The Alpha's Regret Novels & Stories

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!"

But not hard enough. I took another. And another. Praying the burn would be enough to numb the pain just for a second. Long enough to forget her face in that ballroom. Long enough to forget the silence when I realised she wasn’t coming home. Long enough to forget the crushing weight pressing on my chest every time I breathed in, and she wasn’t beside me anymore. My dead mate. My failure as an Alpha. My best friend and Beta betraying me. It all spun in circles, grief mixing with rage, heartbreak bleeding into something darker. And the more I drank, the more I wanted to burn it all down.

I ordered with my Alpha tone and he immediately bowed his head in submission but I could still hear the rebellion in his voice when he answered. “Yes, Alpha,” Greg sighed. “The day I become an alpha who needs to resort to such lowly measures to keep my seat is the day I abdicate.” I meant it. I had fought hard for this seat and I had no intention of letting it control me. I was the Alpha; I controlled the seat and not the other way around. “What is our next move?” Fred asked since Greg was still too contrite. “Fred, how mobile can you be? I know you are taking care of Freya.”

Gasps and murmurs rippled through everyone around. Suddenly, a figure lunged at him, throwing him off balance. Rin sobbed violently, her tears streaming like blossoms in a storm, her fury and grief unhinged. “Alpha! Why are you apologizing to that heartless woman? You said you’d be with me forever! “You said that we were the perfect match! Now that she’s gone, shouldn’t everything be great?” Smack! Trevor slapped her hard across the face. He wanted nothing more than to tear her apart.

“Oh, Jacob. I’m simply asking if you believe a stranger can truly understand the ways of the North.” I set the trays down with deliberate calm, trying to ignore the tremor in my hands. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” I said carefully, not wanting to give her an opening. She tilted her head slightly, eyes glinting. “Oh, you do. We all do. Some of us know the Alphas better than others. Some of us know what they truly want… and what they truly regret.” The words landed like a stone in my chest. Regret. She was claiming it, suggesting that Aric regretted choosing me. My stomach turned, my hands clenched, and yet I forced a calm exterior.

I remembered the moment she yelled at me, her voice filled with pain: "Without knowing the depth of this, you chose to believe I was the culprit. Isn't that cruel?" Tears welled in my eyes. She was right. I had been cruel to her, and I'd never gotten the chance to make it right. “If we were to publish this story, what would we call it?” She had asked once. I let out a bitter laugh. "Alpha's Regret: Yearning for Her Love," I whispered. That would be the perfect title of our story. I gave up, hoping at least Harper would keep her words to erase my memories with Emily in her head. And Zaza, Mason and Madison will at least keep her safe.

"Dirty, desperate wolves who have nothing to lose. And they believe, they can use them against me, the Blood Scar Pack?" Cenat gave a nod. "Their Alpha, is very unpredictable. I don't know his plans too. He views the rogues as a chance to shift the levels in his favor, as he seeks to increase his domain." "Fuck!.." I yelled. The chair scraped the floor as I sprang to my feet. "They are really testing me my patience." I was trying so hard to regulate my anger before I end up doing something really bad. "Stupid wolves," I murmured in a low, threatening voice. "They believe that they can confront me and escape the consequences? I'm sure they are definitely going to regret this anyway."

Looking back from where I began, I would never had predicted the life that I had now. I was the last child of my parents, I was never meant to be Alpha, it should had been my eldest brother, but he died. I took this position because I wanted revenge, nothing more. I never thought I would made a good Alpha. I didn't have the interest of the people at heart. I just wanted revenge.

And through our bond I felt the tension like ice crawling across the room. As they all noticed his experience; Conversations died immediately. Breaths held. And the temperature seemed to drop several degrees. “What did you just say?” Darrell asked in that low, controlled voice that made people's insides tremble — even mine. “ I dare you to repeat that again.” “I…I…” the supreme alpha stammered, eyes flicking to other supreme Alphas as if searching for rescue. His smile wilted. His hand began to shake. And regret painted his face; regret that he should not have said that.