All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After I Died : Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Liz’s POVI didn’t know what to say. So I just stood there staring at his back. My eyes dropped to the mess on the floor, to the broken glass, the papers scattered everywhere, and the chair cracked against the wall. Arthur never lost control. And knowing I was part of the reason he had…Guilt overtook me. He was right, I should have told him.“I’m sorry, Arthur,” I said. “I just…”The words got stuck in my throat.Because what could I say?That I was scared.That some broken part of me was still used to carrying things alone because, for so long, that was all I knew how to do.Arthur turned to look at me.His eyes were dark.“I can’t protect you if you don’t let me,” he said. “We’ve been here before, Liz. What do I have to do to prove to you I'm nothing like him?”His words wrapped around my heart, my chest becoming painfully tight. He ran a hand through his hair, looking away for a second as he tried to hold himself together before his eyes locked back onto mine.“The only thing in

Liz’s POVEveryone stared at me.No one moved.No one said anything.My hands shook at my sides, my eyes still locked on Carlos like touching him had left something inside me open. Like part of me was still there, still seeing it. Lumian standing in front of them. Angelica beside him. The things behind them that weren’t just wolves anymore.“I saw it,” I said, my voice coming out faster now. “When I touched Carlos, I saw them. There were so many of them. And Angelica was there with him.” Arthur moved closer to me, his hand resting on the small of my back. It should have calmed my racing heart, but it didn't. “We have to save them,” I said, looking around the room. “We have to go back for them.”Carlos let out a rough laugh, but there was no humour in it. Only pain. “They made their choice.”I looked at him, my chest tightening.He was angry.Of course, he was angry.They had knelt for Lumian. They had let him take the pack back. And they had turned on Carlos so easily after he had s

Arthur’s POVThe map in front of me had started to blur. I blinked hard, forcing my eyes to focus on the marks spread across it. Red for vampires. Black for wolves. Each one was placed where someone had vanished. A few weeks ago, there had been only red marks on it. But over the past few days, that had changed.My jaw tightened as I leaned over the desk, my hands pressed flat against the wood. There was no pattern.That was the thing that was driving me closer and closer to losing my mind.If there was a pattern, I could follow it. If there was a direction, I could move before they did. But this… this was like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands. One vampire taken from the north. Two wolves gone from the south. Another report from the east, then nothing for days until another mark appeared somewhere completely different.Random.But I knew it wasn’t.Lumian wasn’t smart enough for this. Not on his own. He was too emotional, too ruled by what he wanted. He wanted everything now,

Lumians POVThe screams filled the air.Vampires and Wolves begging for their pain to end and others locked behind the cell doors, waiting for their turn.Their cries bounced off the stone, mixing with the rattle of chains and the wet sound of bodies fighting against what they could not win.I stood in the middle of it all.Breathing it in.Blood.FEar.DEAth.POWER.The smell wrapped around me, making my mouth water, my fangs pressing against my lip. My hands curled at my sides as my wolf pushed forward, restless and hungry, not caring about the screams, only wanting more.Liz.Her name slipped through my mind.I closed my eyes, letting the sound of the screams fade behind the image of her face. The way she would look at me when she finally saw what I had built. The way her eyes would widen when she understood that I had not been hiding.I had been creating.For her.“Please, Alpha, please,” he began from the ground in front of me as his body twisted in pain. I looked down at him, a

Lizs povShed stopped crying, her pain had eased, but her heart would never be the same again. Sitting next to her bed watching how her body shook as she cried, but no sound escaped her lips, was harder than listening to her blood-curdling screams filled with pain.Alice stood by the door, her eyes glued on me, but I didn't look up. I couldn’t.Because if I looked at her, I knew I would see the same thing I was feeling.Helplessness.That horrible feeling of standing there with magic in your veins and power under your skin and still not being able to do anything that mattered.The girl had come here begging us to save him, and we hadn’t. We had sat her down, asked her questions, tried to understand what was happening, but none of that changed the fact that somewhere inside Blackthorn, Josh had taken his last breath.And she had felt every second of it.Her fingers curled weakly into the blanket, her face turned towards the window, but I didn’t think she was really seeing anything. He