All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Yearning For Her Love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Emily's POV “Does anyone miss the flower Queen?” I quipped with a smile as I approached them. Zaza turned around with a sly smile. “Absolutely.” He winked as he approached me, “Especially her endless lectures on how roses are divas and every other flower is just 'supporting cast.' I'm sure the daisies are still in therapy.” As always, he commented and never disappointing in his sarcasm. I laughed slightly, bumping fist with him and exchanged a curtly nod with Mason. “Hi.” I greeted him with a wave. “You must be all fit now for the King to initiate this training,” Zaza replied. “Well… yeah. I'm all strong now. But you need to train me with care. I'm just a little lady,” I pouted with puppy eyes. “Nah. That won't be working here.” “Huh? Mason, is that true?” I tried to divert my approach to him. From his expression, he was looking surprised at Zaza and I’s exchange of words. He scratched the back of his head, “Y-Yeah. Sure.” “You're putting him in a tight situation, flower Quee

Emily's POV“Hi.” He greeted me, seated on the bed. I sighed softly and stepped in, crossing my arms.“Hi.” I responded nonchalantly. He wasn't looking at me. He stood up after, inserted his hands into his front pocket. This act makes me know that he was uncomfortable, or maybe nervous.Either of the two, that's a joke. I scoffed at my thought, still staring at him to tell me why he was here.“T-There’s… uhmm….” He looked away, “.... an u-urgent matter going on in the pack house. Rogue-border issue to be precise. Some group got injured after a minor rogue skirmish. Keal and Madison are taking care of them already but I want you to be there.” He paused briefly.“I need you to…” He falters, his usual commanding tone softening.“You want me to see something? Is that it?” I cut him off. “Yeah. They need your help to purify their souls from turning into rogues.” He declared peacefully and I clenched my fist.It wasn't a request, it was a command.“So I’m convenient?” he whipped his head t

Emily's POV“Hi!” Zaza appeared before me from a distance, while I was still walking at a fast pace towards the dining room.He noticed my expression was not for any jokes, he jog-walked closer to me.“A-Are you okay?” He asked, as if choosing his words carefully.“Is Jack in the dining room?” I inquired, catching my breath.He pouted, “Aww, the Queen misses her King….”“I'm serious!” I interrupted loudly. He looked shocked, I shut my eyes and massaged my temple.“That came out wrong, sorry. But I need to see him urgently.” I pleaded with my gaze. It's past the lunch period, but I hoped that he must have waited for me to show up.“Well, he left with Mason not quite long. But he should be back soon.” He informed me and I nearly gripped my hair in annoyance. I nodded in understanding without showing my disappointment before I went to my room.“Ugh!” I kicked the air, fuming inwardly. I slumped on the bed and shut my eyes. He better get back here on time, that's all I could pray for at t

Madison’s POV“You’ve been quiet, Madison. Too quiet,” Kiara’s voice cut through the stillness of my room. I looked up from where I sat, massaging my temples. It was late, and her presence irritated me more than usual. “Why are you here, Lady Kiara?” I asked, unable to hide the exhaustion in my tone. The little respect I've for her was because she's the King's mistress.She didn’t answer immediately, stepping further into the room with her arms crossed. Her presence was overbearing, her eyes sharp and scrutinizing.“You know exactly why I’m here,” she finally said, her tone sharp. “She’s becoming a problem. No, you’re becoming a problem.” I raised an eyebrow, Her accusation made me frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She stepped closer, her midnight-black hair framing her sharp features. “You’ve been too silent, too passive,” she hissed. “People are starting to talk. They’re saying she seems to be the rightful Queen. And that’s happening because you're warming up to her. That yo

Jackson's POV My senses spiraled into chaos, recalling the nightmarish memory of how I had lost control and killed her. Her lifeless face flashed in my mind like a cruel reminder, and Mason's words from earlier ran loud and clear. Am I becoming what the curse wanted me to be? The thought clawed at me. The prophecy wasn't about betrayal, was it? No, it was worse—it was about destruction. My own. Hers. I was destined to hurt her, to push her so far that she would have no choice but to end my pathetic immortal existence. My chest ached with the weight of it all. If I couldn't control myself, she would pay the price again. The fear of history repeating itself gripped me, consuming every rational thought. She will die again because of me. I backed away, trembling, as Emily walked toward me. Her steps were slow but purposeful, her steady gaze cutting through the chaos around us. Blood coated my hands and the ground beneath me, the bodies around us telling the story of my descent. Yet she