Left Broken Alpha's Regret Novels & Stories

For the first time that I’m aware of, it looks like the infuriatingly entitled Alpha isn’t getting his way. Aaron’s eyes glass with tears that I know will never fall as he speaks through clenched teeth. “I, Aaron Kensington, as an Alpha, accept your rejection. I respect your choice and will not go against your will. I am no longer your mate, and I wish you peace.” My heart skips, stuttering as he grinds out his final promise. “Your heart, your soul, and your body are now eternally free.” With a snap, the bond between us shatters.

His shoulder shook as he broke down crying. Michael's heart broke as he took in his broken Omega. He cursed himself for what he had just done. He hated that he scared Noah and hurt him with the Alpha command. That wasn't his intention. He never wanted to hurt Noah; he just wanted to show him he couldn't talk to him like that.

I feel bad and constantly hold myself responsible for their deaths. Even though I tried so hard, I occasionally couldn't fall asleep. I'm haunted by memories of Alpha Giovanni. As they were so young and loved and cared for me, the deaths of the three Alphas left me feeling incredibly heartbroken. Even though Amoux expressed regret for what he did, it's too simple to say that I should forget everything. Even his sincere regret didn't change the fact that I caused the deaths of the three Alphas. His apologies were ineffective in bringing them back to life.

The mirror's surface rippled, and a new scene appeared. A month had passed since Ethan's death. The pack had a new Alpha now—a fair and just wolf chosen by the council. The pack was healing from the scandal of an Alpha who had sentenced his mate to death. I saw Caleb again, standing alone on a cliff overlooking the sea. He had lost weight, his once-strong frame now leaner, harder. He held something in his hand—a small silver charm in the shape of a wolf. "I should have told you," he whispered to the charm. "I should have fought for you."

"All alphas are disgusting. They do whatever they please under the pretense that their nature is inherently dominant.” Aslan’s voice caught and grew hoarse. He truly regretted being born a flawed Alpha into a family that glorified Alpha status. Perhaps his life would have been better if fate had made him a beta. Even if his father had cast him out, Aslan felt that would have been better than enduring physical and emotional torment just to fix a body deemed not true alpha material. Now, he has met another alpha. Aslan was initially swept up in all the attention and slowly began to trust him, only to be betrayed and hurt once again. Just a few seconds after Skylar bit him, the scar suddenly fe

Lyra no longer recognized him as our mate. "You felt it," I spat, wiping blood from my mouth. "Our mate bond's hanging by a thread since you screwed that she-wolf." The moment my nails shifted back, I yanked at my shirt, the cedar scent from last night with Lionel still clinging to the fabric. "No way!" Esmond bellowed. His healing skin glistened under sunlight—damn Alpha regeneration. Suddenly he lunged, pinning me again. "Then we'll remake the bond. Right. Now."

“The reports say Rodney is trying very hard to win you over” “He is but the past doesn’t disappear just because someone regrets it.” “No. It doesn’t.” “A broken bridge can be rebuilt but the river beneath it never forgets.” He said. I glanced at him, “didn’t think you were poetic.” “I had an excellent teacher.” I didn’t ask who. For a while, we simply watched the snow fall, then Magnus spoke again. “So, allow me to say one thing. If Alpha Rodney cannot protect you.” I turned to look at him His gray eyes met mine. “I can.”

He forcefully channeled the vast Alpha energy within him into the broken fang. It was a forbidden resurrection technique among werewolves. An Alpha could exchange his life for the soul of a werewolf in his pack. "Elina, come back. I'll give up my life for yours. Please don't leave me." But it was all pointless. The dead couldn't be resurrected after their fang had been broken. I watched as he threw away his life force like it meant nothing. It wasn't until blood streamed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth that his face turned ashen.

His body twitched slightly, as if tormented by a recurring nightmare. I stood at the edge of the bed, staring at him expressionlessly. It was truly heartbreaking. An Alpha once so proud was now but a shadow of his former self. All because of one name. Lyara. My hand moved slowly, stroking the tips of his hair that had begun to turn white. Not because of age, but because of madness. "Kaelen... Kaelen... you're truly broken, aren't you?" “Just because one family left, including that woman, who wasn't even part of the Alpha family, a pack can so easily fall and be flattened like the ground.”

“You know what I mean. Is getting her back really the right thing to do? I mean, for all we know, she might not – I mean…” “Spit it out.” Ralphin sighed. “What if she doesn’t want you back? She did leave, Att.” “I’m the Alpha. Of course she will.” “Okay, fine. Of course she will,” he parroted. “But what if it doesn’t help? Has anyone tried to force a mate bond back together again once it’s been broken?”