All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After I Died : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Arthur’s POVI never should’ve come back.And yet, here I was—on the edge of Blackthorn Pack territory—staring out at the place where my life had nearly ended… and unknowingly begun again.It had been almost a year since Liz saved me.I was barely alive when she found me. I had collapsed near the border of her pack, my body broken and bloodied, my memory gone. The side of my face had been mangled, a deep blue scar stretching from my temple to my jaw. I was unrecognisable. Scary, even.But she didn’t run. She didn’t flinch.She helped me.She brought me into her world, gave me a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in, and a name to go by when I couldn’t remember my own.Victor.That’s who I was for nearly a year. A stranger in her pack. An outsider with a scarred face and no past. Most of the pack avoided me—they whispered behind my back, some even sneered when I passed—but Liz never treated me like I was less.She gave me purpose.She gave me a job, working as her assistant. Days turned

Liz’s POVI returned to the woods—the place where the truth had started to unravel. But when I arrived, the space was empty.Lumian was gone. So was Robert.Only Carlos remained.My heart sank.They had believed them. My parents’ lie had been enough to stop Lumian from digging further. Maybe he’d convinced himself it was easier that way. Maybe part of him wanted to believe I was okay—wanted to believe I’d simply run off instead of accepting the truth that I was gone.But I hadn’t run. I had died.And no one—not even the man I once loved, not even the parents who raised me—seemed to care enough to keep searching. That was the part that cut deepest. Not the blade. Not the betrayal. But the silence afterwards. The way the world kept turning, like I’d never been part of it at all.The weight of it pressed into my chest like a thousand stones. I didn’t even know where my body was. Just blood in the forest. Just a ghost hovering at the edge of the world, forgotten.I wrapped my arms aro

Arthur’s POVFrom the moment we crossed into Blackthorn Pack territory, I knew something was wrong.It wasn’t the usual tension that accompanied a royal visit—this was different. Heavier. The air clung to my skin like mist before a storm. Guards lined the perimeter with forced discipline, their stances too rigid, their eyes too watchful. Patrols were doubled, movements tight and rehearsed. Whatever was happening here, it was internal. A rot growing from within.Finn noticed it, too. “There’s been trouble here,” he muttered under his breath.I gave a curt nod. “And it’s not about us.”A few minutes later, Lumian appeared at the gate with his Beta, Robert, close behind. Both were dressed perfectly, the image of polished authority, but I saw past it. Lumian’s eyes were tired. Too tired. He was hiding something.“Alpha King,” he said with a forced bow. “Welcome to Blackthorn. I trust your journey was smooth?”“Where is your Luna?” I asked, skipping all pleasantries.His expression flickere

Liz’s POVI stood in the corner of Lumian’s office, silent as ever. Unseen. Unheard. And yet… not untouched.Everything Arthur said cut through me like lightning, splitting the sky. His fury wasn’t performative—it was personal. Real. Every word held weight. Every breath was sharp with the kind of anger that only came from deep loyalty… or love.He had come back. Not as the quiet man I once called Victor. Not as the stranger I took in and trusted. He had come back as a king.And even now, even standing in front of Lumian with fury rolling off him like thunder, he was still the man I remembered.He hadn’t forgotten me.My chest ached, something inside me trembling with an emotion I didn’t quite know what to do with.I didn’t speak. No one could hear me anyway.“You didn’t search for her. You didn’t fight for her. You let your mate vanish,” Arthur growled at Lumian.I flinched—not from fear, but because hearing someone finally say what I’d been craving was like cracking open a wound

Liz’s POVCould he really see me?The way Arthur looked at me—so intently, like I was the only one in the room—left my heart hanging in the balance between hope and heartbreak. My fingers trembled at my sides, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his.I wanted to scream. To cry. To fall to my knees and beg him to say it out loud.But then…He looked away.Arthur turned from me like the moment had never happened. Like he hadn’t just stared through every barrier between life and death. Like I was nothing but a flicker in his peripheral vision.My chest ached.No. No, not yet. Don’t go cold on me now.“I’d like some tea,” Arthur said smoothly, turning back to Lumian as if nothing had happened.The shift in tone was jarring. For a second, I wondered if I’d imagined it all—his stare, his tension, that quiet thread connecting us.Lumian jumped to obey, snapping his fingers toward the door. “Right away. I’ll have the servants bring some in.”I stood there frozen, still watching Arthur.He