betrayal I couldn’t forgive.”

In the end, he could only sigh helplessly and rub my hair smiling: “It was OK if you aren’t interested in these things. You will always have me by your side, keeping you safe.” None of us knew at that point that I would leave him one day in the future. Now I regretted not listening to him when I had a chance. A sore feeling rose up in me every time I thought of Gray. Ever since I left him, it felt like a part of me was dead inside. Even being with Nigel couldn’t make me completely happy again. I guessed it was the magical part of having a brother. We were always connected emotionally no matter how far away we were from one another.

“But you’re allowed to want more than leftovers. You’re allowed to walk away and still be whole.” I leaned into him, breath shaky. “I’ve left him. But I’m so scared. I’m scared I’ll regret it.” Tears kept falling from my eyes, but my brother held me tight. Embracing everything. “You don’t have to regret a thing. His lost you. He never deserved to be with you.” I cried, clutching at his shirt. He didn’t move. Didn’t push. Just held me close while I rained into his cloth. “You’re not alone. I’m with you, and I’m never leaving you.”