Dear readers,And just like that… we’re here. The end.When I first started writing Alpha’s Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together!, I never imagined how far this story would go—or how deeply it would live in your hearts. What began as a single spark—an idea about love, loss, and second chances—became a living, breathing world because of you. Your comments, your messages, your nonstop encouragement… you carried this story as much as I did.I honestly never knew I could write more than 400,000 words and over 300 chapters. That still shocks me—it’s my very first time taking a story this far. And I couldn’t have done it alone.To every reader who unlocked chapters, shared their thoughts, and stayed up late with Nathan, Sophia, and their pack—you are the heartbeat of this book. And to my sweet editor, Winnie, who championed this story, I owe you more than words can say. You believed in my book!Thank you so much Momma!This final chapter isn’t just an ending. It’s a celebration. Na
SOPHIA’S POV “I still think Nathan cheated during the smores competition.” Lucas said, pointing his roasting stick at him from across the fire pit. “There’s no way a man who’s never touched a marshmallow before made the perfect one on his first try.”“Oh, I’ve touched plenty of marshmallows.” Nathan replied with such suaveness, that I knew it would be felt miles away as he reached for my hand. “I just usually don’t eat them.”Laughter bubbled around the circle as the fire crackled and sparks floated into the evening sky. The kids were racing in the background, their glow sticks leaving trails of neon as they zipped across the lawn. Moonstone had never felt warmer – not because of the weather, but because of what surrounded me – family, love, and the rare gift of a peaceful heart.“Alright!” Grace clapped her hands together, standing dramatically. “Ladies and gentlemen – adults and feral children – it’s time for the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Trivia night!”Daniel groaned the
SOPHIA’S POVThe scent of pine and old varnish from the Moonstone cabin hadn’t changed over the years. Even now, five years later, it greeted me like an old friend as I stood at the edge of the balcony, watching everyone laugh and mingle below. It was hard to believe that today marked five years since everything had changed — the day I told them the truth.Nathan’s hand slipped around my waist, grounding me. “You okay?”I looked up at him and smiled softly. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”“About that day?”I nodded. “Exactly. About that day.”**Five Years Ago…**We were all gathered at the restaurant that I had invited them to. They had thought it was just for drinks, dinner and to catch up… If only they had known how wrong they were. It was one of those perfect summer evenings — warm, breezy, and filled with the smell of grilled food and citronella candles. “Alright,” I said, wiping my hands on a napkin and stepping into the middle of the room. The conversation still carried on. “Can I ha
SOPHIA'S POVI stood at the edge of the Moonstone cliffs, staring at the view I’d come to love – the curve of the valley bathed in sunlight, the lake shimmering like it knew secrets it would never share. Behind me, the quiet hum of life brewed like a crescendo waiting to rise. The scent of grilled vegetables, sweet cakes, and roasted meats filled the air, mixed with the ever familiar trace of pine and wildflowers.Today was the anniversary.And somehow… Everyone came.Even Grace. Even Lucas. Everyone. It was amazing how everyone had changed and grown.My heart twisted and bloomed at the same time.“Mom!” Alexia’s voice cut through the calm. “Alex won’t let me braid the babies’ hair into ponytails!”I turned and saw her marching over, her expression fierce. Behind her, Alex looked halfway exasperated, halfway amused as the baby twins – now three – sat patiently on a picnic blanket, poking at some glittery stones.“I said they don’t need braids. We’re not going to war. And even if we we
NATHAN'S POV ✧✦Two Days Before the Anniversary✧✦The soft shuffle of feet woke me before the sun had properly risen.I opened one eye and immediately smiled.Alexia stood at the side of the bed, arms folded, her curly hair wild and defiant against the morning light streaming in through the curtains.“Dad, Aiden tried to eat Alex’s cereal again.” She said matter of factly.From behind her, the unmistakable giggle of Aiden echoed."It wasn’t cereal! It was just floating stuff!"Alex’s voice cut in next. "It was cereal, Aiden! You just drowned it in milk. Again."I rolled out of bed with a groan and followed the chaos down the hallway. The twins had taken to mornings like soldiers to battle – fiercely, dramatically, and with no warning.Aiden was standing on the kitchen chair, spoon in one hand, a milk soaked mess in front of him. Amara sat beside him, delicately stirring her yogurt with regal disdain. Alex stood with a towel, clearly moments away from committing a crime against his lit
LOLA'S POV I always said I’d never let a man touch my espresso machine. That was sacred. Holy even. And definitely not to be tampered with by large Alpha hands that didn’t know the difference between a flat white and a cappuccino. Well, Alpha regent, but Nathan lets him have the title. after all, Nathan is the King Alpha now of the territories.But we'll, here I was, five years later, married to the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack – which was still under the Moonstone Pack, renamed Moonstone Territories – who currently stood shirtless in my flagship coffee shop, holding my beloved portafilter like it was some enchanted artifact.“I think I broke it.” Hernandez muttered, frowning at the steaming mess pouring over the edge of the cup.I stared. Just stared.“Baby, how do you even manage to get espresso above the machine?!”He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "I was trying to impress you."I laughed. Not just a giggle – a full bellied, nose wrinkling, heart clenching laugh. "Oh m