Deadly Betrayal: The Alpha’s Regret After My Death

I woke up with a start, blinking my eye open as I tried to recognize my immediate surroundings. But it was strange to see that I was no longer confined to the hospital.

Instead, I was in my home, the one I had shared with Terry, and I was lying down on the sofa. I slowly sat up, trying to make out what was happening, but I heard laughter beside me, and I was almost jumping out of my scream.

I turned to the sound of the laughter, and there was my mate, sitting on the sofa, his eyes glued to his phone screen and mindlessly scrolling through it, a large smile on his face.

And for a moment I was watching him, stunned by his beauty. He was the alpha of the silver fang pack and had caught the eyes of a lot of females.

He still had his boyish features—the sharp jawline that had threatened to cut me into two—indeed he had been sculpted by the goddess himself.

He was perfect throughout, even down to his prowess in bed, and I had been the lucky one to experience all this.

His screen lit up even as the ping went off his phone, and his smile widened as he read through it, and a flash of jealousy went through me, searing hot as burning with each passing second.

I should be the only one making him smile like this.

“Terry?” I called out to him, standing up to meet him, but he was still glued to his screen, and my scowl only deepened. I was very sure the man I married wasn’t deaf, and I called him again, this time walking to tap him on his shoulders. “Terry?”

But the strangest thing happened. My hands passed through his body like it was air, and I froze, my mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

I tried again, and my hands slipped through his body, sending a chill down my spine and panic setting in. “Terry!” I screamed out, my voice hoarse with fear. “It is me; can you hear me?” But the words bounced right off him, and he remained glued to his phone.

And I was still, for a moment, trying to fathom everything. The last thing I remembered was giving up the ghost on the hospital bed, and if I was still somehow alive now, it means I was a ghost.

Ghost?

The thoughts bothered me even thinking of it, but I heard a knock on the door, and I rushed to open the door, forgetting my new status; however, the door pushed open before I got to it, and a lady entered inside.

Katherine!

I spat out her name like poison in my mouth. She was dressed in a long black dress that covered her frame, and she had wrapped a headscarf around her as if she were mourning, but I knew better.

Her eyes flitted across the room, eyeing it in distaste, and a scowl was on her face as if it had been plastered in. I could tell she was mocking me.

My mate's eyes lit up as he saw her, and he stood up, running towards her like a pathetic child, and he enveloped her in a warm hug that had my chest burning.

He pressed her into himself, her ample bosom crushing her, and I could only look on in oblivion.

I wish I wasn’t around to see such things.

“Baby.” Katherine whined, her voice reminding me of the sound baby chickens make. “Why are you still with her?”

“She is just too adamant in love, but don’t stress your pretty head; I will soon reject her, and we will finally get to be together.” Terry reassured her, gently stroking her head, and Katherine nodded her head, hanging on to his every word.

I wished that was all they had done, but they leaned closer, their lips reaching out and connecting with each other, and they kissed like young, passionate lovers.

And I looked up, tears falling out of my reddened eyes.

It was ironic that they were kissing beneath our wedding photos, and Teddy and I were even kissing in that picture, looking like happy couples.

It was even funny that my mate had deemed it fit to celebrate the birthday of his mistress on the day of my supposed death.

Ironic right?