After I Died, the Alpha Who Hated Me Finally Regretted It

Damian's hand fell from her chin, confusion flashing across his face. "You've changed," he muttered. Bella almost laughed. Changed? She was dying, piece by piece, and he still couldn't see it.

"Maybe I finally learned," she said softly, "that begging never worked." She walked past him, leaving only the scent of old books and quiet resolve. Behind her, Damian stood frozen—sensing, for the first time, that something was terribly wrong. Want me to continue further?