My Alpha Mates Great Regret Novels & Stories

My hands brush against the rough texture of the sand, "with this ground everything was going to fall into place." Alpha Bryant was going to regret the day he use me and lied to me, finding his mate wasn't going to be his biggest mistake. Him ever dating me was going to be his biggest mistake, if I can't forget the days we spent together, alpha Bryant was going to wish that those days never happened.

“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 was always so disgusted when I would see my past alpha return early in the mornings, smelling of nothing but sex. But Tate isn't Alpha Greg and I'm not Luna Rachel. Maybe it could work... "Show me then," I started, unable to stop the words from my mouth, "show me how glad you are and then we'll talk about this whole mate thing." His face lit up like the Fourth of July.

I promised my unborn child that I would be strong for the both of us, then this is the Alpha's hurtful words getting to me? "I brought you here to satisfy my sexual needs, I think I'm regretting ever bringing you here, how can you be so unattractive and dull, I didn't blame your make for rejecting you, I should have left you to be rogue now I regret my decision'' He groans and turned back, walking towards the window The tears I'd been holding back finally came rushing like a river, I bite my lips so hard that I could taste my tears, even as property I was tamed ugly, why does the Alpha's word hurt this much

Alpha Alexander POV As I stood among the other alphas, the weight of their condolences hung heavily in the air, each word a somber reminder of the loss I had endured. They offered their sympathies with solemn expressions, their voices laced with genuine regret as they acknowledged the passing of my mate. "Alpha Alexander, I am truly sorry for your loss," one of the older alphas murmured, his tone filled with empathy as he clasped my shoulder in a gesture of solidarity. "Losing a mate is never easy, especially under such tragic circumstances."

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."

"Yes, all of us have sex all at once with the alpha, trust me you will enjoy it." I looked back at my mate whose mouth was hanging up like fish out of water. "Is this true.” I said in disgust, trying to get the picture of my mate having sex with two women at the same time, not two but one "I cant believe you nevered waited. The big bad alpha had to Leave up to his reputation right?" I chuckles at how foolish I was. He said not nothing in response which means it was the truth. I felt like i was being stabbed a billion time in my heart. Tears where running down my eyes. By now i am pretty sure that rain must be pouring. Never did i think i would meet my mate and will be the biggest regret of

“How dare you talk to me like that?” She lifted her chin, refusing to look away. “Who do you think you are?” I stared directly into her eyes. “I am your Alpha.” For several seconds, there was complete silence. Then Rhonda laughed. It was a mocking, humorless laugh that made my jaw tighten. “Oh, Alpha, forgive my manners,” she said, giving an exaggerated little gesture with her hands. “I should have clapped for you out there while my son was lying on a hospital bed fighting for his life. Perhaps I should have bowed too, just to make sure everyone understood how important you are.”

“But what I am about to say may be difficult for you to accept.” I hold his gaze. “Then say it already. What do you seek in my territory?” Greg clenches his fists at his sides, his jaw set before he speaks. “Your pack holds something that is ours.” Whispers ripple through my warriors, but I remain still, watching him closely. “And what exactly would that be?” Greg swallows, drawing in a slow breath. “Our Alpha had a mate before he went missing during a war,” he begins, his voice calm, though there’s weight behind it. “We searched for him for weeks, until news reached us that he was dead. Soon after… his Luna disappeared. She ran.”

Six years yet nothing had cracked his flawless look, same chiseled jaw—I noticed he looked bigger in the arms like he had taken gym visits seriously. 'You're staring.' My manager rebuked me through the mind link and I took my eyes off him for a second before taking a last look at him. He looked unreal. Maurice Veyr, Alpha of Goldcrust pack, my mate and one time lover but he sat across the room from me looking indifferent like he didn't know who I was or he didn't feel the pull of the mate bond like I did. Like my scent didn't intoxicate him like he did to me.