The Alpha's Regret Novels & Stories

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!”

Annoyance coiled in my chest as I grabbed her hand taking it off me. “Enough, with your little hints, Vivian! You’re my brother’s widow and you’re carrying his child. Do not confuse my kindness with something else. Everything I’ve done for you is for my brother, because it's thanks to him that I’m alive, and it's only because of his past injury that I’m Alpha.”

This humiliation was worse than exile for a person like her. When her eyes met mine, she gave me a death glare. If looks could kill, I’d have died. Suddenly she smiled at me, a sweet, fake smile. When an evil person like that smiles, you know something bad awaits. A woman at the other side of the table suddenly laughed. “Interesting how quickly some women return once the Alpha becomes dependent on them.” The woman continued sipping tea as the table went silent. “I suppose usefulness has benefits after all.” Before I could react, Rodney placed his fork down. “Repeat that.”

I leaned my head against the cold window, staring at him through blurry, heavy eyelids as he climbed into the driver's seat. "Why do you do it?" I asked, my voice cracking into a rough, pathetic whisper. Marcus didn't look at me. He started the engine, shifting the car into gear. "Do what, Alpha?" "This," I muttered, waving a limp hand between the two of us. "Following me around. Cleaning up my messes. Dragging me out of gutters." I let out a harsh, self-deprecating laugh that sounded more like a dry sob. "Why do you have such a pathetic person as an Alpha, Marcus? Tell me the truth. You look at me, and you see a failure, don't you? A coward who couldn't even protect his own mate. A man who

All I know is that I needed to do this. For the first time, Alpha Reginald looks caught off guard. He straightens his tie, clearing his throat. “I see no reason to be emotional, Miss Almira. I simply wanted confirmation.” “You’ve got your confirmation,” I snapped, motioning to the folder in his hand. “So, leave us alone.” Alpha Reginald studied me for a long moment, his lips pressed into a thin line. Then he turns on his heel, heading for the door. “This will be the last time I disturb you,” he said coolly. “Goodbye, Miss Almira. Doctor.”

“So you’re not going to ask for it?” I faked a surprised look. “And give all this up?!” I folded my arms and shook my head sternly. “No, no, no…we need to eat our greens, pop.” And I laughed to end the joke. But the Alpha wasn’t laughing. “Alpha Ed?” I wiped the corners of my eyes. “Are you alright?” He turned his cheek and stared into the distance for a long while. Regret filled the air between us until the discomfort I felt earlier swarmed back like a flood of red alert flashlights—.

"About agreeing to this whole fake girlfriend thing? Ask me after the press conference." His lips quirk. "Fair enough." "What about you?" I ask, emboldened by the morning sex endorphins still flooding my system. "Any regrets about dragging a random omega into your escape plan against your ex?" "You're not random." He takes a sip of coffee. "And I don't do regrets." "Of course you don't." I manage half a pancake, some fruit. "Too alpha for regrets." "Too smart for them," he corrects. "Regret is just guilt without a plan to fix it."

The triplets immediately signaled for us to follow, and we did, trailing behind the Alpha as he made his way to what I assumed was his private study or office. Inside the room, after we had all settled into chairs, after some minutes, the Alpha finally spoke. "How have you been doing all these years?" He asked Vanessa, his voice much gentler than I had expected given the circumstances. Vanessa could barely get the words out. Her voice was shaky and barely above a whisper as she responded. "I... I've learned so many things over the years. I regret every single action I took. Every decision that led to that terrible moment." The Alpha looked at her with an expression that was difficult to read

I promised my unborn child that I would be strong for the both of us, then this is the Alpha's hurtful words getting to me? "I brought you here to satisfy my sexual needs, I think I'm regretting ever bringing you here, how can you be so unattractive and dull, I didn't blame your make for rejecting you, I should have left you to be rogue now I regret my decision'' He groans and turned back, walking towards the window The tears I'd been holding back finally came rushing like a river, I bite my lips so hard that I could taste my tears, even as property I was tamed ugly, why does the Alpha's word hurt this much

And the realization cut deeper than any wound he had ever suffered. Alan's wolf growled low beneath his skin, a shadow of the rage and obsession that had once defined him. But there was no fire left to fuel it—only hollow regret and the bitter taste of failure. He sank to one knee, hands clenched, his voice trembling. "I… I resign," he whispered to the wind, to the trees, to the memories of what could have been. "I am no longer Alpha. I cannot lead… not like this… not without her."