Novel & Cerita The Alpha's Regret

I clenched my fists until my nails drew blood, swallowing down the storm rising in my chest, rage and sorrow and something dangerously close to hope. You don't get to be sorry now, I told myself fiercely. Sorry doesn't undo the rejection. Sorry doesn't heal the wounds or bring back the woman who loved you without reservation. And yet... the pain in his voice was real. The regret was genuine. For the first time since that terrible night, I saw not the Alpha who had cast me aside, but the man who had once held me like I was precious, who had whispered promises against my skin and meant every word. I turned away and disappeared into the forest before the tears could fall, my thoughts a tangle o

I feel bad and constantly hold myself responsible for their deaths. Even though I tried so hard, I occasionally couldn't fall asleep. I'm haunted by memories of Alpha Giovanni. As they were so young and loved and cared for me, the deaths of the three Alphas left me feeling incredibly heartbroken. Even though Amoux expressed regret for what he did, it's too simple to say that I should forget everything. Even his sincere regret didn't change the fact that I caused the deaths of the three Alphas. His apologies were ineffective in bringing them back to life.

I muttered, stifling a sob, "Why're you doing this to me? Yesterday, you said you would...." He shoved me and wasn't merciful with the might he utilized at all. I fell to the ground miserably in that instant. I struggled to sit up and all I saw were people already making fun of me, taking pleasure in my predicament. The Alpha was now facing me. Maybe I saw wrong, but there, for a moment, was a trace of regret in his eyes, but it was quickly gone in a flash. "Alpha," even though I knew how high the odds were that he wasn't going to change his mind, I still latched on to his leg as he tried to leave.

I could actually hear the venom in Alpha's tone. "I know Alpha. I wasn't thinking." "You're officially the worst beta ever," Alpha sighed. His voice sounded normal again. Was this guy schizophrenic? "You know that twelve thousand four hundred and four is not the number of women I've bed, but the number of lives I've taken?" he asked Carson. But Alpha's tone this time was laced with darkness— and possibly regret. My breath hitched. If he found me, I would be number twelve thousand four hundred and five. Goodbye, Hazel Valentine, I sobbed internally. Fear ate at my soul and my blood ran cold.

"Kaden, you really think highly of yourself. Who told you I was here for you? I'm here to get married—just not to you." Everyone froze, then burst into mockery. "Are you dreaming?" Maya sneered. "This is the Alpha-only circle!" "Exactly. What Alpha would ever want a wolf like you?" Kaden added. "You're not pretty enough, and your personality is a nightmare." Kaden continued his taunts. "Lyra, you're really desperate for my attention, aren't you? But I'm telling you, no matter how pathetic your lies get, I'm never looking back." Just then, the moon began to rise. Silvery light spilled over the altar, and I noticed a faint, cloying sweetness beginning to radiate from Kaden. The curse was kicki

Kaelen didn’t turn. Didn’t argue. Didn’t deny it. Because for the first time since he became Alpha he felt something far worse than defeat. Regret. Real. Crushing. Unforgiving regret. His hands curled into fists. Images flashed in his mind uninvited, relentless. Icarra standing before him, her eyes full of something fragile… something hopeful. The moment he rejected her. The way her face had gone still. The way her scent had shattered. He had told himself it was necessary. Now the silence she left behind felt louder than any battlefield.

The four Alphas exchanged glances. "That is a lie," she sobbed, clutching Sebastian's arm. Her tears fell fast and perfect. "You know how much that night destroyed me, Freya. You know the pain I have carried. The nightmares. The fear every time the moon goes dark. How can you stand there and lie like this? How can you be so cruel?" "Enough," Kael roared. His claws extended at his sides. "Apologize to her. Now." Marcus stepped closer, his voice cold and sharp as frozen earth. "Apologize. Now. You have caused enough suffering."

--- In the war room, the new Alpha’s council erupted in shouts. “We’ve taken the keep—now what?” Alexander didn’t answer. His fingers traced the edge of something in his pocket: an old, cracked reed flute. “Burn the traitors,” someone shouted. He stood. “Later. First we clean the dungeons.” His voice was calm. But in his chest, something thrashed. --- That night, Melodie sat against the wall, blood drying on her wrists. She hummed softly, the tune wobbling but true. Up above, Alexander jolted awake, heart pounding. He knew that sound. But the dream faded before he could hold it. ---

Done playing. “To apologize. For real this time. Not the half-assed sorry I threw at you before. Not some political performance. I mean actually owning what I did. I destroyed you. Destroyed us. Destroy whatever chance we had at anything good.” I wasn’t ready for that. Wasn’t ready for real regret. “Why now? After all of it?” “Because I watched you today. Watch you step into the Alpha you were always supposed to be. And it hit me—what I lost. What I threw away when I picked Lila. When I turned on you.”

I yelled at the top of my lungs. I had indeed thought about letting Talia die. Yes, every time I was drunk, I wished she would just die. But now when the thought of actually losing her struck me, my heart twisted with immense pain. The attending doctor appeared in front of me, looking exhausted. "Alpha Damon, I did my best. I’m sorry..." "What do you mean? I’m sorry! The last time I saw her, she was fine," I grabbed the doctor by the collar. "It’s you, it’s your lack of medical skill... you killed her!"