All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After I Died : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Liz’s POVI didn't sleep at all last night, my mind was a tangled mess filled with questions I so desperately needed answers for, but hopefully, today would bring some peace.As we reached Lumian’s office door, Arthur paused and looked back at me.I gave him a smile. Or at least, I tried to. It wobbled at the edges, held together by nothing but the sheer force of pretending. I prayed it would hide the sickness swirling in my gut, the nerves clawing at my insides like they wanted to tear their way out.I hadn’t slept. Not even for a moment. My thoughts had run in endless circles, chasing solutions I didn’t have. Every breath felt like it cost too much. Every second stretched like it might snap.Arthur smiled back, confident and steady. Like he could carry me through this if I couldn’t walk on my own.He didn’t knock.He just opened the door and walked in.I stood there for a second, taking a deep breath, and then followed.Lumian sat at his desk. The divorce papers still sat untouched

Arthur’s POVI didn’t know how to start.How do you walk into a home filled with grief and hand a family the truth that might shatter everything they believed about the daughter they’d just lost?You don’t.You walk in, and you brace yourself and pray that they will understand.Carlos opened the door.His body stiffened the second he saw me. He dropped his gaze instantly, bowing low out of habit and obligation. “Alpha King.”He thought I was here for him. Thought I’d come to punish him for what he’d done to Robert.“May I come in?” I asked.He stepped aside quickly, without a word.I walked through the house, the silence pressing in thick. I didn't tell Liz that I was coming here, I didn't even know if she would have wanted to come, but I knew that I needed to protect her here if this went wrong. I couldn't even bear to think of what it would do to her.She’d been hurt enough.If they refused, if they told me no, I didn’t want her to see that. Not again.Carlos led me into the sittin

Liz’s POVI hadn’t moved from Arthur’s bed since I’d slipped beneath the covers.Time didn’t seem to exist in this place anymore. Minutes bled into hours. The light from the window shifted along the floor, but I didn’t track it. Didn’t follow it.I couldn’t.I didn’t feel angry. Or sad. Or anything I could name. Just… empty. A hollow ache in my chest that throbbed without sound.Then I felt it—Arthur.His presence was a pulse in the air. Not heavy, not loud, but steady. Like he was made of something more than flesh and bone.He stepped into the room quietly.I didn’t turn. Didn’t speak.But he came anyway.The bed dipped gently behind me as he sat, his warmth seeping through the blankets even if I couldn’t feel it properly. He didn’t ask me how I was. Maybe he didn’t need to.“I went to your family,” he said softly.My breath caught.“They saw the letter. They know the truth now.”I closed my eyes. For a second, it felt like hope flickered inside me—but I didn’t dare reach for it.“C

Arthur’s POVThe room reeked of blood and ego.I stood between the two of them—one panting with rage, the other bleeding pride from his mouth. Lumian clutched his ribs. Carlos stood seething, his fists clenched at his sides, blood dripping from his lip.And I? I was done being patient.“I warned you both,” I said, voice low and final. “You want to fight? Fine. But not like this. Not in the same room where we speak her name.”The words landed like a blow. The silence was instant.I turned to Carlos first. “This isn’t how we honour her.”Carlos didn’t speak, didn’t move—but I could see it in the tightness of his jaw. He knew I was right.Then I turned to Lumian.“You ignored her cries for help,” I said coldly. “And now you are ignoring her final wish.”Lumian’s shoulders tensed. His gaze dropped to the floor, then shifted to the letter I now held in my hand.“She was our daughter,” a voice said from behind me. I turned.Liz’s father had stepped forward, his expression carved from grief

Arthur’s POVI left the room, fighting to contain my excitement. I wanted to run to Liz and tell her that he had signed. Tell her that she was finally going to be free. But I couldn’t. Not yet. First, I had to finish this.Carlos and Liz’s parents were waiting outside. Their eyes locked on mine the second I stepped out.“Gather the pack. The public rejection needs to happen right away.” I ordered Carlos.Carlos didn’t hesitate. “Of course,” he said, already turning on his heel and disappearing down the hall.I didn’t wait another second.My pace quickened as I made my way through the packhouse. The walls felt closer than usual, like they, too, were holding their breath.When I reached my room, I opened the door quickly, almost afraid she’d somehow be gone.She wasn’t.She was still lying in the same spot I’d left her, curled on top of the blankets, her eyes distant.“Liz,” I said, my voice soft but full.She looked over immediately, and the second our eyes met, I saw it, the question