Alpha's Regret After My Death

Chapter 4

I laughed bitterly at the look on Ryker’s face as he finally began to realize his mistake. That’s right, I’m laying dead somewhere while you’ve been here, screwing my sister and talking s**t about me.

He pulls on a shirt quickly, grabs his phone, and excuses himself from his room. I don’t have a choice, as we’re still bound, I’m pulled with him, down the hall and to his office. He slams the door, and I breeze through the wood like it was made of air.

He plops at his desk with a groan, leaning forward and burying his fingers in his hair, staying like that for what seems like a really long time. I watch him, wondering what his next move will be.

Finally, he looks up, grabs his phone, and dials. “Woody? Hey, it’s Ryker. Look, I need to cash in that favor you owe me.”

Woody? That name sounded kind of familiar. I think it was the police captain. Rykher had helped him clear some rogues that were getting dangerously close to a school for young wolves, and in turn, Woody had said he owed him a favor.

My suspicions were confirmed as Ryker asked, “Something went down over here. I need to borrow a forensic specialist.” I can’t hear what’s being said, but can see Ryker listening. “Yeah, I’ll text you the details. Thanks, man.” He hangs up, and starts texting then. About time you took this seriously, you unfaithful piece of wolf s**t.

In a weird, sick way, I can’t wait to see his face when they tell him the blood on that dress belonged to me.

Six hours later, Ryker was back in his office, this time, with Woody, my dad and stepmom, and yay, Jezebel. My dad and stepmom were sitting in chairs on one side of the desk, while Ryker was sitting in his chair, Jezebel to his left, her hand on his shoulder, and Woody to his right.

I was in the corner, watching them all with a sour look on my face. This whole experience was just making me more and more bitter. They hadn’t even gotten any results back yet, but Jezebel was already going on about what an attention w***e I was, and how all this was being blown way out of proportion.

Finally, Woody’s phone rang. He answered, listened, said thank you and hung up.

“Well. It’s her blood.” He nods grimly, looking down at my parents. “And she was definitely shot, and there’s another set of DNA on the dress, as well. Belongs to a… Alexander Faller. Ring any bells?” He looks to Ryker then, whose face has gone ghostly white.

Ryker swallows thickly, nodding slowly. “Yeah… yeah he was a pack member we exiled. She was… shot?”

Jezebel seems to notice Ryker’s growing concern, and quickly steers the conversation back to how much I suck.

“Oh come on. Doesn’t anyone find this weird? No body, but a blood and DNA covered dress? This is all way too easy.” She scoffs, rolls her eyes. My dad and stepmom focused on her words, looking like they were clinging to them. You all just want a way to make this my fault so badly, don’t you? “I mean, she could have just put her blood on the dress, shot the thing, then ditched it. Like it would be hard.”

Another flippant eye roll. God, I wanted to shove my finger in her eye sockets every time I saw them roll back. Her disdain for me was so confusing, I couldn’t even think about it without getting a headache.

“Why would she do all that?” Ryker asks, looking up at Jezebel somewhat incredulously. At least he was finally starting to see the cracks in what she was saying.

“Well.” Jezebel pauses, then I see her evil little eyes light up, “She obviously ran away with this Alexander person.”

“Oh my god.” I groan, shaking my head. Seriously? That’s what we’re going with now.

“That would make sense.” My dad agreed, “I know my daughter. She is extremely attention seeking. I just can’t believe she caused such a mess this time.”

“Seriously?!” I yell at my dad, who is slowly nodding, like what Jezebel was saying actually made any f*****g sense. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?!” I scream at him, even though I know he can’t hear me. How can he really be buying into this? Is he though? Or is he just so eager to get rid of me, he’s jumping to grab at any chance to banish me from his family and life?

“I mean… technically without a body, there’s not a crime yet…” Woody mutters, looking away uncomfortably.

“And no one found her phone, or any of her stuff.” Jezebel shrugs. “I’m sure she’s off somewhere with that Alexander guy right now, laughing at how she pulled one over on us.”

“And to think, we were worried about her. What a disgrace.” My stepmother scoffs,“I had to leave in the middle of my nail appointment…”She mutters, holding her hand out and examining her half finished nails.

I think my mouth actually falls open as I bear witness to the words my family has to say about me after finding my wedding dress covered in my blood. They really didn’t care. They were so ready and eager to paint me as the villain. It’s like it was the only option for them, they couldn’t even spare a second to consider something may have really happened to me.

I look to Ryker, who’s staring down at his desk, not saying a word to defend me. I can tell he knows, he knows something is wrong. But he still just sits there. It makes rage bubble in my gut, makes irritation flood through every vein in my body.

I couldn’t breathe. Tears streamed down my cheeks like rain.

“I, Lucia Allard, reject Alpha Ryker as my mate.” I choke on my words, tears blurring my vision as I see Ryker slowly looking to where I stand, his eyes meeting mine perfectly, like he could see me for the first time.

“Lucia, is that you?”For the first time, I saw fear in his eyes.

I didn't answer. My heart broke at the feeling of our bond being broken, the thread being ripped apart violently. Accordingly, he falls from his chair, to his knees, clutching his chest. I guess I wouldn’t get to see his reaction to finding out I was dead for real, because I could feel I was about to move on from this world.

Everyone else’s words of worry fade to the background as I look down at him, tears flowing freely down my face now.

“Goodbye.” I mutter as I feel myself fading.

A look of pure panic and terror is the last thing I see as I slip into blackness, my only tie to this world having been cut.