The Alpha & Beta's Regret

When Mia walked away from her marriage, she carried nothing but her dignity and a broken heart. Her ex-husband, Ethan, had chosen pride over love, at nung narealize niya ang pagkakamali niya, it was already too late Mia was gone. Five years later, fate brings them together again. Ethan is now a successful businessman, pero hindi pa rin niya nakakalimutan ang babaeng pinakawalan niya. Seeing her again, stronger and more beautiful than ever, awakens the deep regret he has kept hidden. But Mia isn’t the same woman he once knew. She has built a life without him, isang buhay na hindi basta-basta pinapapasok ang sinumang hindi karapat-dapat sa tiwala niya. Ethan will have to face the truth: winning her back means proving that this time, love will be enough. Will Mia give him a second chance, or will Ethan’s regret be the only thing left of their love story?

Because of Claire's incitement and slander, Jackson accused Grace of having an affair with Shane. He even disowned the child in Grace's womb, as he felt that he had never had sleep with his wife after they got married. When Grace's child was born, Jackson took a DNA test and the results showed that the child did not match his DNA, meaning that Grace's child was not Jackson's. Grace couldn't believe it, because she had only done it once with Jackson when he came home drunk. However, repeated DNA tests showed that the child was not Jackson's. Grace took a DNA test on herself, and the results didn't match either. It turned out that the baby was not her baby. Then, where did Grace's real baby go? Why did her baby suddenly become not her baby? Jackson chose to divorce because he felt betrayed. Grace agreed to divorce, because she was sick of living with the cold and sharp-mouthed Jackson. Until the truth was revealed, it turned out that Grace had never been wrong. However, Grace was already angry. She signs the divorce papers and together with Shane they search for Grace's real baby, which has been swapped and thrown away by someone else. Until a fact about the baby makes Grace furious and wants to avenge the death of her baby.

Three days before the wedding, I was cleaning out some old boxes when I remembered the time capsule Natasha Rowe and I buried ten years ago. When I mentioned it, her face stiffened for a moment. She quickly tried to talk me out of going. "It's been so long," she said. "Someone probably dug it up already." I didn't think much of it and went back to our old high school alone. At the spot where we buried it, I started digging. Instead of one box, I pulled out five metal containers of different sizes. Two of them were the ones Natasha and I buried ten years ago, their surfaces rusted and worn. But there were three others. One of them was just as rusted as ours. The other two looked almost brand new. The old extra box had a name scratched into the lid. Vince Houle. On it were the words, [My secret crush was a war I fought alone. Natasha, I hope you're happy.] I remembered him then. He had been a quiet guy who sat behind us in class. The kind of student no one really noticed. The two newer boxes had names carved into them, too. Natasha and Vince. The date etched into both of them was today. On Natasha's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I couldn't marry you.] On Vince's box were the words, [The greatest regret of my life is that I can't openly congratulate you on getting married.]

Swapped at birth, Lyla Rivers grew up in the shadow of her perfect sister, Marielle—until betrayal left her scarred, presumed dead, and burning for revenge. Now, with a new face and a powerful ally, Lyla returns to reclaim her stolen life, starting with the husband she was forced to marry. Lucian Knight, the ruthless Lycan King, never expected his quiet wife to vanish, nor the secrets that would come to light when she did. Lyla's quest for vengeance becomes a dangerous game of power, loyalty, and forbidden love. Will she reclaim what’s hers, or will her thirst for revenge destroy everything?

Isabella Rodriguez is desperate—bills piling up, her mother sick, and her job on the line. One reckless night with a dangerous stranger, Adrian Knight, gives her the money she needs, but leaves her with a secret she can’t undo. Four years later, she’s built a quiet life with her son, until Adrian finds her. Powerful, ruthless, and determined, he wants the child he once rejected. Now Isabella must protect her family while navigating a man who terrifies her and ignites feelings she never expected. Can she resist him or will falling for Adrian cost her everything?

Five years ago, I gave up my research achievements for love. Then, out of the blue, Marcus Parker's childhood friend made her return to the country. Using the excuse of playing truth or dare, they did everything that couples did together. I reminded Marcus not to go too far, but he just gave me a helpless look. "Claire, if I really had something going on with Hannah, I wouldn't have married you." I watched as he chose to abandon saving my mother for Hannah Carter's sake. He even hung up on me when I got into a car accident. When I woke up again, I learned that my unborn child, who was not three months old, had died in my womb. I finally gave up all hope and handed him the divorce papers. "Marcus, let's get divorced." A month later, I boarded a plane bound for Andoria.

I bought Cade Bowman, a werewolf, off the black market. When he was on the brink of death, I treated him tirelessly. When his heat drove him into a feral frenzy, I stayed and soothed him. But when Cade reclaimed the Wolf King's throne, he chose my sister as his queen and sentenced me to death. On the day of the execution, a helicopter dropped out of the sky. I looked calmly at the man on board and said, "Julian, take me to a place without wolves."

On the twelfth anniversary of our mating ceremony, my Alpha mate gave me a ten-million-dollar Moonlight herb. Fresh from the healing clinic after my miscarriage, I calmly dialed his number to request the severing of our mate bond. On the other end of the line, his secretary—also his childhood sweetheart—apologized through tears: "Sage, Moonlight herb is a sacred healing herb for most werewolves. I didn't know your mother died from Moonlight herb poisoning. I didn't know you despised it most. It's all my fault for making the decision myself. Please don't be angry with the Alpha." Marcus spent a long time gently comforting her, only saying to me: "If you want to sever it, then sever it. Don't regret it later." But when I really cut off the mate bond, the powerful Alpha went crazy.

At nine months pregnant, I suffered an unexpected miscarriage. My husband, Graham Pearson, fought back his own grief as he comforted me. He would whisper to me every day, trying to soothe my shattered heart, "Whitney, we will have children again someday. Our little angel was here for a while, and next time, we'll make sure we hold onto them..." Under Graham's careful care, I slowly began to pull myself out of the numb fog I'd been trapped in. But then, a month later, I overheard him talking to one of his friends. "If Whitney finds out the baby didn't actually die and that you've let Cassidy raise him, don't you think she'll flip out? You've worked so hard to get where you are; you can't let this mess it all up." Graham casually flicked his cigarette, his voice almost detached as he waved a hand dismissively. "Cassidy can't have kids, but she loves children. If this baby brings her joy, it's a blessing for the child, too. "I might never get the chance to be with Cassidy, but letting her raise my son, in some way, feels like a kind of fulfillment..." The truth hit me like a frozen wave, paralyzing me in place. It turned out this whole ordeal had been part of Graham's plan from the start.

3 years after getting married, I am still a virgin. "Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!