Romans & histoires Too Late For Regret Alpha

He was depressed that she had regretted it, and even more depressed that she and Greg were entangled. It was all his fault. It was he who pushed her into the arms of that romantic lawyer. There was an indescribable regret that eroded his heart. Sitting in the office, Alpha clutched his aching heart, and his mind was filled with the words of his grandma when he left in the morning: "No one is perfect, and there is no pure gold. If you make mistakes, correct them. There is no such thing as good. If you regret the divorce, it’s still too late.”

’ He flexed his claws. ‘Shit! Every time you hurt Jane, it’s me that ends up getting hurt back.’ His howls grew louder, more frantic, as more and more notifications popped up, telling me all of Reg’s subscriptions were gone. Between his howls I heard him mournfully moan, ‘No more Alpha David,’ and, ‘This is a disaster, what will I do?’

Cliché but true. Adriana had concluded that if she had to be on the run for the rest of her life to protect her child from Niklaus then she would. Without hesitation. She had one regret though. She regretted not telling Celine she was pregnant. She regretted not calling Celine to tell her what she had seen at Niklaus’s mansion that day. She would have known what to do. She regretted not even calling Celine to ask how her writer's retreat in California had been going. Most of all she regretted not telling her best friend she was starting a new life in a foreign city she had never been to. Celine would have helped pick out a new name for a new identity. And that regret and guilt went on to sit

“And when you start to regret your choice, I will show you no mercy.” He leaves fuming while my body shakes behind Lent. Of course he will regret it. I knew the truth of those words as Alpha Reenan uttered them, but even I did not predict just how much the alpha would be right.

I said. "Yes, Alpha. I can see that you are hell-bent on carrying in with your plans. I know that I have done my best to convince you to change your mind and I have given up. You can do whatever you want but I assure you that it will end with regret. I won't advise you anymore," Rico said. "How dare you tell me that I will end up with regret? Are you cursing me?" I asked angrily. "Alpha, I'm not cursing you. I'm only telling you what I feel in my guts. Mark my word this day, you will regret not listening to me and your family," he said.

I remembered the moment she yelled at me, her voice filled with pain: "Without knowing the depth of this, you chose to believe I was the culprit. Isn't that cruel?" Tears welled in my eyes. She was right. I had been cruel to her, and I'd never gotten the chance to make it right. “If we were to publish this story, what would we call it?” She had asked once. I let out a bitter laugh. "Alpha's Regret: Yearning for Her Love," I whispered. That would be the perfect title of our story. I gave up, hoping at least Harper would keep her words to erase my memories with Emily in her head. And Zaza, Mason and Madison will at least keep her safe.

(Penelope) I tucked my empty plate away and stood to leave when a heavy hand clasped my shoulder. “Leaving so soon?” I turned to face Alpha Reginald, one of the oldest members of the council. His silver hair slicked back against his scalp. His watery blue eyes raked over me appreciatively, lingering too long on places they shouldn’t. “Council business calls,” I replied coolly, stepping back to break his contact. “Surely you have time for one drink?” He produced a crystal glass of ruby-red wine, extending it toward me. His yellowed smile stretched across his face. “A toast to our new partnership against these mutant threats.”

“I don't have regrets, Alpha Knox—” Wow. That was a lot coming from the mouth of a woman who I thought had regrets. “I don't regret doing it with you, Alpha Knox. It was me who started it, after all. Why do you speak in that manner?” She walked forward and turned to look at me. “The only regret I have is doing it later than sooner. You must discard every other thought.” “Of course, Sage. Thank you.” “I shall return to my chamber,” she bowed and looked up to meet my gaze once more. “Long Live The Alpha. Enjoy the rest of this beautiful evening.”

I ordered with my Alpha tone and he immediately bowed his head in submission but I could still hear the rebellion in his voice when he answered. “Yes, Alpha,” Greg sighed. “The day I become an alpha who needs to resort to such lowly measures to keep my seat is the day I abdicate.” I meant it. I had fought hard for this seat and I had no intention of letting it control me. I was the Alpha; I controlled the seat and not the other way around. “What is our next move?” Fred asked since Greg was still too contrite. “Fred, how mobile can you be? I know you are taking care of Freya.”

"The Supreme Alpha has just gone to his bedroom after overseeing the final stages of the rites. And he also announced that Margaret's burial would be in two days." I clicked my tongue and tilted my head, a gesture that had become my signature expression of disgust over the years. "Oh, my poor father," I said, my voice taking on a tone of fake sympathy. "I can't believe he just shot himself in the foot like that, thinking he's transferring the mark from Margaret to Emma. I wonder how exactly he would feel if he found out that his precious granddaughter is not the bearer but mine is. I'm sure he would collapse." I let out another laugh.