Im Not A Regressor Novels & Stories

he continued. “Thank you, Mr. Anderson. I was only doing my job,” I said, smiling at him. Mr. Anderson and his wife were nice people. They never treated me or my parents badly, despite the fact that my parents were their servants. During their numerous parties in the Anderson mansion, Mrs. Anderson always made sure I was included— “Mr. Anderson, you need to avoid any activities that will overstimulate your brain and take your medications on time. And if everything is okay, then I can discharge you within the week,” I said. “If there is nothing else, I will take my leave now.”

Fear coiled in my empty stomach as the werewolves moved toward me. My limbs were too weak to fight back, but that didn’t stop me from trying. I pushed against the ground, attempting to stand, but my knees buckled instantly. Beta Henry clicked his tongue. “Pathetic,” He muttered.

“To which Joan already confirmed not to be has” Alpha Rex slowly collected the neckless and observed it with keen eyes. “I recognised this” he said.

“You think I don’t know. I’ve seen you in your worst. You come up with things as you go. You don’t plan ahead. I bet when you got your team in this exam, you thought what the fuck did I get then you made it work, beating them up. I saw you. After that, I bet you got rid of them one way or the other. Knowing you, you’ll take the easiest route. You’ll make others do your work while you chill behind…” “Alright! I got it. I go with the flow. So when will he finish this quickly?” “I bet he’s calculating the costs. It happens when he gets a lot of memories. How many regressions do you think he didn’t claim?” “3… 4… 10…” He kept shaking his head. “It’s been 25 regressions that he didn’t claim. What

Across the room, Mom and Dad's expressions turned grim too. Dad pulled out his phone and dialed the academy. The administrator who picked up explained that this was just a standard residual reaction to "Deep Behavioral Conditioning" and that it would wear off in a few days. He promised, "Rest assured, Unit 1314 is currently our most outstanding graduate. He understands the mechanics of obedience better than any AI on the market. This is all completely within parameters." Dad hung up the phone and relayed the exact words to Mom. Mom nodded, and they both let out a sigh of relief.

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The pain in my chest become worse and I stumbled back a bit, but immediately stabilize myself and looked dead into their eyes. "Thank you for giving me a clear rejection, instead of a fake promise. O and just so that you know, I am much stronger then you think, so don't underestimate me, because I promise you, you will regret it." I said and gave a sarcastic smile at the end. For some reason they looked mad. I didn't know if they were mad that I didn't care more about the rejection or if they were mad that I corrected them. William step forward and started to say something, but he got interrupted by Noah bursting through the doors.

Am I that horrible? She shattered all my dreams, I am just a shell of my former self? I feel so useless, I am just a stupid Alpha to be. If my own mate could reject me, then who else can respect me. I don’t even think I will take up the Alpha role. I just can’t.

Elara Hart is the Infernal Pack’s omega, the girl everyone pushes around and the laughingstock of a pack that has never shown her an ounce of respect. For years, she has been hopelessly in love with Kevin Blackwood, the District Alpha’s son and the boy she’s given her all since childhood.On the night of Kevin’s initiation as the new District Alpha, Elara expects her life to finally change. Instead, it shatters.Standing before the entire pack, Kevin announces Mira Clark as his mate. As cameras flash and laughter erupts around her, Elara watches the last pieces of her dignity crumble. Humiliated, rejected, and betrayed, she finally realizes a painful truth:She has spent her entire life begging

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