The Alpha President's Regret Novels & Stories

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

Rebels cheered. Jessica smirked at the window. “He builds a future.” Melodie murmured, “On forgotten bones.” Jessica whirled. “Speak up, slave.” “I said I hope it lasts,” Melodie replied flatly. --- Later that day— “He’s planning a grand feast,” Marcus said, placing new maps on the war table. Alexander didn’t look up. “He?” Marcus blinked. “You, Alpha.” Alexander nodded absently. His fingers slipped into his pocket again.

“I'm not planning to hide this from him forever. Besides, he will know when there's something worth telling him about. I will let you know when there is meaningful progress but right now, I need clarity before I involve him any further.” Alright alpha.” “And Marcus.” "Yes?" "Thank you. For staying close to him through all of this." The old alpha appreciated, gratefully. “You don't have to thank me old alpha because I am doing this because I genuinely care about him.” The call ended almost immediately and the old Alpha sat there a while longer, staring at the empty council chamber, the weight of everything pressing heavier on him. This wasn't how he thought life would be at this age. Everythi

Yet even after arriving at the door, I didn't hear the footsteps of my assistant behind me. My head whips back, looking at him standing there as if he has lost his hearing. “I said… Come. With. Me.” I enunciate, shooting him glares. A sigh leaves his lips, his eyes like those of someone who is done with everything, and at the same time, with the light of someone who has thought everything through and is determined. Panic rises in my chest. “I’m sorry, Ivan. But you’re no longer my Alpha. You have been voted out.”

“Before I forget myself and do something we’ll both regret.” For a moment, Noah looked as though he might refuse—like he might open his mouth and try to convince me otherwise. But then, slowly, he pushed himself to his feet and strode toward the door without a word. He left without looking back. Only once he was gone did I let out the breath I had been holding. I sank down onto the edge of the bed, clutching my robe closed with shaking hands. It would all be over soon, I told myself. Soon, I would finally be free—free to put this pack and its heartbreaks behind me for good, and return to my own pack as the rightful Alpha.

I looked at the wilting crystal roses and laughed coldly, then tossed them in the trash along with the cake. The next morning, I went to the pack administration office to file for separation from the pack. The first thing I saw when I walked in was a wall of oil portraits—every Alpha and Luna in the pack's history. Three years ago, when Adrian took over as Alpha, he'd brought me here and pointed to a blank spot on the wall. "Someday our portrait will hang right there. I'll have your name written in the pack's history books so you'll be remembered forever."

No one could resist the absolute pressure of his lineage. Meanwhile, at the edge of the altar, piercing screams and the sound of chaotic scuffling broke out. "God! Alpha Kaden has turned into an Omega in heat!"

He took his hand and felt for a pulse and when he shook his head for the second time, my heart sank further down if it was even possible. He opened his mouth to speak but before he even said anything, I already knew what he was going to say. My head was pounding and there was roaring in my ears but in spite of all that, I was still able to hear what the doctor said even though I didn't want to. "I am so sorry to have to say this, but unfortunately, the Alpha is dead."

But Ronnie interrupts her gently, his voice laced with regret, "I'm afraid now is not the right time, Ms. Preston." Alexa's shoulders slump in resignation, realizing the futility of her efforts for the moment. With a heavy heart, she returns to the pack, her mind filled with unanswered questions and a determination to find a resolution in the days to come. The feast continues, but the atmosphere is tinged with a sense of unease and the lingering consequences of the alpha's judgment.

So too, were the thoughts of the Alpha. He had no reason for regret at the death of Lucy, but something always told him that he had done the wrong thing by killing her. He never expressed his true feelings to even his closest and dearest, not because he could ever be dethroned, but because he viewed himself as infallible, never prone to mistakes. The Alpha shut his eyes as the memories flashed back into him. He saw Lucy, her tears, her pleas and the last moment when she pointed to her protruding belly where a little child was nestled before she was taken away.