Alpha's Regret After My Death

Chapter 2

One of the things we’re taught about mates is that their bond continues forever, even after death. Until one of them rejects the other, they will be linked. It’s a bit like a legend, to be honest. One of those things people go back and forth on, debating whether or not it was true.

Well, I can say now, it was unfortunately true.

I didn’t get even a moment of rest after being shot by Alexander as a part of his revenge. As soon as my body hit the ground, and my heart stopped beating, my subconscious was sucked from my body, and I found myself floating in the air above my dead body, watching as blood leaked from the hole in my chest, drifting down the stream like red dye. It was a really weird thing, to be looking down at myself, and kind of overshadowed by the would-be panic from being dead.

I wanted to keep watching, especially because Alexander was moving towards my body now, grabbing it and dragging it out of the water. I wanted to see where he was taking my body, what he was going to do with it. I hoped nothing was weird, but it wasn't like he had treated me with any respect so far. But I guess I was meant to be somewhere else, because I was now floating over the trees, back towards the pack lands.

I couldn’t believe I’d just been killed. Left at the altar and shot dead, all in the same day. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, and it had quickly become not only the worst, but also my last.

But you know what they say; bad things always come in threes.

I’m guided to Ryker and I’s house, straight through the walls like I was made of air and down the hall to our bedroom. This must be where Ryker was. If we were still bound, it would make sense I would be guided by him. He didn’t even know I was dead yet. Would I be able to communicate with him to tell him so?

I know my heart doesn’t beat anymore, but I swear I feel it stop again as I enter our room and see Ryker standing there with Jezebel, my stepsister. They’re standing way too close to each other, not to mention, Jezebel is wearing one of my nightgowns, the one I’d shown her last week, in fact, telling her I was going to wear it on my wedding night. It was pearly white, short and with thin straps, leaving plenty of skin exposed. Definitely not something you should be wearing around your soon to be brother-in-law.

“Please, Ryker, don’t make me do this alone.” She pleads Ryker, reaching up to cup his cheek with her hand. I bristle, anger boiling in my veins at the sight.

He reaches out and puts his hand on her wrist, shaking his head. “This isn’t right, Jezebel. I’m supposed to be marrying your sister right now. I rushed over here because you said you were pregnant. Was that true?”

I think my jaw actually drops at this. She’s pregnant? With Ryker’s kid, I’m assuming, since she was asking him to not make her do this alone.

The betrayal I was feeling right now was like nothing I’d even known to exist. If she was pregnant, it meant this wasn’t the first time they’d been together like this. How many times? For how long?

“I really should call her back.” I hear him mutter, pushing her off a little to dig his phone out of his pocket. Oh, how nice of you, worried about me after dismissing my phone call earlier? I might still be alive if he’d taken me seriously. Why would I lie about someone trying to kill me? Did he really see me as such an attention w***e?

Jezebel sighs, and crosses her arms. “She’s fine, I’m sure she’s just doing it for attention, like always.”

“Oh screw you.” I snap at her, but it seems she can’t hear me, so it falls on deaf ears. Great. That means I won’t even be able to tell Ryker what had happened to me and who had done it.

“Remember that time she had a tummy ache and went to the emergency room?” She rolls her eyes, shaking her head and laughing bitterly.

“Seriously?” I yelled, because she knew exactly why I was in the emergency room, while Ryker still didn’t.

I had been pregnant myself.

I’d been having stomach cramps, horrible ones and bleeding. So I went to the hospital. Jezebel was the only one I brought with me, because I had still been keeping the pregnancy a secret from Ryker. I’d only told her because I needed someone to take me, I was in that much pain. The doctor had told me from the beginning to not tell too many people until I got past the first four months, because my womb was ill-fitted for life. I decided to keep it even from Ryker, just in case. This was our first child, and I didn’t want him to have to go through the pain of losing them if it came to that.

And now she was using his ignorance on the matter to make me look even worse.

“Yeah… I do remember.” He sighs, and I can see the light returning to Jezebel's eyes. She had him, and she knew it. He was eating into her words. She reaches up, placing her hands on his shoulders and staring lovingly up at him.

“Come on Ryker, this could be your chance. Every Alpha needs an heir, and I am already pregnant with yours. And I know you didn’t finish marrying my sister, so I can still take her place, and be your Luna.”

“God I hate you,” I mutter, glaring at the way she rubs her hands all over his chest. He closes his eyes, clearly enjoying it.

Damn her, damn him, and damn everything about this situation. I was lying dead somewhere, a bullet through my heart, while my supposed-to-be husband and sister got it on.

“I could make you happier than her.” I hear Jezebel whispering in his ear, and I see her hand grabbing at his crotch. I turn to leave at the sound of an approving grunt from Ryker, but am frustrated to find that I cannot.

I’m stuck. I'm assuming because I’m bound with Ryker, since we are still technically mates. "Dammit!” I cry, squeezing my eyes shut and covering my ears as I hear them crashing onto our bed together.

But I can’t completely block out the sounds of their bodies sliding together, their moans and grunts. Jezebel moaning his name, the bed slightly knocking against the wall.

It feels like hours, though I’m sure it’s only minutes, when they’re interrupted by Ryker’s phone ringing. Jezebel makes a dissatisfied noise as he stops to answer it, and I uncover my ears.

“Hello?” I hear Ryker saying into the phone, slightly out of breath. I look over my shoulder, and can still see him inside her, their bodies connected at their hips. I felt bile rising in my throat at the sight. “You found what? Her wedding dress?” I see him look down at Jezebel with worried eyes, but she just rolls her in response.

“Put it on speaker.” She hisses, and Ryker does so.

His Beta’s voice comes through the phone. "It was covered in blood and all torn up. She was nowhere to be found though. It also had another scent on it… a familiar one, but I can’t quite place it.”

“But you didn’t find her? So she’s probably not even hurt or anything,” Jezebel says dismissively, shrugging her shoulders. “She’s always pulling crap like this for attention, right babe?” I scoff and shake my head at her pet name for Ryker.

“I don’t know. Something feels off here. You might try getting a hold of her or something.”

“Yeah, okay.” Ryker says, and hangs up then. I can tell by the way he tosses his phone to the side, and returns his face in between Jezebel’s breasts. He’s still not worried about me.

He really and truly believes I had just been trying to get his attention.

And now I am dead because of it.