I Wont Accept Your Regrets Spoiler Novels & Stories

I knew I wouldn't escape, so I stared at him coldly. But he mistook my silence for a change of heart. He asked, "What's wrong? Regretting your actions? Ready to properly apologize to Naomi?" I coughed up blood. "I do regret it. I regret being with—" I regretted being with him. Before I could finish, I collapsed to the ground. As my vision faded, I faintly saw someone rushing toward me in a panic.

42 "You will regret this separation the most, Alpha Fred. You will cry tears of blood and beg me to come back but I won't." Vera continued in her Alpha King's tone. "You ruined my life and now it's time for payback." Folding the papers, Vera held the roll in one hand and with the other she wiped her tears, "We'll stay mated. I won't reject you, neither can you. Because I won't let you to… Because I want you to feel the pain I felt. The first thing I'll do after leaving here is find a hot man and screw him."

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

“Not anymore.” And for the first time since Sasha walked in, I realized he might actually be right. She let out a disappointed huff, stomping her feet before walking away but not without her murmuring how I was going to be back soon. “Hopefully not, but she was good at what she did." I thought and my wolf just shook his head. “You're a lost cause." He grumbled, “I hope our mate doesn't reject us for being a manwhore."

I was the fated mate of Ashton, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. He marked me in front of the entire pack, and everyone honored me as his Luna. For five years of marriage, he treated me like a treasure. Every night, he held me as I fell asleep and told me I was the one he would protect with his life. He was so good to me, giving me endless respect and protection, that even when my stepsister Serena mocked me in private for being a wolfless nobody who couldn't shift, I never cared. That illusion lasted until the night before the rogues launched their massive attack, when I overheard him say, "If I hadn't marked Lena, how could I have planted the blood sacrifice curse on her? And how else would t

he pronounced firmly. The finality in his voice shattered what little hope I had left in me. I could see Cynthia standing behind him, and her eyes were glinting with satisfaction. She had won, and I had lost everything. With a deep, shuddering breath, I forced myself to stand tall, despite the pain that was currently coursing through my body. “If that’s what you want, Reese, then yes, I accept the rejection,” I said. My voice was steady despite the tears streaming down my face. “But mark my words. You will definitely regret rejecting me. You will see the truth, and when you do, it will be too late.”

The world stretched endlessly beneath moonlight. Scarred. Broken. Alive. Kael joined her a few minutes later. Neither spoke immediately. The silence felt comfortable. The kind shared only between people who understood each other completely. Finally, Lira glanced toward him. "Do you regret it?" Kael frowned. "Regret what?" "Dying." The question lingered between them. Kael looked out toward the horizon. Thinking. Really thinking. Then slowly shook his head. "No." Lira blinked. "No?" "I regretted leaving you."

"If you've truly made up your mind, your grandfather will support you. Come home. I promise you, your future will not be filled with sorrow." "I'll send a car for you the day after tomorrow. Take care of whatever you need to handle first." The line went dead. I still held the phone to my ear, frozen. The conversation I'd overheard kept playing in my head. Vincent and his underboss, Marco Blue. "You're really going to marry Miss Black? What about Vivian and the boy? Luca is over two years old now. He's your own son. This won't stay hidden forever." "Back when Vivian was pregnant, you made up every excuse to delay the wedding. But if Miss Black ever finds out—"

“You think you’re in control of everything, but I’ll remind you—I'm not someone you can just push away. You’re going to regret this.” Rita held her ground, staring him down with a mixture of disdain and determination. “No, James. I won’t regret it. You’re the one who’s going to regret thinking you could control me. And when it’s all over, when you realize you’ve lost, you’ll know exactly who you really are.”

“You didn’t come here to plan the old man’s funeral, did you? Don’t worry—your son can probably handle it better than either of us.” Lucas shook his head. “No.” Regan leaned back, interest flickering beneath the hostility. “Then why are you here?” Lucas inhaled, then met Regan’s stare. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. If I could turn back time, I wouldn’t do it again.” Regan dropped his gaze, voice flat. “Don’t bother. Begging won’t change anything. That’s the one thing I’ll never forgive.” Lucas stood. He already knew asking about Andy’s child would be pointless. “Maybe one day you’ll change your mind,” he said. “Until then, I’ll keep coming back—until you do.”