Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Regret: Yearning For Her Love: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Emily’s POVI groaned as the sound of chirping birds yanked me out of sleep. My muscles ached, my back was stiff, and the scratchy blanket felt heavier than usual. The chill of the morning air seeped through the tent, and for a moment, I debated just pulling the blanket over my head.But the dream...I blinked my eyes open, staring at the tent’s fabric ceiling. Why was I dreaming about my resurrection? It had felt so real, like I was reliving that moment. I could still hear the voices, feel the weight of everything that day had meant.Events of the last few years flooded my mind, I found myself empathizing with myself for all the years of heartbreak I've endured. All because I wanted him to accept me as his mate.I shook my head, trying not to dwell deeper. I might have had the dream out of exhaustion, playing tricks on my mind. Pushing the thoughts aside, I sat up, stretching my arms. My back ached from sleeping on the makeshift bedroll Jack had insisted we use during this journey.

Kiara’s POVThe Next Morning.The paintbrush glided across the canvas in my hand, a streak of deep crimson smearing like fresh blood. My lips curled into a bitter smile as I traced the outline of Emily’s figure, every inch of her covered in what looked like dripping blood.“Perfect,” I muttered to myself, the satisfaction short-lived as anger clawed its way back into my chest.I clenched my jaw, thinking about yesterday. I had asked her nicely—nicely, for the first time in forever. All I did was ask if she was fine. A simple, kind gesture. And what did she do? She just nodded. Nodded! Like I didn’t deserve an answer.My grip on the brush tightened until my knuckles turned white.“That b!tch,” I spat under my breath. “All high and mighty now, isn’t she?”I sat back, glaring at the image of her I had painted, rage bubbling inside me like poison. Emily. Everything went downhill the moment she came into the picture. The pack no longer cared about me, Kiara. Me, who had always been by

Emily's POVI lay on the bed, staring blankly at the wooden ceiling above me, Kiara’s harsh words still ringing faintly in my ears.“Fuck off.”But oddly enough, I didn’t take her words to heart. I was used to her bitterness by now. I could handle her hatred; it wasn’t what bothered me. What I couldn’t ignore was Jackson.His behavior had been eating away at me all day. The flashes of anger, the blood… and the way his vampire side clawed at the surface, barely restrained. I had seen him gritting his teeth as if he were fighting himself, as if being near me was both his salvation and his curse.I turned to the side, burying my face in the pillow with a frustrated sigh. Exhaustion tugged at me, but my mind was relentless. Eventually, though, the weight of my thoughts lulled me into a restless sleep.I turned my head, but found myself in a darkened hall lit only by streaks of moonlight breaking through shattered windows. I jerked up immediately, I wasn't laying on the bed but on the floo

Emily’s POVHis faint scent lingered in the cool night air as I ran, my legs trembling with each step. My mind was a storm of emotions and realizations. The vision at the dining room, Maddy's strange illustration of love and destruction using candy and diabetes, the cryptic words from the pack's archive, the prophecy that whispered I'll be the end of his life. And the reason behind the throne rejection of me.Everything finally made sense now.He had fallen for me!The tears spilling down my cheeks were hot and relentless as the weight of it crushed me. My heart thudded erratically as the realization hit me harder than I expected.But then, I stopped abruptly, my breath hitching as I took in the horrifying scene before me.My stomach twisted violently over the gruesome sight.The yard was littered with the lifeless bodies of eleven horses. Their once majestic forms were crumpled on the ground, their glossy coats full under the pale moonlight. There was no blood left in them; they were

Emily’s POVThe warm water glided over my hands as I wrung the cloth, steam curling in the air. Jack sat at the edge of his bed, his posture tense but his expression unreadable. I knelt in front of him, gently dabbing at the dried blood on his hands. The room was silent except for the sound of the water sloshing in the basin.“Jack,” I started, my voice trembling slightly. “I’m sorry for earlier. I should have listened to you. I know I can be...impatient.”It's better to apologize than for him to dwell deeper into what happened.For a moment, he didn’t respond, his hazel eyes fixed on some distant point beyond me. Then, the corner of his mouth twitched upward in what might’ve been a smirk—or maybe even a smile.It was fleeting, but it was there.“It’s fine,” he said, his voice low but calm, then his eyes fell on me.“You’re stubborn, but it’s not entirely a bad thing.”I blinked in surprise, my hand pausing midair. That was the closest thing to a compliment I had gotten from him in d