All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After I Died : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Arthur’s POVShe stared at me like she didn’t know who I was.“What the hell is wrong with you, Arthur?” Cecilia’s voice shook with fury, disbelief, and fear. “You have a body in your room, Arthur. A girl. Dead. Just lying there.”She was pacing now, her arms wrapped tightly around herself like she didn’t know what else to do with them.I stayed by the door, jaw tight, waiting for her to burn out. But she didn’t. She kept going.“And you… You act like this is normal? You don’t even look shocked.” Her voice cracked. “Gods, tell me you didn’t do something. Tell me I’m not standing here with my brother and he’s…”“Stop,” I said it low, but it cut through her panic.She froze mid-step.“She’s not just a girl,” I said, and my voice felt raw in my throat. “Her name is Liz.”Her brows pulled together. “Liz?”“Oh God,” Cecilia breathed, taking a step back. “Was that her name before you killed her, or is that just what you named her?”I closed my eyes for half a second. That hurt more than it

Liz’s POVArthur let out a breath and shook his head like he was still trying to catch up.“I’m grateful,” he said. “Truly. But you’ve got your coming of age ceremony. That should be your priority, Cecilia.”She raised an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. “Seriously? That’s your excuse? I’m better than you at books,” she snapped. “And let’s be honest having a woman around will make it easier when it comes to choosing the damn colours for the celebration you all keep forgetting is about me.”Arthur opened his mouth, then closed it again.Cecilia smiled, almost proudly now. “It’ll be hard, not being able to see her or speak to her, but I’ll make it work.”I blinked, unsure how this had flipped so fast.Cecilia turned for the door without waiting for him to argue again.“I’ll head to the library now,” she called. “No time to waste.”Then she was gone.Arthur ran a hand through his hair before dragging it down his face with a groan. Something told me that this wasnt the first or last time tha

Arthur’s POVI stared at the letter in my hands for a long time.My father was coming home.Philip Winston, the great Alpha King, former ruler of the Northern Territories and self-proclaimed expert on duty, honour, and emotional repression, was returning to the palace. Alongside him, as always, would be General Frank, his loyal friend, his war companion, the man who’d practically raised me when my father couldn't be bothered.I folded the letter carefully, though my hands itched to rip it in half.He hadn’t visited Not since his so-called “retirement” tour across the southern border. Now, on the eve of my sister’s coming of age, he decided to show up. Perfect timing, really.“Bad news?” came Liz’s voice behind me.I turned around to face her. “Depends on how you define bad,” I said, holding the letter between two fingers. “My father’s on his way.”Her brows lifted slightly. “And General Frank with him.”Her expression softened, sensing the tension rolling off me like waves. I dropped

Liz’s POVI watched Arthur’s father and Frank walk away, their footsteps echoing down the corridor. I didn’t like the way their father spoke to them, cold and clipped, never once soft like you think a father would after being away from his children for so long.Arthur's jaw was set, and his eyes unreadable. He didn’t say anything as he turned and walked down the hall. I followed him. Cecilia trailed behind us, still clutching the book to her chest like it was the only thing keeping her upright.The study door clicked shut behind us.Cecilia didn’t waste any time. She placed the book on the desk and started flipping through it. “I stayed up all night reading this. I think… I think I found something that might help.”I moved closer. Reaching for the pen that was on the desk. What did you find?She turned a few more pages in the book, her thumb pausing on a marked section. Her shoulders were stiff, the silence stretching as she stared down at the text like she needed to read it one m

Liz’s POVJealousy burned through me.Watching girl after girl reach for Arthur, laugh too loud, touch what wasn’t theirs, I hated it.He dismissed them. Every single one. But that didn’t ease the feeling twisting in my chest.Because they were alive. And I wasn’t.I couldn’t step in front of them and defend what was mine. All I could do was watch.Arthur kept me close. He never let go of my hand. Brushed every girl off without hesitation. But it still hurt.Because they didn’t have to fight to be beside him, they didn’t have to hope for a body, or a voice, or a future.I did.Arthur walked away from his father, pulling me along with him. He didn’t say anything as he led me out of the ballroom. I could feel the tension in him.Every step he took was tight and controlled. His grip on my hand never loosened, but the weight behind it changed.He didn’t stop until we were on the balcony. The doors closed behind us, sealing off the music, the voices, and the eyes.Moonlight spilled ov