The Triplets Final Regret Novels & Stories

"It's okay, Ellison. We all understand you're worried about Becky. She's had quite a scare, and it's only right that you'd rush back to be with her instead of getting married—" "That's not it." Ellison cut her off, and after a long pause, where his throat seemed to struggle with the words, he finally spoke. His voice was hoarse and shaky. "I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert. "Lily... she's gone..." A hush fell over the whole living room. I did not know how much time had passed before I heard a loud crash. Mom's glass had hit the floor, shattering into a million pieces. "What did you say...?"

"They'll keep him, I guess. He's the future Alpha after all. He'll play a role in all of this. But why are we discussing them! Let's talk about a holiday. Do you like cruises?" "Yes." I forced a smile as my mind still lingered on Fred and his coming doom. I want to pity him, but he's going to reap what he sowed. *** By midnight, Fenriz and I were in bed upstairs in his room. I was once again in his arms, and an ipad was in Fenriz's hand. We were watching a movie. Fifty Shades of Gray. My wolf was going ballistic. Because we had wanted to do this with our second chance mate. But we were doing it here in the arms of a pérvërt.

I read it so many times the paper was falling apart. I didn't go to the funeral. I couldn't. Victor would have been there. Celeste would have been there. He would have been there. So I sat on this same floor with Noah, who was only one year old, asleep in my lap, and I cried until there was nothing left inside me. Mama never got to hold her grandbaby. I never kept my promise to her. I never told him. 'One day,' Nyx whispered. 'When it's safe.'

My kind, steady doctor held me tight against his chest, murmuring soft words of comfort, but I could feel the quiet sadness and helplessness radiating from him too. Later that night, after Landon had finally fallen into an exhausted sleep in my bed, clinging to me like he was afraid I might disappear and Mom had retired to her room with worried eyes, I slipped out to the back porch alone. The cool night air wrapped around me as I sat on the old wooden steps, staring into the dark forest. The mate bond was still there, painful and insistent, whispering that the triplets were close. That they were suffering too. That maybe, just maybe, they truly regretted what they had done.

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

With a few swift, elegant strokes, she signed her name on the dotted line, officially ending our legal marriage. She dropped the pen onto the desk, looking directly into my eyes. Her expression was completely unreadable. "Now you can reject me," she said, her voice terrifyingly steady. My heart did a violent plunge. This was it. The final step. I stood up from my chair, drawing myself up to my full height to face her. I looked deep into her dark eyes, pushing past the sudden, suffocating wave of regret that tried to choke me. I needed to be free.

After she was intimate with her husband, Derrick Gladwin, Celine Clarkson headed to the bathroom to clean up. Then the closet door swung open. Jenny Dlay—Celine's best friend—popped out, laughing like crazy. "Wow, Cece. You act all innocent, but you still make that face when things get good? I'm dead." Jenny rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, mocking the way Celine had bitten her lip and trembled. Celine went pale and froze. Jenny didn't care. She strutted over, went up on her toes, and hooked an arm around Derrick's neck, her nails brushing through his Adam's apple. "Okay, Ricky. Didn't know you had that in you. You seriously wore her out." She smirked. "Almost feel bad for he

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.

My body tensed immediately, and I couldn't contain myself. “I'm not here to fight, Tracy,” I said with a firmness that surprised them. "I'm here to study. Not to be the center of attention. And if you think they belong to you, you're very wrong. The triplets aren't objects; they're people. They have souls and a mate who will choose them for who they are. And you, Tracy, have none of that. All you have is a superficial mask that makes you look like an empty shell."

Every now and then, she'd hold my fingers in a death grip, her harsh pants of breath would get to my hearing and my heart would only squeeze painfully. I felt what she did. The triplets were as much mine as they were hers. Losing a family member was a quite devastating incident, talk more of losing three toddlers in one day. Not to death but through a sudden disappearance. For me, it was unheard of. "Having looked through the records, I've seen nothing that sums up to the triplets being in the pack." He announced again. "We can't go back all the way without them. We can't go back." I could sense all the brokenness which she felt encumbered in Neilla's words.