The Alpha King's Regret Novels & Stories

He must. I froze, the words blurring in front of my eyes. Alpha Vane. High Elder Vane. The same Vane who had condemned my mother. The same Vane who sat on the High Council, judging and sentencing wolves like he was above the law. But according to my mother's journal, Vane was the one she trusted. "Vane," I whispered, the name tasting foreign on my tongue. "She trusted Vane." Xavia leaned in, reading over my shoulder, his breath warm against my ear. His jaw tightened, and I could feel the tension radiating off him.

I hardly saw him around, even though we lived in the same house. "No, Alpha, I wasn't at the Lynx River last night," I said, bowing down my head in submission. "You may leave," he dismissed us, but before we could get to the door, it flung open and a huge, muscular man walked in. He was all in black. I don't know who he was, but what the alpha called him got me high. He is the rogue king. What is he doing here? Did he come for revenge for the deaths of his members that were torn into pieces? He and the Alpha went into a heated argument. I listened carefully. Why didn't the Alpha tell me about this? I was supposed to know all these, but he hid them, keeping me in the dark.

"No Alpha enters there without my command, not even Alpha Archer." My heart twisted violently. This felt wrong. "Will he think I ran? And I abandoned him?" I whispered. "Yes, he would." "And, will he hate me? Forever?" The Alpha King took a long, heavy breath. As he looked at me straight in the eyes. "Hate is easier than grief," he said. "And far kinder than death Regina. You are doing what is right." Tears streamed down my face, hot and endless. I climbed into the carriage my knees trembling. The door closed. The final click of the lock felt like a blade piercing straight through my chest killing me.

Bryce. "I'm the next Alpha King. I'm not supposed to be taking this nonsense especially from a whore. What is wrong with that picture? You're Queen Luna. Proudly selected by the Goddess, and the last lycan. Fix this mess." I paced in my grandma's office. I couldn't take this anymore. Things were getting out of hand, and for what? I wasn't going to let one of my pack members die, and sacrifice themselves because they thought they had no other choice.

Gamma Eric replied to his King in a low and guilty tone. Alpha King couldn't help but chuckle. Of course, they covered their tracks. Alpha King also knew that whoever was behind that abduction and the destruction of his family, his happiness, had someone involved whom Alpha King trusted. Because there was no way anyone could be this perfect at their jobs without knowing the depths Alpha king could go through.

He looked friendly, and not like his Alpha was about to kill me. “I expect nothing less, Alpha,” he said, and I shook my head at the conflict in his words. The Alpha King turned back and looked at me, with something that I couldn’t place in his eyes. Was that really regret? He then took a deep breath and turned to the people behind me.

He looked at me, his eyes momentarily turning gold before the silver snuffed it out. "Elena..." his voice whispered in the heat. "The foundation... is already... cracking... don't... come..." The "Alpha’s Regret" was still fighting. And I was going to use that fight to burn the Bone King’s empire to the ground.

“Tell me who your real daughter is, if not me—the one who’s been by your side all this time! Because as far as I’m concerned, the first one got lost in the woods and died—probably eaten by a wild animal! I’m the only one alive, the only one breathing, the one who should be Queen. Would you really be foolish enough to lose me too?” The Alpha King exhales a long, tired breath. His shoulders slump. Slowly, he raises a hand, as if preparing to speak. And then… he looks at me. Right into me. His eyes lock with mine, and it feels like the entire world fades away. There’s something raw in his gaze—conflict, regret, longing… fear. I see it all. He wants to say it. I can feel it in my soul. But he do

I no longer worry that he won’t accept my rejection. I will make him. “I reject you, Aaron.” Angry tears roll down my cheeks, my blood boiling underneath my skin. The hope in his eyes is quickly replaced by confusion, disappointment, and determination. “I do not accept your rejection,” he declares. “I am the Alpha; I have the final say.” His eyes soften as he rushes to my side, his gaze searching my body, tearing apart at the obvious injuries. As if he cares that I’m hurt. It doesn’t matter whether or not he really does. It’s too little too late. Besides, it’s the injuries he can’t see that will be my undoing.

Cliché but true. Adriana had concluded that if she had to be on the run for the rest of her life to protect her child from Niklaus then she would. Without hesitation. She had one regret though. She regretted not telling Celine she was pregnant. She regretted not calling Celine to tell her what she had seen at Niklaus’s mansion that day. She would have known what to do. She regretted not even calling Celine to ask how her writer's retreat in California had been going. Most of all she regretted not telling her best friend she was starting a new life in a foreign city she had never been to. Celine would have helped pick out a new name for a new identity. And that regret and guilt went on to sit