The Triplet Final Regret Novels & Stories

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

“I was angry at them… and angrier at myself for not stopping it. I should have protected you. Instead, I obeyed rules that destroyed you. If pain could be taken back, I would bleed for it willingly.” Their words hung in the air: regret, guilt, and remorse laid bare. For the first time, the triplets were not Alphas or rivals. They were broken men, standing before the woman they had wronged. “Do you think your apologies can erase the pain I suffered because you rejected me?” I snapped, my voice shaking with anger and old wounds. The moment the words left my lips, all three of them froze, shock rippling through the bond they once shattered as they glanced to each other in shock.

Sunlight sliced through the curtains. Alexander stirred first. He blinked, confused, then turned—and saw her. Melodie lay beside him, hair fanned out, eyes closed. Then it all came back. The garden. The kiss. The truth. The child. His body stiffened. --- Melodie’s eyes opened slowly. “You’re already regretting it.” “I...” He sat up. “Last night was real. But this morning...” Her voice was steady. “You want me to pretend it never happened.”

“You killed my family. You wiped out my friends. You might not remember me, but I remember you. I was there when you and your pack tore through our home and left nothing alive.” Tears filled his eyes, spilling over. They were meant to slow me. Meant to make me hesitate. They failed. There was no memory waiting for me. No image. No sound. Just emptiness where regret should have been. He searched my face anyway, like he expected something to surface. It never did. Life under my rule should have taught him that. Regret does not live in me. Guilt never learned my name. “I hope when he finally finds you,” the beta said, voice shaking now, “he tears you apart piece by piece. I hope you beg before

Going for things that truly matter. My dream as an astronaut was caught short because I want to make her happy but she sees me like a useless piece of shit. Not man enough for her. “I'm hoping you could resume immediately. We have an underlying project in hand” “Sure Mr Tuner. Will resume immediately” “Glad to hear that” the phone cut off. Tracy I hope you don't regret this.

"You'd better watch yourselves. Cross me, and you'll regret it." He turned and stalked away, Catherine hurrying after him. Before disappearing, she shot Jasper a look filled with pure venom—her mask finally slipping to reveal the calculating predator beneath. Alone in the moonlit garden, Jasper collapsed to his knees, hands buried in his hair as the weight of realization crushed down on him. "Julian, we were so wrong. So completely, utterly wrong." Julian sighed, placing a steadying hand on his brother's shoulder. "Regret won't change the past. All we can do now is find Madeline and try to make amends—if that's even possible."

I thought that would make him go away and stop bothering me, but he refused to move. “Meadow, you have done the surgery and my father is out of danger now. I can get another doctor to keep an eye on him. I just want to have a chat with you over lunch. Please, Meadow. I want to make everything right between us again. I know you are still angry with me about what happened between us. Please, I want to make it up to you. Just give me a chance,” Matt pleaded desperately. If I were the same Meadow from seven years ago, I would have melted just by seeing him this way. The Matt I used to know would never beg, even if a gun was pointed at his head. He would never beg for his life.

The implication was clear: I had crossed his line, and I better not take it for granted. I almost burst out laughing. Why should the pain I endured be brushed aside so easily? Just because he offered me a chance didn’t mean I had to be grateful and accept it. I straightened my back, my chin jutting out defiantly. “Dominic, I appreciate the sentiment, but I suggest you give this precious opportunity to someone else. I’m not worthy of it.” Dominic tightened his grip, his voice low and threatening. “You’ll regret this!” I replied firmly, “The biggest regret of my life is falling in love with you and marrying you. Other than that, I have no regrets.”