The Alpha & Beta's Regret Novels & Stories

The Beta said with humor in his words. I rolled my eyes at his assumption and rested my head against the wall, my eyes roaming around the room trying to find something interesting to watch and completely ignore the Beta by my side. “Why don’t you agree to be his mistress? He’s not a bad person once you really get to know him. I mean his wolf is vicious but you get used to that stuff faster than you think.” Regan stated, making me scoff in disgust. “Never!” I said. I was just about to go on a long rant about how I hated the Alpha with all my guts and had no intention of even being in his presence for longer than necessary when something else caught my attention.

I wouldn’t give them or anyone the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Oh no. I knew I had to be stronger than this. “The moon goddess must have been crazy to pair a fatty like you with our alpha.” The beta laughed as he walked off back to his alpha’s shadows. I scowled at them as they got further into the distance. “You regret everything you ever did to me,” I muttered. I promised myself that they would pay for this one day.

“Alpha Rhys, sorry I was late—” “You were right on time. Please take him out.” As the Beta dragged the old Beta out, Craig continued screaming back at me. “You’re going to regret not killing me!” He yelled. “I’m going to come back and you’re going to wish that you never left me alive!” “I already regret you being alive,” I said dully and then motioned to my Beta. “He'll be banished out of this pack and branded as a traitor to his former Alpha. Everyone who looks upon you will know that you are a traitor, Craig.”

Because they were together in the same place, the risk doubled. The Alpha woke in time to survive. But his Beta—his closest companion was lost. He didn't make it. The Alpha went berserk holding his lover's body, which led to his own short demise. That tragedy became the reason the rule was established. I shake my head lightly. “We shouldn’t change that rule. It doesn’t harm anyone. If anything, it benefits.” Jermaine arches a brow. “It harms me. My health comes first, doesn’t it?”

A man who might not stop until he broke every piece of me. When the car stopped, the door flew open, and I was yanked out without warning. My bare feet hit the cold stone driveway, and I nearly fell. I had survived Uncle Greg. I had survived Caden’s rejection. Maybe I could survive this too. But deep inside, I wasn’t sure. Could I really make it through under another Alpha’s control? Maybe another cruel one? They dragged me into a huge house. It was beautiful, like something out of a dream, but everything about it felt cold and wrong.

But not hard enough. I took another. And another. Praying the burn would be enough to numb the pain just for a second. Long enough to forget her face in that ballroom. Long enough to forget the silence when I realised she wasn’t coming home. Long enough to forget the crushing weight pressing on my chest every time I breathed in, and she wasn’t beside me anymore. My dead mate. My failure as an Alpha. My best friend and Beta betraying me. It all spun in circles, grief mixing with rage, heartbreak bleeding into something darker. And the more I drank, the more I wanted to burn it all down.

Her eyes held fury that could burn forests, but underneath I saw something else—pain that went deeper than hatred. The pain of someone who’d begged to be believed and been ignored. “You had months to remember this,” she mouthed at me. “I was grieving,” I said desperately, knowing she couldn’t hear me through the glass. “I wasn’t thinking clearly—” “Now you want to play hero?” Her lips formed the words very clearly. Behind me, the crowd grew increasingly hostile. Pack members chose sides, their unified community breaking apart. “The Alpha’s lost his mind,” someone shouted. “Or he’s finally telling the truth,” Nathan shot back. “My daughter was framed!”

I'd told him long ago that if an Alpha marked me, my body would improve. So when he claimed he'd lost his Alpha abilities, I'd just kept searching for a cure like an idiot. I'd even felt grateful. Even as the pack's weakest Omega, at least one person was willing to hold me like I mattered. Ethan spoke. His voice sounded like it was being scraped out of his throat. "It's over now, my love. We'll still get married. We'll have pups. I can't let you face this with hatred consuming you. I don't want you to be swallowed by—"

They were rattled by the news I had just given them about the contracts, but they still had faith in me, alpha or not. “We have your word?” a woman asked. “You’ll kill him yourself?” “You have my word,” I repeated. Then I exhaled a long breath. “I reiterate,” I told them, “I am going to bring back every lost werewolf. I am no longer the alpha, but I am the beta. Hazel and I will work together to find all of our lost ones. And you have our word, that we will never ever sign a contract like that again.” “Where is Hazel?” A woman asked.

Grateful that someone was doing something, standing where I can’t. “This is an insult,” he said with undeniable anger. I wanted to hold onto his voice. To anchor myself to it. But everything was slipping fast from my grasp. “Then take it as one.” Alpha Theron stepped in, “Your daughter is not a suitable mate for Darius” I thought I was finally worthy, this was supposed to be the final step to my elevation. That was what I and Darius discussed. I felt a wave of pain in the pit of my stomach as the bond inside me twists. I fell on my knees unable to stand or walk straight. I heard the snapping sound crack and suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. But I couldn’t let it end there. I had to try. I had to