All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After I Died : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lumian’s POVI sat in the silence, head in my hands, elbows digging into the edge of my desk like pressure might keep me from falling apart.Robert’s voice kept replaying in my mind.“I killed Luna Liz.”The words didn’t stop echoing, no matter how many times I tried to breathe them away. They didn’t sound right. Not because he hadn’t said them, he had, but because something about the way he said it had been wrong. Like he’d buried himself with her.I didn’t move.I didn’t speak.I just sat there while the air in the room grew colder, heavier and tighter. The kind of quiet that sinks into your bones and makes your skin itch.A knock came, and after a second, the door creaked open without waiting for permission.“Lumian?”Judy’s voice was soft and Hesitant.I didn’t bother lifting my head to look at her.She stepped in anyway.“I brought food,” she said gently. “You haven’t eaten all day.”The tray clinked as she set it down.She moved closer, slowly, as if I were something fragile o

Liz’s POVArthur walked beside me, his jaw set, his focus fixed ahead. We didn't speak. There wasn’t anything left to say, not until we stood in front of Robert and heard whatever truth he still had buried inside him.But as we neared the stairs, something shifted —inside me, not outside, not in the hall.It was small at first —a tightness beneath my ribs, a thud behind my sternum that didn’t feel like mine.I slowed.Arthur took another step before noticing I had stopped moving. He stopped. Looked back. “Liz, is everything okay?”I didn’t answer him.I couldn’t because I didn’t know if everything was okay.The ache inside me was crawling higher. Hotter than anything I had ever felt before. Fear gripped at every inch of my mind.What was happening to me?“I don’t know,” I said quietly. “Something’s wrong.”He stepped toward me, but I backed away.It wasn’t pain.Not exactly.It was worse.Heavier and messier than anything I had ever felt before. The kind of feeling that doesn’t just

Liz’s POV“I saw them.”My voice barely broke the quiet, but Arthur heard it. He was already watching me, concern etched into every line of his face. This wasn’t how I wanted to start this conversation. I didn’t want to say it aloud. I didn’t want to make it real. But I had to because I needed to understand why I felt his betrayal like fire in my chest. And the only person who could help me unravel that was Arthur.“They were together,” I whispered. “In his bed.”Arthur’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak. He waited, letting me say it in my own time, not rushing me. “I could feel it,” I added, the words tasting bitter in my mouth. “I didn’t just see it; I felt it, like the bond was tearing me apart from the inside.”His hand curled into a fist at his side. But I saw the tension in his jaw, the storm building behind his eyes. It was taking every bit of strength he had not to walk out and burn the pack to the ground.“I shouldn’t have felt anything,” I said, pacing now, my voice ris

Lumian’s POVThe first thing I felt was the pounding in my head. A slow, dull throb behind my eyes. Like someone had buried a drum inside my skull and decided to use it for target practice. My mouth was dry. My limbs were heavy.The bed was warm. Too warm.There was a body beside me, soft and curled close. Breathing slowly and steadily.For a moment, I didn’t move. I was too scared to.Some small part of me whispered that maybe it had all been a nightmare. That the last few weeks had only existed in some sick dream. That Liz was still here. Still mine.I turned toward the warmth. Reached out blindly. My fingers brushed over bare skin, a waist that felt familiar. My heart clenched.It felt like her. It felt like coming home.Relief hit me so hard I almost choked on it. I let out a shaky breath, moved closer, and buried my face in her neck.“Liz…” I whispered.Then the scent hit me. Too sweet. Powdery. Wrong. Not wild roses. Not her.My stomach twisted.I froze.And slowly, terri

Arthur’s POVI was halfway down the hall, heading back to her, when I felt the paper shift in my coat pocket.The divorce letter.Her handwriting. Her pain carved in ink. Her freedom folded between my fingers.I stopped in my tracks.I could go to her first. Tell her Robert gave us nothing. Watch her try to smile through the disappointment. But she’d still be tethered. Still hurting.And I couldn’t bear it. Not again. Not after what last night did to her.No. This had to be finished now.I turned on my heel and walked straight to Lumian’s office.I didn’t knock.The door swung open, hard, hitting the wall behind it. He was slumped at his desk, eyes sunken, the scent of whiskey thick in the air.He looked up, startled.He didn’t look good.I didn’t care.“I’m not in the mood for another one of your lectures,” Lumian muttered, reaching for the bottle beside him.“Good,” I said, pulling the folded papers from my coat pocket and placing them on the desk in front of him. “Then sign this an