Semua Bab Alpha's Regret After I Died : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Arthur’s POVI had dreamed of kissing her for so long.Every night I spent away from her, it haunted me. The thought of what it would feel like to finally let go. To stop pretending I didn’t want her more than anything I’d ever known. I imagined the way her lips might taste, the way her body might melt into mine like she was always meant to be there.And now that it had happened… I wouldn’t take it back.But I wished it hadn’t been like that.Not when she was falling apart. Not when her hands were shaking and her voice barely held together. Not when our first kiss dragged a memory out of her that shattered something inside her. I wanted it to be something she could hold onto, something worth keeping. Not a trigger for pain, so raw it left her trembling. Instead, it felt like another wound she’d carry. One more scar layered on top of all the ones we hadn’t even begun to understand.I didn’t speak as I led her back to my room.She didn’t speak either.When we stepped inside, she didn’t

Liz’s POVI sat beside Arthur.To everyone watching, it would’ve looked strange to have one empty chair at the Alpha King's side while every other seat in the room was full. But Arthur never cared how things looked. Not when it came to me. Not when it came to making a fool of himself, and for that, I was so thankful in a world where I was invisible to everyone but him, he made me feel more seen than anyone else ever did.The room was filled with faces I used to know. Some I had smiled at in passing. Some I’d laughed with. Some who had bowed their heads and called me Luna, like it meant something. They were all here now. Staring. Whispering. Pretending this mattered to them.The trial hadn't begun, but I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My body buzzed with something I couldn’t name, too raw to be just pain. Too deep to be called anger.Arthur's expression was unreadable to everyone but me. I could feel the tension in him like a pulse. He was holding back for me.One by one, they were bro

Liz’s POVMy stomach twisted.He was right.And it hit me like a strike to the chest. That law, the one no one ever questioned, was older than any throne, written into wolf code before kings even ruled. It was sacred. Final. Whoever held rightful claim over the deceased had authority over their remains. It didn’t matter if Arthur was the Alpha King. That law trumped titles.Carlos. My parents. If they demanded I be brought back to Blackthorn, Arthur wouldn’t be able to stop them.My chance… it would all be gone.I picked up my pace, walking faster until I was nearly in front of him.“Arthur,” I said, voice tight, pushing past the knot in my throat. He didn’t look at me.“Lumian is right,” I said again, firmer now. “Whoever has claim over the deceased’s body is the one who makes the decisions. Not even the Alpha King can override that.”That made him stop.He turned to me, jaw set, expression unreadable. For a second, I couldn’t breathe.“I know,” he said quietly. “But we’ll stop the

Liz’s POVWe stepped out onto the porch, and Arthur turned to face my family.“The next time I see you,” he said, his voice steady but filled with something that wrapped around my heart, “your daughter will be standing beside me.”Arthur looked at me then, eyes locked on mine.“She’ll be in her body. Alive and Breathing. For the whole world to see. I swear it to you.”Carlos stepped down onto the porch beside us. He didn’t say anything, just nodded once, like it was all he could manage. My mother clutched my father’s arm, tears streaking silently down her cheeks. And for once, he didn’t try to stop them. He didn’t try to be strong. He just pulled her closer.None of them said goodbye.They didn’t need to.I watched them as we stepped off the porch, every part of me trembling. From the weight of what had just happened. From the hope that had been stirred in their eyes. From the fear that it might all fall apart again.But something had shifted.Something real.Arthur didn’t let go of

Arthur’s POVHer voice cut through the air like a blade.“Arthur. Look out.”I turned.Fast.Just in time to see him, Lumian charging at me like a bull with nothing left to lose.His fist came at my face.I caught it mid-air.The impact jolted through my shoulder, but I didn’t flinch. He swung again with his other hand. I ducked, driving my elbow into his ribs. He grunted, stumbling back a step.“Where is she?” he shouted. “What did you do with her?”I straightened, calm and Controlled. “You mean the woman you let die?”He roared, lunging again.This time, I let him hit me. Just once. His fist collided with my jaw. A satisfying crack echoed through the air.And then I moved.One hit. One swift, brutal punch to his side sent him to the ground.He coughed, wind knocked from his lungs.I didn’t wait. I stepped forward, yanked him up by the collar, and slammed him back against the hood of the car.“She’s alive,” Lumian spat, blood coating his teeth. “I know she is. You’ve stolen her from