Semua Bab Alpha's Regret After I Died : Bab 231 - Bab 239

Liz’s POVThe warmth in my hand grew stronger. It wasn’t wild or explosive. It didn’t hurt. It didn’t burn. It settled. It had finally found its place after being lost for too long. Slowly, I opened my eyes.My fingers trembled as a faint glow gathered in my palm. I sucked in a breath, afraid that even breathing too hard might scare it away.“Oh…” Alice said from beside me.The light pulsed as if it were one with my heart, and as it did, every inch of me just felt right.For the first time, I didn’t feel empty.I stared at the light, barely blinking, afraid that if I looked away, it would vanish.No one spoke.The room felt suspended in time, every breath held, every movement stilled. Even the candles seemed to burn more softly, their flames leaning toward my hand.“I… I’m doing it,” I whispered, more to myself than to them.My skin.My gaze dropped to my hand, and my breath hitched.The scars, those deep, ugly lines, dark and brittle, were fading. Not disappearing all at once, but s

Liz’s POVI stood under the warm water of the shower, letting it run over my wrinkled, broken skin as I stared down at my hands. They shook, but the longer I stared at them, the easier it was to see where the magic had healed it.Leaning back against the cold, hard wall, I closed my eyes, and images, no memories began to fade in.At first, they were gentle.Arthur in Lumian’s office. The moment he saw me. The way his whole face changed like he’d forgotten how to breathe. The way his eyes stayed on me even while everyone else argued. Like I was the only thing in the room that mattered.A smile grew on my dry, wrinkled lips as I watched it all unfold.I don’t know how I didn’t see it then.How stupid I was. The way the truth was right in front of me, and I still couldn’t see it. I could see it so clearly now. The way he looked at me. My heart began to ache as I realised just how much time I had wasted.And then it wasn’t a memory anymore.Their eyes dragged over me slowly, like they w

Finn’s POVI stood tall even though my body screamed at me in pain.The battle I had fought earlier still lived in my bones. Every breath pulled at torn muscle. Every movement sent pain flaring through me. I should have been resting. I should have been horizontal and unmoving.Instead, I stood in the middle of Lumian’s courtyard and watched him sweat.It brought me a quiet satisfaction I didn’t bother hiding.Cruelty is not in my nature. Arthur knows that. Everyone does. But Lumian had always rubbed something in me the wrong way. His arrogance. The way he believed his title made him untouchable.Watching that crack was worth the pain.His pack stood frozen around us. Fear moved through them like a sickness. I could see it in their eyes as they looked at one another, silent questions passing between them. Who would speak first? Who would move? Who would survive this?“If any of you follow him,” Lumian shouted, fury shaking his words, “you are traitors to this pack. I will have you hun

Melissa’s POVShe followed. Barely upright. Barely holding herself together. But she followed without arguing, and that told me more than anything she had said on the floor of the library.Weak did not mean unwilling.Teaching her to unlock her powers wouldn’t be as easy as it would be for just a normal witch because Liz is not just a witch.She is a hybrid.Even without her wolf, she was still different. Her magic did not sit neatly inside her the way it did with most witches. It was tangled with instinct. With emotion. With something older and more feral that had been torn from her. Learning to use power this late in life would be difficult for anyone. Learning after the pain and torture and loss she had been forced to endure was something far crueller.It would have been easy for her to turn to dark magic.Dark magic feeds on fear. On bitterness. On grief. It would have welcomed her with open arms and promised strength without resistance. Promised an end to the pain if she was wil