Too Late For Regret Alpha Novels & Stories

The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating, and I could feel the weight of everything we had never said pressing down on me. "I never meant for it to end this way." He said, his voice barely audible. I laughed again, the sound still bitter and sharp. "You never meant for it to end this way. That is all you ever say. You never meant for any of it to happen. And yet it all happened. Because of you." He looked up at me, his dark eyes filled with something that might have been regret. "Do you even regret it?" I asked, my voice flat. "Any of it? What you did to your Alpha? What you did to Isora? What you did to me?"

Snow drifted through the streetlights and settled on the shoulders of his black coat. "I want to prove I can change," he said, his breath clouding in the cold. "Everything you once did for me, I'll do for you. I'll check in first, call first, and remember every date that matters." I watched him quietly. "You wouldn't do any of that when we lived under the same roof. Why would another country make it easier?" His expression flickered. "It won't stay another country. I've asked the council to accept my resignation. Kyle will take over as Alpha of Silver Ridge. I'll stay in London and start over with you and the baby."

I was the fated mate of Ashton, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. He marked me in front of the entire pack, and everyone honored me as his Luna. For five years of marriage, he treated me like a treasure. Every night, he held me as I fell asleep and told me I was the one he would protect with his life. He was so good to me, giving me endless respect and protection, that even when my stepsister Serena mocked me in private for being a wolfless nobody who couldn't shift, I never cared. That illusion lasted until the night before the rogues launched their massive attack, when I overheard him say, "If I hadn't marked Lena, how could I have planted the blood sacrifice curse on her? And how else would t

And the alpha seemed to both love it and swallow up every single word of each story, and hate it because he wasn't there. They've lost so much time, yet they both seemed to come to a silent agreement to just try and move past it. Because holding onto grudges and regret will not turn back time or make it better. It was time to start moving forward. And now, as Ashly smiles and turns to look at the alpha, who's already looking at her as well, she asks, "What do you think?" "I think it's perfect." Alex smiles back at her warmly, his voice soft.

The Great Alpha couldn't stop the sonnection that so strong that he hurt a woman he truly love. “In this world,” he whispered as tears brimmed to his eyes. He looked up hatefully to the sky; there he saw the Brightest Moon and he appeared to have a deepest of the grudge. Then the words that so dmn echoed out, “You bitch, Brightest Moon! How dare you opposed to what my heart felt about? You think your children deserve to have our heart, our prime that you after? You shall dream on!” The Great Alpha could only laughed as he feel the misery that he couldn't possibly wrapped and throw away like a leftover. His heart couldn't hide the feeling of regrets. He feel like he can do something, but he j

Regret washed over him, drowning him in self-recrimination. "Why did I fight her so hard?" Clayton whispered to himself, his voice filled with regret and self-reflection. "Why was I so adamant that it couldn't be mine? Why didn't I believe her?" The weight of his own mistakes bore down on him, leaving him feeling sick and disoriented. His mouth turned dry, and his vision began to darken around the edges. Resting his head against the wall, Clayton fought to steady his breathing and regain his composure. Fainting and being found on the floor by a nurse was the last thing he needed right now. He knew he had to gather himself and take action. He needed guidance, advice, and maybe even interventi

he spoke regretfully, while I remained silent. The wounds he had inflicted on me were still fresh, and his sudden realization didn't erase the years of heartache and longing. I took a deep breath and responded, my voice laced with bitterness. “It's too late, Alpha Ethan. You had your chance, and you chose to ignore it. I can't forget the past or ignore the fact that you caused me so much pain."

“I'm sorry my Alpha. Forgive me. I have foolishly crossed the line this time.” “Go. I'll be having company soon. We'll talk another time.” Alpha Greg dismissed him. “Once again, I ask for your forgiveness,” Carlos begged one more time before he finally left. A crook smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he walked out the door. The doubt in Alpha Greg's face already suggested the seed he'd sewn into him was soon to start yielding fruits. He hoped he would dump his pride that has done nothing spectacular for him all his life and follow the new path he'd sowed into him.

One was hers, and the other was the child who never opened its eyes to see the world. "I'm sorry..." the doctor murmured, his eyes filled with regret. But that regret felt powerless. I looked at the urns in my hands, their light weight made me feel disoriented. How could a living person become so light? Her smile, those stubborn eyes, the warmth she once gave me—all of that vanished, leaving only these cold ashes. "If only I had come sooner..." I muttered. If only I hadn't let my damned pride and ego stop me, maybe I could have seen her one last time.

I said, my voice breaking. “You can’t be mine,” he said, louder now. “You are not fit to stand near me, let alone be claimed by me.” His words hit harder than his hands ever could. They stabbed every broken part of me that had just begun to hope. “I reject you,” he said coldly. “I, Caden Holt, Alpha of the Redfang Pack, reject you as my mate.” The room spun. But tears refused to come. But inside, something shattered. Loud and painful.