All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After I Died : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Liz’s POVWe hadn't moved in hours. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a pale gold sheen across the floorboards.We sat together, side by side, a quiet mountain of papers between us files, records, photos, names.All of them suspects.All of them, not him.Arthur passed me another folder. I flipped it open, my breath already catching in my throat before I even looked.Please let it be here.Please let this be the one.But every photo I saw, every face that stared back at me, was wrong.Not those eyes that hadn’t left me since I’d seen them in that flash of memory. Pale blue, Icy and Empty. Like glass sharpened to a killing edge. The kind of eyes you didn’t forget.But none of these people had them.None of them were him.I closed the file with more force than necessary. “It’s not here.”Arthur looked up at me. “We still have more.”“I’ve looked at a hundred faces,” I said, standing. “And not one of them is him.”He didn’t respond. He just watched me, calm and quiet, letting

Lumian’s POVI hadn’t slept.Again.I was beginning to lose count of how many nights I’d just laid there, staring blankly at the ceiling, begging for the silence to stop screaming in my head.Sleep had turned against me. It didn’t offer peace anymore, only punishment.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.Liz.Begging me.Pleading with me to see her, to listen, to help her.And every time, I walked away. Cold, Blind and Distant.Just like I had in life.But sometimes gods, sometimes it was worse.Sometimes, in the dream, it was me holding the knife.Me.Not some faceless attacker. Not some monster in the dark.It was my hand driving the blade into her chest.And she never screamed.She just looked up at me with those eyes, those same sad, glassy eyes and whispered, “Why, Lumian? I love you… Why would you do this?”I’d wake up gasping, soaked in sweat, my throat raw like I’d been the one screaming.And the worst part?Even when I was awake, the guilt didn’t stop.Because whether I h

Judy’s POVThe drive had been long, winding through forgotten roads and thick forests that swallowed sound. I didn’t stop once. I couldn’t afford to. Not with everything crashing around me. Not with Arthur digging, clawing, breathing down my neck.When I arrived at the Blood Rose Pack, I didn’t bother asking permission. I’d been here enough. I knew how to slip in without a trace.I found Gabe exactly where I knew he’d be, tucked away in one of the back buildings the pack reserved for low-level enforcers. The kind of place no one cared enough to check twice.He opened the door with wide eyes, like he hadn’t expected me to actually come.“Judy?” he blinked. “What are you—?”I pushed past him, already shaking. “We need to talk. Now.”He shut the door behind me, confused, slow. “What’s going on?”“You need to run,” I hissed, spinning to face him. “You need to pack your things and get the hell out of here. Tonight.”Gabe’s brows knit together. “Why?”“Because Arthur is looking,” I snapped

Arthur’s POVGabe’s blood smeared the earth, his eyes still open, his lips stained red. To anyone watching, he was dead. Fast and violent. Just as the guilty deserved.“No one is to touch the body,” I said flatly. “Not a single hand laid on him but mine. Do you understand?”The alpha nodded quickly. “Yes, of course.”My phone buzzed in my pocket. I stood, glancing around at the still-chaotic courtyard before turning my back on the crowd and answering.“Arthur,” Carlos’s voice came through, quiet and urgent. “It worked.”“Good,” I said, my voice low.“What do you want me to do now?”“I need you here. Right away. And you'll wait for my call.”“Of course.”I hung up and slipped the phone back into my coat. My hands moved quickly, gathering Gabe’s slack, blood-soaked form into my arms. He was heavier than expected, dead weight in every sense of the word.I turned without a word and walked away from the crowd. No one dared follow but Liz. She trailed a few steps behind me, eyes fixed not o

Judy’s POVI froze.He was sitting in my chair.Arthur.Legs crossed, eyes like sharpened steel, as if he’d been waiting for me his whole life.I blinked, heart stuttering. “What… what are you doing in here?”He didn’t answer at first. Just leaned back, hands steepled in front of him like this was a conversation he’d rehearsed a hundred times.A chill ran down my spine.“I should scream,” I said, forcing steel into my voice. “You’re in my room uninvited. That’s a crime.”He smiled, but it wasn’t kind. “Go ahead. Let’s see who comes running for you.”“You should be more careful, Judy,” Arthur went on, standing now, slow and measured. “Sloppy ends tend to unravel the whole plan.”My stomach tightened.He knew something.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said smoothly, even as my pulse pounded in my ears. “If this is about Liz again—”He stepped closer. “It’s always about Liz.”There was something dangerous in his voice. Not loud, not angry. Worse. Cold and Controlled.I squar