Semua Bab Alpha's Regret After I Died : Bab 201 - Bab 210

Arthur’s POVVincent didn’t hesitate. He pushed the door open.The hinges creaked as he pushed open the door. The door swung wide, revealing nothing but darkness. No movement. No sound. But the second the air from the room hit me, I could smell her, the old woman, making my wolf lung forward, pulling me into the room.Vincent followed me into the room. The air was old and stale. I scanned the room.There was only one small window, half-covered with torn fabric, letting in a thin line of moonlight that cut across the room. It landed on a table, two chairs, and a few glass jars lined up against the wall. Nothing moved. I took another step, eyes sweeping the dark. I was ready to throw in the towel and rip the bloodsucking vermin's head clean from his body. But as I turned to look at him, something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I turned fast.A shadow broke from the corner, something raised high in its hands. I didn’t have time to think. My wolf pushed forward, ready

Arthur’s POVWalking away from that cabin and leaving Liz there with people that I didn't know, but had to trust that they would protect her, was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Every step away from her felt wrong. By the time I reached the front steps to the palace, dawn had begun to crawl across the sky. The guards bowed as I passed, unaware of the storm that was tearing through me. Walking inside, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to keep myself calm, but the ache in my chest only grew stronger. The halls were quiet. I wanted nothing more than to go to my office, to think, to breathe—“Arthur, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”I froze at the sound of her voice. Slowly, lifting my head.And there she was, standing at the top of the stairs, dressed in white, sunlight spilling around her like some cruel mockery of purity. Rage burned up my throat, hot and choking. My wolf surged forward, claws scraping at the inside of my skin, wanting to tear through the lie tha

Liz’s POVAlice was pacing, panic written across every inch of her face. “He’s gone!” she shouted. “He wouldn’t just leave like that, something’s happened!”She turned, eyes wild, scanning the forest like she could drag him back by willpower alone. “I can’t just stand here!”I stepped closer. “We’ll find him. I’ll help you.”She spun around to look at me, shaking her head. “No. You’ll only slow me down. If you come, I’ll be too busy worrying about you instead of finding him.” Her hands were trembling as she grabbed the edge of the doorframe. “If he’s in danger, I can’t be thinking about anything else.”I knew she was right, I was no help to anyone right now.Alice looked at the ground, shoulders tense. I could see it in her eyes, the war between saving the man she loved and keeping her word to protect me.“I promised him,” she said, voice low. “I promised I’d keep you safe if something happened.”I shook my head. “Arthur wouldn’t want you to stay here if Vincent’s in trouble.”Alice’

Liz’s POVThe sun was beginning to go down. I’d been here alone for hours, waiting for Finn or someone, anyone, to come. Every tick of the clock dragged across my nerves until I thought I’d lose my mind. The feeling of being weak and useless had completely overtaken me. There were so many people I loved who were in danger, and I was just here, hiding away.I couldn’t sit still a second longer. Getting up, I went to the window, needing to breathe, needing to see something other than these four walls. The garden below stretched wide, bathed in the soft light of the setting sun.That’s when I saw her.Angelica.She stood near the fountain. My body went rigid. Rage built inside me fast and hard, rising until I could taste it. She was convincing, not only did she look like me, but she moved like me. I could see how she had managed to fool everyone. Her eyes swept across the garden as though the world belonged to her.I gripped the window frame, my nails biting into the wood. My whole body

Arthur’s POVThe night was quiet. I had made sure that no one would be here.I stood at the edge of the rose terrace, the moonlight cutting through the garden in thin silver lines. The scent of roses filled the air. Each petal shimmered faintly under the light, but there was no beauty in it tonight. This place wasn’t meant for love anymore. It was a stage for a monster.The arch stood in front of me. Red roses twisted around white ones, bleeding colour into purity. I hated it.My hands clenched at my sides. The only thing that kept me still was the sound of the fountain nearby. I focused on it the way drowning men focus on air.Footsteps approached from behind. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was.“Finn,” I said.He came to stand beside me, his face shadowed, his eyes scanning the terrace. “It’s all set,” he said. “The palace grounds are empty.”“And Liz?”He hesitated. That pause told me everything before he even spoke.“I haven’t been able to get to her,” he said finally. “Eve