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I heard it when I was seven years old when I saw the first dead person I'd ever seen: eyes open, blood pooling on the barn floor. In my profession, regret is easy to come by. They piled up, each sapping a man's resolve. I don't have many regrets; until now, I only had one following me. I regretted Dianna when she married my uncle Vincent. Recently, and more than that, I regret signing for Gallena. I want her twin. On my bed. Stick on the wall. Kneel.

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.

We can be happy again. I swiftly pulled my hand out of his grasp, my voice as cold as ice. "Be happy? Graham, we were over the moment you handed my son over to Cassidy just to please her. "I don't want to spend my life with someone so fickle. If you want me to forgive you, then you need to cut all ties with Cassidy. Completely." I could see the hesitation flicker across Graham's face, exactly what I had expected. I let out a quiet, derisive laugh.

“This was supposed to be clean. Simple. Transactional.” “Nothing about this was ever simple,” I said. “Not once she got involved.” He gave a short laugh, humorless. “You always were good at making things complicated.” “I didn’t ask for this either, Victor.” “No, but you’re not exactly pushing it away.” My jaw tightened. “This isn’t about me,” I repeated. “It’s about the fact that the triplets won’t settle without her. They’ve imprinted. It’s not something we can undo just because it’s inconvenient.”

he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “What’s there to regret now? Other than regretting that, I fell for you. I regret the day I met you. I regret the day I started falling for you! I regret everything, Julian. Everything! I wish I could forget you forever. I wish I could!” I yelled, my voice cracking as I glanced at Jane and Jason, who had begun to stir. “I regret our union, which brought about these innocent little cuties!” I added, my heart breaking further.

I already knew the three regrets that haunted him. Regret one: Marrying Miley. Regret two: Never standing up to his parents. Regret three: Failing to save Jennifer. Today, at least, the first regret had been resolved. I handed him the newly signed engagement document. He looked at me with disdain, as if I had finally succeeded in coercing him, and reached out to open it. I stopped him, pressing my hand over his. "Look at it tomorrow. This time, your wish will come true. Whatever you want—if I have it, it's yours."

He wasn't ranked high, but he had a reputation for knowing the ins and outs of mate bonds better than most. Rumor was, he'd lost his once, and survived it. "You felt her die?" I asked, no preamble. "No, Alpha..." Malen hesitated. "You're sure?" "Yes," he swallowed hard. "I was stationed near the western ridge the night of the fire. I felt something break, yes, but not the final snap. More like… a rejection." I stared at him. "She rejected me." "Only one side has to walk away for that kind of rupture, Alpha. It severs the tether, but doesn't mean death. If both were dead, the bond threads would've burned completely. You wouldn't have found anything left."

Then he saw the midwife’s report on top. “Carla’s pregnant… with triplets? Three pups?” he was stunned. Nora said, “You’ll never see those pups. And all your illegal activities? They’ve been reported. You’re finished.” In that moment, Leon collapsed.

I answered, my voice just as firm as his. "Yes, but you also might not lose anything." "You can't be sure about that." "Just as you can't be sure that you will lose everything." Shawn's eyes became soft, and so was his voice. "There are a lot of things that we can't be sure of, Shawn. But there's one thing I am sure of that you'll feel if you let this go, and that is regret. You will definitely regret it if you don't do anything to fix what Shawn and you have. And I am telling you now, that regret won't be easy to dissipate. It will be with you for the rest of your life. Can you live all your life filled with regret?"

SLAP! “Fu***ng bastard! ” I screamed, my voice trembling with rage. A red handprint bloomed on his cheek, but he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he stood there, his eyes filled with desperate longing. “Can you come back?" he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Come back to what?" I shot back, my words like venom. “This is the path you chose, Cole! Don’t tell me you regret it now.” “Yes, I regret it! ” he blurted out, the raw emotion in his voice catching me off guard. “I never thought I’d feel this way, but I do. I regret everything. I regret driving you away.” I froze, momentarily stunned. This was Cole, proud, arrogant Cole.