Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Regret After I Died : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Arthur’s POVThe second she spoke the words, “I accept your rejection, Alpha Lumian,” I felt it.It wasn't immediate.It wasn’t loud.It was silent, like the world inhaled sharply and never exhaled.And then it slammed into me.The bond.It was like nothing I had ever felt before. Nothing like what I’d heard others describe. This wasn’t gentle or warm. It was primal. Savage. A tether snapping into place between two souls that had waited too long.My knees almost gave out. My breath hitched, and for one terrifying second, I wasn’t in control of my body anymore. My wolf roared inside me, pushing against my skin like he was trying to tear his way out.Mate.He said it over and over again, a pulse through my blood, a demand in my bones.Mate. Mate. Mate.Liz's body trembling, but her eyes, those beautiful eyes, were locked on mine.She felt it too. I saw the moment it hit her. The way her breath caught. The way her hands trembled. My wolf lost control for a moment.He pushed forward, ha

Judy’s POVHe meant nothing by it.That night. Those touches. That kiss.He said it meant nothing.I sat in my room, still and silent, though the war inside me screamed. My nails dug into my palms. My legs bounced without permission. Rage pulsed through my veins like wildfire, as his words and the look in his eyes ran through my head on repeat.How dare he?How dare he pretend that I was some mistake? Some moment of weakness?I had waited for him. Loved him. Believed in him. Even when he was too blind to see what was right in front of him. Liz was never meant for him. I was. I always was.She ruined it. She always ruined everything.I stood abruptly, pacing the room. My fingers caught on the edge of the desk where a photo still sat. A framed picture of Lumian and me from years ago, before her. Before the mate bond. Before everything went wrong.I remembered the last time I saw Lumian’s father.“Your bond with my son isn’t fated,” he said, his voice cold. “And I won’t allow him to thr

Judy’s POV He was going to ruin everything. Robert. My brother. My mistake. I had told myself he could handle it, that even if Arthur pushed, he’d hold the line.But now, I wasn’t so sure.Robert had always taken blood bonds too seriously. Honour. Loyalty. Promises made under moonlight. He was raised with all that nonsense. Trained to believe that protecting the pack, protecting me, meant everything. And for a long time, it had.But Arthur wasn’t just any Alpha.He was the Alpha King.And I could feel it in my bones—deep, cold, certain. Robert was going to talk. Maybe not today, maybe not in full. But soon. Soon, that leash of guilt would snap, and everything I’d built would crumble with it.Robert didn’t even know what really happened. Not everything. But he knew enough to ruin me. Enough to turn Arthur’s attention fully on me.And Arthur… He was obsessed now. With Liz. With the truth.He would tear the walls down brick by brick if it meant finding it.If he’d never come here, ne

Liz’s POVSeeing Robert like that shouldn’t have meant anything.I should’ve felt cold. Distant. Righteous, even.He failed me. He lied for her.But watching him on his knees, sobbing, broken, ruined by guilt, I felt something I didn’t want to feel.Pity.Not because he deserved it. But because I knew what it was like to be played. To be used.And that’s all he was.A pawn.He was just a man buried under guilt, choking on regret, desperate for redemption that would never come.And still, some part of me ached for him.I hated that.I hated that even now, even dead, I could still care.I could feel Arthur watching me.He hadn’t said a word since the guards took Robert away. But I could feel him steady, present, always aware of me in a way no one else could be.But I didn’t look at him.I couldn’t.My eyes were locked on my body.There was something unnatural about it. Like I was standing at the edge of a cliff and staring down at a version of myself that never got the chance to climb

Arthur’s POVLiz was asleep in the bed, or as close to sleep as someone like her could get.She lay curled beneath the sheets, her ghostly form flickering faintly in the soft light of the lamp. Peaceful. Still. As if death hadn’t stolen the colour from her skin or the warmth from her bones. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was alive, dreaming like anyone else.But I knew.Goddess, I knew.I sat at the desk, elbow propped, head bowed over a book filled with faded ink and half-translated spells. Ancient magic. Lost magic. Dangerous magic. I flipped through page after page, hoping for something, anything, that might explain what had tethered her here, what my blood had done to her, allowing her to be able to touch.I’d always believed the Moon Goddess had passed me by when it came to finding my fated mate. That I’d been overlooked. Or punished. I’d made peace with it. Until Liz.Until I felt that bond rip through me.It hadn’t come gently. It hadn’t whispered or eased its way into