روايات وقصص ضمن Too Late For Tears The Alpha Triplets’ Regret

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.

And still… nothing. “I should’ve let you starve,” she muttered. But the lie tasted bitter. --- Flashbacks flickered behind her eyes— “Are the stars really that far?” “Farther than you can walk.” “Will I ever see them?” “I’ll bring you music to drown the screams.” She touched her stomach. Empty. Still. But her heart beat defiant. “Chains won’t keep me silent,” she whispered. --- In the war room, the new Alpha’s council erupted in shouts.

She squeezed Ethan’s hand, her long, manicured nails digging into his skin, urging him forward. Ethan finally looked down at me. For a split second, I saw a flicker of the boy who had loved me beneath the willow tree—a flash of pure, suffocating agony. But then, the cold, hard mask of the future Alpha slammed back down, extinguishing the boy forever. "I, Ethan Blackwood, future Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack," he began, his voice ringing clear and steady through the silent hall, "reject you, Chloe Ravenwood, as my fated mate. I sever the bond. I cast you aside."

"A girl whose father stripped her future, whose sister took her match, and who walks into a den of wolves without a single tear on her cheek?" "Tears do not alter facts, Lord Alpha," I said, holding his gaze without a single tremor in my voice. "If I am to be your prisoner, your trophy, or your court's sacrifice, so be it. But do not expect me to play the helpless maiden for your entertainment." For three long, agonizing seconds, the Alpha simply stared at me. Then, the corner of Hati’s hard, carved mouth twitched upward into a slow, dangerous, approving smile.

For five years, I let my husband’s fated mate take whatever she wanted. My place beside him. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a broken family had to be better than no family at all. It wasn’t. On the tenth anniversary of the bond my husband and I chose for ourselves, he canceled our ceremony and told me his fated mate would be taking my place beside him. Then my son gave her the Luna necklace his father had once given me and told me she was his real mate. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago. No matter how much of mysel

“Miss, perhaps you should step aside. Before the smell gets worse.” “Yes, please,” a younger woman added, fanning herself. “Some of us are trying to breathe here.” The laughter was deafening now. Leslie tried to speak but nothing came out. Her throat was closing. Her eyes were burning. She looked at Tony one more time. He wasn’t even looking at her anymore. He’d turned back to the cameras, that perfect smile plastered on his face again. “Go home, Leslie, the Northern Territory Alphas are watching.” he said quietly. Coldly. “And don’t come out until you figure out how not to embarrass me.”

“What I’m trying to say is that as much as I wanted him then—and as much as I’m starving for him right now—it doesn’t mean you and I have to burn the pack down over it. We’re twins. We’re the Vargas Alphas. He’s just a man.” Teo scoffed, though the tension in his frame seemed to leak out just a fraction. “Is that your version of an apology? It sucks.” “I’ve never been good at the soft shit. You know that.” “The one thing we can agree on.” Teo reached for two fresh glasses. He filled them both with the heavy, peaty scotch and pushed one toward me. “Truce?” I took the glass, the cool crystal a relief against my bruised hand. “Truce. We shouldn't be clawing at each other over a Property. We’ve

The four Alphas exchanged glances. "That is a lie," she sobbed, clutching Sebastian's arm. Her tears fell fast and perfect. "You know how much that night destroyed me, Freya. You know the pain I have carried. The nightmares. The fear every time the moon goes dark. How can you stand there and lie like this? How can you be so cruel?" "Enough," Kael roared. His claws extended at his sides. "Apologize to her. Now." Marcus stepped closer, his voice cold and sharp as frozen earth. "Apologize. Now. You have caused enough suffering."

Zarek’s usual messy hair was slicked back, surrounding him with a refined air befitting of a future Alpha. Two girls next to me seemed especially captivated. “Once Zarek succeeds as Alpha, Isabella will become his Luna!” One girl squealed. The other responded, “I know, right! They look perfect together!” A wave of disappointment washed over me. They were right. I could never be Zarek’s Luna, but that didn’t mean I would torture myself all night. I hurried to leave when one of the girls’ heels stepped on my dress. I felt a sharp tug before the fabric suddenly tore up my legs, exposing my backside to the entire room. The girls gasped and scurried away.

For love, I left my pack and followed Kayson Callahan to the distant Silver Moon Pack. Yet for five whole years, I was never officially entered into the Silver Moon Pack's records. Lyanna Lawrence, on the other hand, had only stayed in my home for two months when Kayson personally contacted the Council of Elders and had her official status fast-tracked. I was completely devastated and decided to return to my own pack. For the first time, Kayson cried as he knelt before me. "Serena, you're my fated mate. Once we hold the Bonding Ceremony, it's only a matter of time before the pack accepts you. "But Lyanna is different. She has nowhere to go, and without a pack to protect her, she could e