Resent Reject Regret Novels & Stories

“Just give me a chance to make it up to you.” I looked him in the eye and said, “Do you know what regret really is? It’s realizing you have permanently lost the chance to make things right. My father is gone. The best years of my life are gone. My health is gone. What could you possibly offer to make up for any of it?”

Kaelen didn’t turn. Didn’t argue. Didn’t deny it. Because for the first time since he became Alpha he felt something far worse than defeat. Regret. Real. Crushing. Unforgiving regret. His hands curled into fists. Images flashed in his mind uninvited, relentless. Icarra standing before him, her eyes full of something fragile… something hopeful. The moment he rejected her. The way her face had gone still. The way her scent had shattered. He had told himself it was necessary. Now the silence she left behind felt louder than any battlefield.

I glare up at Levi Crosswalk, hatred tightening every muscle in my face. "I reject you, Levi Crosswalk, and I will never be your mate—in this life or the next!" I spit, venom dripping from every word. His jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists. "And I reject you, Anastasia Purrey. I hereby break the mate bond between us. You’re free to prostitute yourself wherever you choose." His words are cold, cruel, deliberate. The insult lands like a slap. I raise my hand—rage burning in my veins—but he catches it midair and yanks me close. Too close. I can feel his breath against my cheek.

“I know I messed up in the past. But this time… I even risked everything to donate bone marrow to Aunt Maria. Doesn’t that show how much I’ve changed? How I really feel?” “Oh?” he said with a faint lift of his brow. “Yeah, I got it.” My eyes widened. He understood? Did that mean— Hope surged in me, and I blurted it out before I could stop myself. “Everett, I know what I did three years ago was wrong. But after I left, I’ve lived every single day in regret. Even if Aunt Maria hadn’t gotten sick, I still would’ve come back for you. I never stopped loving you.”

Just before she left, through the gap in the closing door, she added with disappointment, "Raymond, I'm disgusted by how petty you are now." With a bang, the door slammed shut. At that moment, my mind started to buzz all of a sudden. Pointless topic? Petty? I never thought she'd come to be this disgusted with me. As I felt the familiar sting in my eyes again, the chill returned to my barely warmed fingers. I sat blankly on the couch, not knowing how much time had passed. What Beverly didn't know was that the current me was the calmest I had ever been. I checked the company's recent business operations on my phone and estimated the value of the shares I held.

After saying that, I quickly stepped into the bathroom and released the thrill and joy I felt. I shouldn’t feel this way but I can’t help it. I almost broke the towel that was hanging and I poured out the joy I feel now. ‘What is that? I should be angry with him, right? I must hate him because he rejected and left me before. But… but why do I feel this way about that man again?’

“I keep thinking there must be some version of this where he did one terrible thing and regretted it properly.” “There may be.” I looked at her. She met my gaze without softness, which was its own kindness. “But regret,” she said, “is not repentance. Plenty of people feel bad in private and still keep the benefits in public.” That sat with me. I breathed it in. Let it settle where denial had been living too comfortably. After a while she poured tea anyway and handed me a cup. I took it because refusing would have made me childish. Also because my hands needed occupation.

“It wasn’t mine to keep.” He studied me. “Do you regret it?” he asked. I thought about the constructs Godmode had shown me. The warm kitchen. The quiet city. The house. The argument with the teenager I’d never meet. “No,” I said. “I miss the idea of some futures. That’s different.” He nodded slowly. “Good,” he said. “Regretting hypothetical perfection is a fast way to go mad. Trust me.” He shifted, hands tightening on the back of the chair by my bed.

“ You will gain nothing from the rejection. If I reject you, you will lose everything. Your status, your money and all your assets, you will become an outcast here and no one will speak to you ever again.” “Why does it sound like you are trying to convince me not to go ahead with it? You’re the one who wants to reject me, remember? So why are you telling me what would happen? I don’t care if no one speaks to me again. In Fact, I would be glad. Do you want me to beg you not to go ahead with the rejection? Oh, thats sad. Too bad I can’t do that because I don’t care.” He scoffed. “You’re going to regret this. I don’t know what made you this way but I know that you will be back on your knees and

"Can something like that be treated?" "It can be," Dr. Wright replied. After a pause, he continued, "You have to start at the source. For example, if she began rejecting people because you hurt her, then you need to address that root cause. Which means her disappointment in you and the way she started to turn away from you and other men." "I don't understand. How are we supposed to fix that? She'll never stop rejecting me," Richard said as he furrowed his brows together, unable to think of a good solution to solve this at all.