All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After I Died : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Liz’s POVI slipped out of Finn’s room. There were still a few hours before the moon was at its highest point, but I needed the time to get there. My body was weaker now, every step a reminder that I didn’t have much strength left. I’d expected the palace to be full of guests by now, laughter and music filling the halls for the Alpha King’s celebration.But there was nothing.Not a sound. Not a soul.Arthur really was going to do this alone.My chest filled with more pain at the thought. He was walking straight into danger with no one beside him, not even me. I wanted to believe he could win, that he was strong enough, but it wasn't just Angelica he might face. Silas wouldn't be far.I moved faster, forcing my body to keep going even as my legs threatened to give out. The corridors felt endless. Each turn looked the same.I was halfway down the last hall when I heard it.Footsteps. Running towards me.I froze, every instinct screaming to hide. I pressed myself into the shadows of a d

Melissa’s POVI should have known it was her. The signs were there the whole time, but I didn’t want to see them. There was a time when her name didn’t leave a bitter taste in my mouth. We were girls then, two witches hungry to learn. We spent our days buried in books, our nights daring each other to try spells we barely understood. Always competitive, always chasing one another’s shadows, but back then, it was harmless. We were friends. Sisters in all but blood.But power changes people.I still remember the first time I caught her drawing from the dark arts. The way her eyes lit up as the smoke curled between her fingers, the thrill in her laugh that didn’t sound like her anymore. I begged her to stop. I told her the darkness always takes more than it gives. She only smiled, said I was afraid of what I didn’t understand.I should have stopped her then, before she vanished into thin air.I thought she was dead. Part of me mourned her; the other part was relieved. I told myself it w

Liz’s POVThe smoke curled around them. Alice and Vincent stood there.They looked like they’d already walked through hell to get here. Alice’s hair was half loose, tangled and burned at the ends. Blood stained the side of her neck, her magic still flickering faintly across her hands. Vincent’s shirt was torn, blood smeared across his body from wounds already healing. Proof he’d already fought his own war before stepping into ours.The others froze, their wolves crouched low, still ready to strike. “Get Liz and Arthur out of here!” Alice shouted as she took in the scene around her.Angelica turned, her head snapping toward us, eyes burning with cruel rage. She didn’t hesitate. A surge of dark magic ripped from her hand, tearing through the air like lightning, heading straight for Arthur and me.Instinct took over. I threw myself over him, pressing my body against his, trying to shield him from it. My hands curled around his shoulders, pulling him closer even though I knew it wouldn’t

Angelica’s POVThey thought they’d won.I could see it all over their pathetic faces as the guards dragged me across the shattered terrace. They truly believe that this was the end of the nightmare and that it was finally over.Idiots.Nothing they did would ever hold me, even if they killed me, I'd find a way back to make them pay.They’d all forgotten what I was capable of.Who carved her name into the bones of witches older than her entire bloodline.They’d forgotten the darkness I came from.The magic bands around my wrists burned, digging into my skin. I almost smiled.At least she remembered something I taught her.“Move,” one of the guards snapped, shoving me forward.I stumbled, stone grinding into my bare feet, but I did not fight them. There was no point wasting energy on dogs who only knew how to follow orders. They receded in fear. Every time I moved, their hands gripped me tighter.They shoved me down the stairs so hard my shoulder slammed into the wall. I didn’t flinch

Liz’s POVArthur’s words rushed around in my head.I would still choose you every single day.I kept replaying them, holding them tight, trying to make myself believe them… but the doubt was there, scratching through all my mind. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe I was enough, that he truly didn’t care how I looked now, but a part of me kept whispering that he only said those things because he loved who I used to be.Not this.Not the older face.Not the lines that didn’t belong to someone my age.I knew he saw the things I tried to hide, the fear, the shame, the way I kept the cloak on, trying to cover every inch of my ugly skin.“Come on,” he said as he squeezed my hand. “Let’s get some rest.”I nodded, letting him lead me toward the door.We barely made it two steps into the hall when rushing footsteps echoed toward us. Cecilia appeared in front of us, breathless, her eyes wide with panic.“Arthur,” she gasped, “you’re needed in your office. Right now.”Arthur’s hand tig