Novel & Cerita Rejecting My Alpha’s Regret

“My grandson intends to return. Such rumors need to be put out immediately.” “You and I know that your son doesn't know when he plans on returning and even if he eventually returns, what is he going to return with? A restored meat Bond? Or a wife who has made it clear that her rejection is permanent due to the way he treated her?” The old Alpha's jaw tightened. “I know what's going to happen for certain and it's always fate. Don't say what you don't know.”

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

Why do they have dozens of servants, yet always make me do this alone? She kept her head down, focusing on each swipe of the rag, drowning out the bitterness swirling inside. But her concentration faltered, and with it, memories she had buried long ago clawed their way to the surface—dark, vivid reminders of a rejection that still haunted her. She could still feel his hands on her, the heated touch of Alpha Rhett against her skin, each caress stirring hope in her heart. The night he had taken her, she had believed, foolishly, that perhaps, just perhaps, he would choose her as his mate. He had been gentle that night, almost tender—a stark contrast to the cruel, detached demeanor he wore in pu

And the realization cut deeper than any wound he had ever suffered. Alan's wolf growled low beneath his skin, a shadow of the rage and obsession that had once defined him. But there was no fire left to fuel it—only hollow regret and the bitter taste of failure. He sank to one knee, hands clenched, his voice trembling. "I… I resign," he whispered to the wind, to the trees, to the memories of what could have been. "I am no longer Alpha. I cannot lead… not like this… not without her."

They usually became a shallow, skeletal image of themselves and some times, they ended it all by drowning in the pool of despair. They didn't call me the Rejected Alpha for nothing. I trapped your soul, your very essence and turned you into a shell of yourself. Now, i was usually left alone because none of the other people wanted to associate with me for fear of incurring my anger. I liked to be left alone because it afforded me the opportunity to think and plan towards catching my next prey which happened to be the man called Alpha Jed.

I couldn’t care less on how harsh I might have sounded, and he could vex over it for all I care. He expressed a plain reaction, heaving yet another sigh as he said, “I’m not here for that either, I’m here to actually renounce my rejection,” he vocalized, bold and clear with his words. Too clear there’s no way I can say something went wrong with my hearing, but still, “Huh?” My brows creased at him in a quizzical look. Is he okay? Mentally okay? “I’m renouncing my rejection, Myra. So I’m sorry but you can’t accept the Alpha King as your second chanced mate,” he further explained himself.

I asked bluntly. “Regret,” he shrugged. “Letting you go was the biggest mistake of my life. I hoped that if…if I showed you how much I missed you. And that I respected you…” “You hoped I’d take you back?” He nodded. “Yeah.” I studied his face. It was sincere. This Liam was SO different than the Alpha Liam I remembered. He was honest and apologetic. Sympathetic even. My attitude softened a bit. I supposed his intentions were in the right place.

“Please.” He stepped away from me and uttered the words that shattered my heart in pieces without any hesitation. “I, Alpha Damian of Moon City pack, reject you, Omega.” Then he walked out of my room, leaving me to crumple to the ground in pain. The tears poured even harder, almost blinding me as I crawled to my mattress and dragged the pillow, shoving my face in it to muffle my wails. When I wrapped up crying for the second time in a day, my head throbbed in pain as I sat with my head in my hands. He had rejected me, he had actually done it.

I would not be able to handle another rejection. "W–what are you saying?" I gasped in tears. "You heard me properly and I believe your mind is mature enough to understand that you should prepare for my rejection tomorrow" Alpha Kingston said coldly. I had never seen such coldness from him before. There was no single warmth in his eyes, there was nothing but darkness and void. "Why do you want to reject me?" I asked with tears rolling down my cheeks. "I owe you no explanation to my decisions, I need you to pre–"

"You’re better than this." “But why? Why did he have to do this to me?” I screamed internally, the agony overwhelming. “Accept the rejection, Exalia," Alpha Jake said, his voice was cold and void of any feeling. "You don’t need me to force you.” With immense effort, I struggled to stand. My left leg throbbed painfully under my weight, but I refused to give up. Clenching my teeth and sobbing, I pushed myself upright, using my trembling arms for support. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision as I looked at Alpha Jake.