Left Broken Alpha's Regret Mga Nobela at Kwento

She'd run beside me under the full moon, she'd lick my wounds when I was hurt, and she'd mark my neck with her scent like I belonged to her. And I betrayed that trust over and over again. It wasn't until I'd lost her completely that I finally understood how terrible those things I'd done really were, and how unworthy I was of being called an Alpha. Regret wrapped around me like silver chains, so tight I could barely breathe. I didn't want to hear Lily bring up any of this again, but she kept going like a wolf who'd lost control, ranting and refusing to stop.

“That’s not how a true mate treats their counterpart. That’s not what the legends describe.” I rub a hand over my face, suddenly feeling the weight of my decades more acutely than I have in years. “And between us,” I say, the admission bitter on my tongue, “I regret that.” The words hang between us, perhaps the first genuine expression of remorse I’ve allowed myself in the fifty years I’ve been Alpha. Admitting weakness goes against everything I’ve built my reign upon, yet the truth of it cannot be denied—not with the evidence of our matching marks and the ancient text before us.

“I wish you would like me back, Alpha.” My face flamed at those words, humiliation poring into my skin like hot wax, the back of my neck prickling. I let out a breath, taking a step back, something breaking inside me at that moment. “I don’t have a lot of regrets, Alpha, but now I do. Thanks to you.”

He dropped the letter on the table before him as his eyes stung with tears. He raised his head, shaking his head and refusing to shed tears. ‘Get a damned grip on yourself! You're the Alpha!’ Boris scolded harshly within him. Regan controlled his breath, but it was hard. He had lost his Beta, his friend. Not only Estan, but Brennan also. They both were his friends although he didn't acknowledge one until his death and that guilt was eating him up from within. Rapid footsteps invaded the room he was in and he quickly put on a stoic face, shrouding his sad expression.

“You’ll regret this, you know you can not run this pack without me…” “No,” I said, cold and hollow. “The only thing I regret is not seeing through you sooner.” I turned and walked away, leaving him bleeding and broken in the wreckage of the room we used to share as brothers-in-arms. Back at the lodge, the silence was unbearable. I poured another drink with shaking hands and didn’t bother wiping the blood from my knuckles. My reflection in the mirror behind the bar looked like a ghost—hollow-eyed, bruised, broken. A shadow of the Alpha I once was.

“I wanted her to lift her shirt up, so I could see what happened to her back, but I was afraid she’d think I felt guilty about her punishment” “Don’t you? Feel guilty? I wasn’t even throwing the whip and I felt each one cut deep in my heart at the sight of her back, at the sight of her flinching from the pain you were causing her to feel, at the agony she was feeling and the will power she was mustering to not let anyone know how much she was actually hurting. No, I bet you were feeling the same thing I did, maybe even more. Why is it so hard for you to admit that what you did to her made you regret your decision? There is nothing wrong with that. An alpha admits when he is wrong, he doesn’t

But enough about my background, let’s talk about how I got to where I am now, the Alpha of our pack came to my home one night with his wife. They were talking to Mother and father more like venting about how frustrating it is to care for Alonso; mostly the wife, and she threw the idea out there of finding him a mate since his first mate rejected him for being a cripple. I’ve hardly ever seen him both before and after the accident, but from what I’ve heard, after losing feeling in his legs he became a grump, gets irritated easily, and sticks to himself. He even got rid of his beta. I walked to the living room and placed the tray of finger food on the coffee table, trying to make little to no

I said, my voice breaking. “You can’t be mine,” he said, louder now. “You are not fit to stand near me, let alone be claimed by me.” His words hit harder than his hands ever could. They stabbed every broken part of me that had just begun to hope. “I reject you,” he said coldly. “I, Caden Holt, Alpha of the Redfang Pack, reject you as my mate.” The room spun. But tears refused to come. But inside, something shattered. Loud and painful.

Blood splattered everywhere. "Fenris Soren." Vivian's voice was cold like ice. "This is the last time I'm calling you my Alpha. I don't think you're good enough to lead the Pack when you've betrayed your fate. You did nothing when Selene went missing. That proves how much of a coward you are. You aren't capable enough to protect anyone!" She pointed at the Blackwoods with a cold look in her eye. "As for you leeches, I, Vivian, swear to the Moon Goddess that every one of you will pay a painful price for this!"

Every part of me longed to get her to repeat what she just said and tell me everything, but I knew it wasn’t the right time. So Alpha Regan had not only lost his family but his mate as well? I heard he had been quite young at the time so how had he found his mate so early? And who was his mate? The questions burned on my tongue but never made it out. My heart suddenly broke for him. To have found his mate early just to have her taken from him suddenly. And alongside his family no less. I couldn’t possibly imagine the pain he must have gone through. And to think he would remember it all again due to the memorial.