Alpha's Regret

Chapter 1

His eyes stared out into the night. The chilling howl of the wind as it blew past his home sent a chill down his spine. The loneliness had finally set in his bones making him feel hopeless.

Snowflakes danced in the wind and were carried by the window as they were carried by the harsh winds. This storm was said to maybe black out his community. He had issued for all pack members to stock up on supplies and to stay home. He had no want for any of his wolves to try to brave this monster of a storm.

Eyes searching for the light that always shined down from the moon were blacked out by the snowstorm. He let out a sad sigh. Wishing he could have seen her beauty one last time.

He left the window in the bedroom and walked over to his massive king-size bed. He had shared this bed with his chosen mate. She had died years ago when she finally got pregnant. Neither one survived.

As his massive six-foot body lay down on the bed his gaze moved across the ceiling. Thoughts taking over him. His grief was just too much for him to contend with. His wolf had also grown to no longer wish to deal with him. It was like he lost everyone. Everyone that mattered in his life was now gone.

His pack expected him to take another mate. He was not yet forty and had no heir so surely he would settle down with another she-wolf. But he could not do that. Would not go into another loveless marriage just for the sake of others. For once he was going to put himself first.

His mind drifted to the day he first met the woman his father picked out for him. She was so pretty with her long brown hair that fell in huge curls down her back. Her eyes were the color of fresh growing grass.

But she was not his. Not his fated and both he and Elizabeth knew that. But both were forced by their fathers to join in marriage for both their packs.

It was well-known that birth rates were lower. No one knew what the cause was. Some felt the Moon Goddess was displeased by her people. Not until years later when all his mistakes were made that he learned what was going on. Werewolves were foolish and had grown more human in their ways of thinking. Leaving their beast and their thoughts and feelings to be shut out. Even if it was through their beast that they could find the one that was the other half of their soul.

Elizabeth was such a kind woman. He tried his best to be good to her. But after her true mate killed himself cause she would not leave with him she lost the sparkle she had. She hoped to give me an heir and then join him. Almost fitting she died trying to do what the Moon Goddess did not want. Though the pain still laced through him when he thought about their loss.

He prayed to the Goddess to please forgive Elizabeth. Please allow her to be with her mate finally. Please only hold him accountable. If only he had fought his father. If only he had grown a spine and walked down the path he was supposed to.

Tears fell from his eyes. he did not even try to hold them back. Allowing himself to grieve his friend and child. He cried for a bit. Then he shifted on the bed. Opening up his nightstand drawer he pulled out two items. A torn t-shirt and a photograph. The shirt was in a plastic zip lock bag. It was not opened often so it would not lose the scent it carried. In his left hand, he then pulled out a knife.

He plunged the knife right into his chest. Hoping he would have time. As his blood began to gush out he opened the bag and took in the scent of fresh apple cider and musk. His eyes once more looked at the picture he cherished.

In the photo was a younger man around eighteen. Five-seven feet tall but slender. His black hair was cut short on the sides but was a bit longer on top. Mischief was in his eyes as it always was.

Micheal could talk him into doing almost anything. His deep blue eyes called to him. A life so young yet captured the essence that was his mate. His best friend.

Kingston tried to take in another whiff of the sent of the only person to die for loving him. To died cause he was seen as not good enough for the Alpha's son.

Kingston could hear Micheal saying he loved him. He smiled at that. Knowing that he broke the rules and would never see his other half. Would never feel him in arms again. His father not only made Kingston reject him but killed his love and their twins. Killed all three of them right in front of Kingston.

Kingston then when it all was too late killed his father in a rage. Becoming Alpha like was always his future. He was never the same after that.

His eyes grew heavy and he knew soon he would have to explain himself to the Goddess. Soon he would no longer be part of this world. If he had only been given a chance he would go back. Go back to senior year of high school. He would do it all differently. He wished that if he had a Christmas wish to be granted it would be a do-over.

In the distance as the storm came to a stop bells chimed. It was now Christmas morning. Parents were woken up by their children. The children were excited to get their presents. And in the packhouse on the hill, a maid came in to see to their Alpha only to find him dead on his bed. Clutching to his face a shirt a smile on his lips.

She let out a howl of mourning. One that other staff heard and responded to it. Soon the whole pack howled for their loss. The once bright Alpha who was kind to everyone was gone.