All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After I Died : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Philip’s POVNeither of my children took anything seriously.Cecilia had always been too outspoken to make a good, obedient luna, and Arthur had turned cold, but not in the way I hoped. He listened to no one. Especially not me.I stood near the ballroom’s edge, watching nobles whisper, watching the girls still throwing glances his way even after being dismissed one by one. He hadn’t danced with a single one. Hadn’t spoken more than a few words to any of them.It was beginning to look like something was wrong with him.The Alpha King unmated. Uninterested and refusing every carefully positioned offer laid before him. It wasn’t just frustrating. It was dangerous.People noticed, and soon they would begin to talk. And if he didn’t start acting like a King… there would be consequences for all of us. I would not let my son be the downfall of our family. Having an outspoken daughter was one thing she could be trained, but an alpha king that didn't act like one that was not something that c

Frank’s POVThere’d been a strange feeling in my chest since the moment I returned to this pack.Something was off.Not in the usual way, things shifted when Philip was around his presence always tightened shoulders and straightened backs. No, this was deeper. I'd noticed things like how Arthur looked and smiled when there was nothing there, and how Cecilia was so wrapped up in books that she had no place reading. I'd seen the book she held when she had come rushing towards Arthur yesterday morning. Whatever was going on in this pack, it clung to Arthur and Cecilias. And after what Philip told me last night… I couldn’t shake it.Arthur is dancing alone. Speaking to empty air. Smiling at someone who wasn’t there. It made me realise the feeling that wrapped around me was more than just a feeling.I’d gone to Arthur’s room this morning, ready to speak to him face to face. No more assumptions. No more secondhand truths.But as I reached for the door, I stopped.He was talking to someo

Frank’s POV“We need to talk,” I said, low.Philip didn’t turn his head, but I saw the way his jaw shifted. He gave a nod and followed me out of the hall without a word.I opened the door to a side room away from unwanted ears.“I have been watching them and fear this is worse than we could have ever imagined,” I said. He closed the door behind us, arms folded.“There is evil in this pack, Philip. And it’s already sunk its claws into Cecilia and Arthur.”Philip didn’t say a word; he stood there waiting for me to go on.“I found Cecilia in the library this morning,” I continued. “She was talking to someone. I waited before stepping in, but when I entered the room, it was empty. Just her. She smiled like nothing was wrong. Lied straight to my face.”His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t speak.“She was surrounded by books. Books that don’t belong in her hands. Dark and twisted magic. Rituals meant to pull at the veil between the living and the dead. Stuff even witches don’t touch unless th

Melissa’s POVThe scent here was wrong.Magic. Old and twisted. Hidden in plain sight.Whatever they’d called me here to destroy wasn’t lurking in the shadows. It was living among them. Moving through their halls, eating at their bonds. I could march right up to them and demand answers, but I didn't. Instead, I watched from the shadows because people lied, but behaviour didn't.Arthur did not seem like a stupid man, but this evil clung to him like frost. It was woven into the threads of his being, like a shadow too stubborn to fade in the light.At first glance, he seemed in control. But the deeper I looked, the more I saw the truth. Something clung to him. Something that pulsed with unnatural energy. It fed off him.It wasn’t attached to his body; it was bound to something deeper. His soul. The air around him buzzed with remnants of spellwork that shouldn’t exist. There was no scent. No mark. But the power was there. Foul and Heavy. As if death itself were walking with him.I’d fo

Liz’s POVSomething was off about her.The moment her hood dropped, I felt it.There was something in the way her eyes moved, how they scanned the room like she was searching for something. She knew there was more here than met the eye.Her eyes flicked past Arthur’s shoulder, right through the space where I stood. And for a split second, her eyes narrowed barely a twitch, a flicker of suspicion most would miss.But I wasn’t most.Not anymore.When I was alive, I would’ve brushed it off or not even noticed it.But now? Now I’d learned to see what others didn’t or what they didn't want to.She was looking for something… and that something was me.Arthur was talking, but his words slipped past me as I stood there focused on her.She just flicked her wrist, and the air changed.It was subtle at first. A soft pressure building in my chest, like I’d forgotten to breathe for too long.I took a step back, something deep inside of me twisting like it wanted to escape.Melissa’s voice rose. W