Too Late For Regret Alpha Novels & Stories

That I'd carried his child and never stopped yearning for him even when I believed he'd betrayed me? The happiness I'd felt earlier after my conversation with Alpha Nate had evaporated completely. I clutched at the hem of my borrowed clothing, feeling utterly drained, all color fading from my face. I should never have come. At least then I wouldn't have heard these heartbreaking revelations. But regrets were useless now. I'd made my choices, and now I had to live with the consequences. "Thea..." I began softly. "Yes?" "Let me tell you a story and help you fall asleep..."

Especially not my own child. Then there’s the countdown. The cruel ticking clock silencing everything else. Maybe this was the perfect ending. He’d impregnate me. And before the pups could form… I’d die. A win-win. Two ways to shatter a king’s heart. His dynasty… gone. His only offsprings… buried in ashes. And maybe, just maybe, the woman he couldn’t stop loving… gone forever. The ultimate regret. The Alpha King’s last one.

Maybe, it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the weight of everything crashing down on me but when his fingers brushed against mine, the pain I felt earlier numbed and all I felt was butterflies. The man, I'll call him black shirt, drew me closer and murmured behind my ears. “One night, no names.” My heart pounded in my chest. This was stupid. It was reckless but… When we pulled away and I stared into his eyes, I told myself for once in my life I wanted to feel something other than pain. I nodded and told him to take me somewhere away from the noise and he did. ***** I've heard Alpha King Logan mention something about “Regret comes in the morning” when he was advising Mira. Like her, I thought

Without saying another word, she turned around and walked out of the house. The moment the door closed behind her, I broke down,I collapsed into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. Why was fate playing such a cruel joke on me? Why was everything happening all at once? How did my life turn into this nightmare?Why couldn’t Alpha Sebastian just let me go?Why did he always find new ways to reopen wounds that were barely healing? Why did he insist on making my life more painful than it already was?One thing was clear,I would never forgive him. No matter what happened.

CHAPTER TEN For a long while, the room was swallowed by silence. Not the calm kind—but the suffocating kind that pressed heavily against everyone’s chest. The shock of the scene left everyone utterly dumbstruck. Who in the pack didn’t know the marriage history between Alpha Ryker Hale and his ex-Luna, Ember Valen? It was a story whispered in every corner of the territory, a tragedy etched into collective memory. Yet now, seeing the Alpha—who had barely spoken in three years—clinging tightly to the very woman he had once rejected, no one knew whether to laugh or cry.

His lips parted, then closed, as if he wanted to say something. In the end, all that escaped was a raw, broken howl. “Aaargh—” “Freya… little sister…” He finally remembered the explanations he’d dismissed as lies, the cries for help he’d ignored. It was all true. This proud, powerful Alpha collapsed onto the cold, damp floor of the dungeon, as if his very soul had been ripped out. I watched him break down, but my heart was a sea of calm. I was already dead. His grief couldn't change a thing.

Rebels cheered. Jessica smirked at the window. “He builds a future.” Melodie murmured, “On forgotten bones.” Jessica whirled. “Speak up, slave.” “I said I hope it lasts,” Melodie replied flatly. --- Later that day— “He’s planning a grand feast,” Marcus said, placing new maps on the war table. Alexander didn’t look up. “He?” Marcus blinked. “You, Alpha.” Alexander nodded absently. His fingers slipped into his pocket again.

Five minutes later, mother’s call chased me, her voice trembling with excitement: “Darling, we all saw it! Your father said ‘It’s acceptable,’ but he locked the magazine in his desk drawer! Come home for dinner, we miss you…” Miss me? Or just want to apply a new layer of gold plating to the increasingly dull Elio signboard? I smiled and declined, citing a “project deadline.” Two years later, the phone rang again. This time it was Elena herself, her crying covering the background noise: “Rhea, Dad had a stroke! The doctor says his condition is very bad, and he keeps calling your name… ” In the past timeline, this collapse didn’t happen until years later. “Sis! I know Mom and Dad were wrong be

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.”

“You’ll regret this.” “I already regret everything.” That shut him up. So I drank again. The room tilted. Voices blurred. “You all talk too much!” I slurred, pointing at no one. “None of you know anything!” A few laughed. I didn’t care—let them. Then— silence fell—heavy, wrong. Chairs scraped. Conversations died mid-word. Even the music seemed to hesitate before cutting out. A whisper spread through the room. “Alpha is here.” I let out a weak laugh. “Yeah… right.”