All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Yearning For Her Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Jackson's POVI woke up earlier today, and since then, I’ve buried myself in work, flipping through endless documents and reports that required my attention. A way to distract my mind.The scent of ink and parchment filled the air, but it did nothing to calm my restless mind. My thoughts were stuck, circling my outburst at the training arena.Her face. Her scent. Her touch.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, slamming the report in my hand onto the desk.I couldn’t stop seeing her in my mind—the way she looked at me with no fear, even when I was at my worst. Vulnerable. I groaned, dragging my hands through my hair. I hated myself for letting her see me like that. Weak. Exposed.Josh stirred in my mind. He had been quiet since the incident, but now his voice rose with annoyance."You can’t ignore this forever," he growled. "She’s your mate.”I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling, the weight of his words settling over me. “She’s also the reason I’ll lose control, Josh

Jackson's POVAs soon as she was gone, I collapsed into a chair, burying my face in my hands. Josh’s voice broke through the silence. “You’re an idiot.”“Shut up,” I muttered, but the truth of his words lingered. Because no matter how hard I tried to fight it, I knew one thing for certain.I was already hers.Having enough, I stood up and went out of the room. But my steps halted, I turned around and my gaze fell directly on the book she added back to the shelf.Something in me wanted to see what she read. I went closer to it, but instead of bringing out the book she took, I found myself bringing out the one beside it.My hands shivered as I pulled it out. The designs was still there, but they looked old and faded now. The book was wrapped in a fancy pink cover, colorful stickers were plastered all over it.But the words inside weigh heavier than how it looks. My fingers rubbed the sticker, and I found myself pondering about how the book came up.–––“Hey, babe,” I greeted as I stepp

Emily's POV“It's fine. Apology accepted.” I mumbled, trying to maintain my cool. “But I won't tolerate such an act from you next time.” I snapped. She raised her head, about to say something but her eyes looked down at my legs.My brows furrowed wondering if something was wrong.“Still doubting her?” a soft voice interrupted my thoughts behind us. I turned to see Lady Elena approaching us, her long silver hair flowing behind her and her calculating eyes locked on me like she was assessing every breath I took.Jackson appeared at her side moments later, his imposing frame making the narrow corridor feel even more cramped. His intense gaze flicked between Kiara, Lady Elena, and me, but he stayed quiet, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.I looked away before our eyes could meet, what was he doing here? I thought. The maids began to disperse and the guards, leaving only the four of us here.“Mummy!” Kiara called out longingly before going to cling to her side. I was surprised by th

Emily’s POVThe ride was quiet, the air thick with unspoken words. I sat behind Jack on his horse, my arms loosely wrapped around his waist. His broad back was straight, his posture as rigid as always. The rhythmic sound of the horse's hooves against the ground provided a strange kind of comfort. I rested my chin lightly on his shoulder, my gaze lingering on the back of his neck. His scent filled my nose, and I found myself in a deep comfort.My thoughts wandered to what I had pieced together so far—about Harper’s mother and the role she played in Jack’s immortality. The idea of someone willingly binding him to this endless existence both fascinated and horrified me. And I found myself wondering what kind of man he was before he became an immortal.Was he always this guarded? This distant? Or was it the centuries of loneliness and betrayal that shaped him into what he was now?I sighed softly, my breath ghosting against his neck. He didn’t turn or acknowledge it. His aloofness was

Emily’s POV “Thank you so much for helping,” I acknowledged, smiling at Gianna’s reflection in the mirror as she brushed my hair. She returned the smile, though her dark eyes never left my hair. “You’re welcome. But don’t mistake this for charity,” she said, her voice soft but unnerving. Our eyes met in the mirror, and I blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?” “You’ll pay for my help. Not with money, of course.” She smiled faintly, a small tilt of her head that made her look almost amused. “I’ll be taking the bead from your locket. The pearl inside is... powerful. If someone with an impure heart touches it, they go blind temporarily until they confess their crimes. And if they don’t...” She paused, her lips curling slightly. “Well, they lose their sight forever.” My mouth went dry, and I instinctively looked down at the locket resting against my chest. The thought of giving it away made my stomach twist, but I nodded. “O-Okay,” I stammered. She didn’t say anything, just