The Alpha's Regret Novels & Stories

“You’ll regret this.” “I already regret everything.” That shut him up. So I drank again. The room tilted. Voices blurred. “You all talk too much!” I slurred, pointing at no one. “None of you know anything!” A few laughed. I didn’t care—let them. Then— silence fell—heavy, wrong. Chairs scraped. Conversations died mid-word. Even the music seemed to hesitate before cutting out. A whisper spread through the room. “Alpha is here.” I let out a weak laugh. “Yeah… right.”

“And when you start to regret your choice, I will show you no mercy.” He leaves fuming while my body shakes behind Lent. Of course he will regret it. I knew the truth of those words as Alpha Reenan uttered them, but even I did not predict just how much the alpha would be right.

CHAPTER TEN For a long while, the room was swallowed by silence. Not the calm kind—but the suffocating kind that pressed heavily against everyone’s chest. The shock of the scene left everyone utterly dumbstruck. Who in the pack didn’t know the marriage history between Alpha Ryker Hale and his ex-Luna, Ember Valen? It was a story whispered in every corner of the territory, a tragedy etched into collective memory. Yet now, seeing the Alpha—who had barely spoken in three years—clinging tightly to the very woman he had once rejected, no one knew whether to laugh or cry.

“I'm sorry for trying to force you on bed, I really am. And… I don't mind you slapping my face for it, I mean you have every right to.” All these while he was talking, I was busily asking myself if this was actually reality or an effect of my imagination. It's fucking surprising to watch an Alpha apologize to his slave. Not like it wasn't natural, but when it came to Alpha Rick, nothing seemed natural. But here he is, pleading—asking for forgiveness. I couldn't get myself to understand why he was seeming too soft towards me these days. I nodded my head. “It's nothing. You don't have to apologize so much, I understand how you felt that night. It's natural to feel that way for…” I paused, then

Regan sat silently at the entrance of a garden, lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts about the messengers that were brought dead filled his mind. He wondered greatly why the Alphas would have done that and what level of boldness they possessed to even think of doing that at all. He didn't know what to feel. Rage, for losing his men or pain and sadness, for the same reason. ‘Those Alphas should be vanquished for doing such vile thing!’ Boris growled within his mind, sending a wave of rage through him. Regan took in a deep breath to suppress the emotion. He didn't wish to be angry just yet.

"Ashley, ever since you left, I’ve been living in my own personal hell! Regret eats me alive every damn day! When I saw your pregnancy photos, it felt like… like I could breathe again. I can’t lose you. I can’t." He clutched my wrist, trembling, completely stripped of pride. "Please… don’t leave me." The Alpha who once stood above everyone was now groveling like some stray begging for scraps. "I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Just come back with me—whatever you want, I’ll do it! I can hand you the entire Blackwood Pack if that’s what it takes!" "Too late," I said coldly. I couldn’t even dredge up anger anymore—just indifference. "Your regret means nothing to me. Move. I’m going back to the b

Amelia loved Adrian, her childhood best friend and the man she believed would one day make her his Luna. They even promised to choose each other despite not being fated mates. But on the day Adrian became Alpha, he chose her best friend, Sarah, as his fated mate instead. Heartbroken, Amelia left the pack—only to discover that she was pregnant with Adrian's triplets. Six years later, Amelia is a successful surgeon, a devoted mother, and finally in love with James, the human man who accepted her and her children without question. Then Adrian's father falls critically ill, and Amelia is forced back into the pack. The moment Adrian sees her again, his wolf recognises the truth.

"You will regret this." “Oh, I already began regretting the very day I allowed a disgusting useless omega like you into my house. For once, just this once try not to be selfish and be valuable to me!” I trembled and staggered back, my head falling to the ground in submission. He did to me each time he wanted to shut me up. "Chop chop," Alpha Ethan interrupted as he stood up, glancing at his Rolex watch. "I hate to interrupt a family feud but at this point, we have to leave." ...

I snarled. He swallowed. “I really regret it. Every single day. Since I knew the truth, I regretted it. Please give me a chance to—.” I slapped his hand away. “I’m not a saint, Alpha Black. And that Amber you know is already dead.” For a long while, he looked at me. Those beautiful golden orbs analysing and contemplating as usual, finding the next best move, like a panther, slithering in the dark, waiting for that perfect opportunity, or creating one when there’s none.

"Leaving the rear guard stranded." "Relax," the second man said. He flicked his cigarette butt into the brush. "We called it in. The retrieval team is an hour out. Besides, no one is following us. The Alpha is dead. The mercenaries are busy picking their teeth with the Council guards." "I heard the black wolf took a dose of the liquid bane," the third man laughed. "He was drooling on himself when we left. Pathetic." The rage that exploded in my chest was white hot. It blinded me for a second.