A Love Reawakened The Alpha’s Regret by Alphabetical B

Chapter 75

Darius‘ POV

I knew the Resistance group was a problem in the pack but it never occurred to me how much of a problemn they could be. I never underestimated how dangerous they could get but I didn’t realize how desperate they could be to actually rather take their own lives than reveal their secrets.

Azalea mentioned that they could be more of a cult than a group. Scenarios like that happen when the members have sworn allegiance to their leaders and would rather die than reveal the cult’s secret.

I’d interrogated a lot of people and I’d seen a lot of things like that. It didn’t faze me when it happened. It didn’t scare Azalea either but it scared the other members of the pack. Rumors spread quickly around and everyone assumed I was the killer. They said I interrogated him so much, that I killed him in the process.

I could’ve smirked at their lies but my heart was too busy riding the stride of betrayal to give their talks a second thought. What I learned about Angela ate at me. I found it hard to believe that she could actually know something like that and still keep it away from me.

It’s been two days since the incident happened and I’ve tried my possible best to avoid her. It wasn’t easy. Heck, it was f*cking hard but I had to do it.

Every time I tried to sneak into the house at night, I wanted to also sneak into her bed but I couldn’t. It was easier on her side since she insisted that I only talk to her when I was ready to open up about my wolf.

“Do you really have to do this?” Azalea asked again for the umpteenth time. We would be attending the funeral of Peter and Azalea thought it was a bad idea.

“Staying away would mean I actually killed him when I didn’t and moreover, our investigations still continue,”

The car stopped in front of the house and we both got down. The funeral had already taken place in the morning. All that we attended was the second service put together for him by his family in his remembrance.

We walked in and they all went silent. I could feel the scorn and hatred through their looks. If they had it within their capacity, they could throw daggers at me or stab me to death.

I took a seat at the far back even though they’d begun whispering about whatever their problems could be. The only person who smiled at me from her seat was Angela’s mother. Somehow, she always managed to make me feel at home and peace.

She had that superpower just like her daughter and her granddaughter.

A video came up with different slides of how Peter spent his life. A lot of them were bawling their eyes out but I didn’t even blink. I stayed stiff as always, not showing any emotions because I didn’t actually feel any emotions.

After the video stopped, his father, the elder, gave a speech. A really moving speech and ended it by saying he wouldn’t rest until he found his son’s killer.

there to talk to the father and I wanted him to be free before talking to him. Once I

to him.

sorry for your loss. My family and the entire

first few seconds, he eyed my hand before reluctantly taking

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you about Peter, I added. “Is there somewhere private

to say Alpha, please say it while my family

to see three to five other people now standing behind

“If you insist,”

“I do,”

still have to.

the man to talk.

mistaken, Alpha Darius. Peter had a mental illness before he died. That must have been why he said something like

I assumed was his

himself, I’m afraid,”

son? Did you kill him?” The

claims for murders I didn’t commit.

pardon,”

believe I should say it out here.”

ahead. He urged me..

perhaps. I’m sure an autopsy can prove what kind of poison it

woman began wailing and the father looked at me with disdain.

lie, Alpha Darius. While interrogating him, he suddenly slumped

described it the way it happened. My second in command will give you the CCTV video from that day if you request for it. Just know this, I didn’t kill your

I would’ve loved to.

the video,”

Azalea. “He’ll get to it. For now, we need to search through your son’s room and the

man’s eyes snapped at me as if it was

to