All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After I Died : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Arthur’s POVWe didn’t speak much after the car started moving.The road curved behind us, leaving Blackthorn in the rear-view mirror. Liz sat beside me, quiet. Not distant. Just still. Like she was finally letting herself breathe.The ride was long. It always was. But this time, it felt different. Like every mile was pulling us closer to something that mattered. Something that wasn’t built on duty or bloodlines or titles. Just us. Just survival, stubbornness, and the chance to hope again.By the time the gates came into view, the sun was just beginning to lower.Finn was already waiting, arms crossed, expression unreadable, but the second he saw me step out of the car, it cracked. He smiled. Not the polite kind, but the real kind.“Took your time,” he said.“I always do,” I muttered as I closed the door behind me.Finn gave me a look but didn’t push it. “Everything held together while you were away. There were a few rogue sightings along the southern ridge, but it turned out to be n

Liz’s POVArthur didn’t say anything as we walked in silence. My mind was a mess, knotted and twisted, full of sharp edges I couldn’t smooth down.I wanted to ask what Cecilia meant. I wanted to know who he’d been expected to marry. I wanted to understand what kind of life I had stepped into by following him here.But I didn’t ask.I just walked beside him.When we reached his door, he pushed it open without a word.“Welcome home,” he said softly.I stepped inside slowly, my gaze drifting around the room. It was large but warm. Rich, heavy bookshelves. Stone walls softened by golden light. A fireplace still burning low.It felt like him.Every part of it.From behind me, his voice broke the silence again, nervous this time.“I’m sorry about Cecilia. She’s… a lot.”I turned and sat on the edge of the bed, letting my fingers sink into the blanket beneath me.“No,” I said quietly. “You have nothing to be sorry for. She seems lovely.”Arthur lingered by the door, eyes on me like he wante

Arthur’s POVThe sun had started to rise, but I hadn’t slept.The fire in my office had burned down to a faint flicker, and the stack of books beside me had doubled since Finn left.I rubbed my eyes and flipped another page.Inject energy into the soul tether.The words stared back at me from a dozen different notes and scraps, repeated in different ways, but none of them made it any clearer.Energy.But what kind?Magic? Blood? Moonlight?Every theory I had circled back to one truth—she was still here. That had to mean something. Some part of her soul was tethered, still clinging to this world. I shoved the book aside and grabbed another, this one older, its cover brittle and cracking, with a faded crescent stitched into the spine.Werewolves had always turned to the Moon Goddess.We draw power from the moon and its cycles. Our powers were the ancient force of night. Strength, healing, speed, all of it tied to the moon. But not resurrection. That was one thing we were never meant t

Liz’s POV“We need to get ready. Make sure we don’t miss anything,” Arthur said.His voice was steady, sure. Like he already believed this would work, and hope had already wrapped itself around him and refused to let go.I nodded and stood, falling into step beside him.But inside me, everything was trembling.Because while he spoke like this was the answer, I couldn’t stop the doubts pressing against my ribs.The story he found… it was beautiful. Poetic, even. But it didn’t speak about ghosts. It didn’t talk about what it meant to be stuck between life and death. That wolf in the story, he’d died. And his soul had stayed close, yes, but had he been forced to walk the world unseen? No.The story didn’t mention that.And part of me feared that my story didn’t match his. That maybe I was too far gone for moonlight to save.But I didn’t say that aloud.Because Arthur believed.And I needed to hold on to that belief, even if only a thread of it was mine. Because at the end of the day,

Arthur’s POVShe looked like light.Silver washed over her skin like the moon had chosen her, like it had been waiting for this moment just as long as I had.I didn’t move. I couldn’t.My hand rested on hers, cold and still, but it didn’t feel empty anymore. Not with her beside me. Not with her soul kneeling there, eyes locked on mine like she hadn’t stopped believing in me either.The wind stirred, soft at first, then stronger. The clearing felt alive. The trees didn’t sway, but the energy did rise around us, humming through the grass, through the air, through my chest.She leaned in. This was it.This was the moment she came back.I could feel it every inch of the clearing thrummed with something sacred. The light curled around her, around her body, as if it were guiding her home. My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear anything else.We’d done it.I’d found a way.She was coming back.But then the clouds shifted.And the moon disappeared.And just like that, it was gone.The