Alpha's Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

SOPHIA'S POVA week after Emilia’s visit, Sophia’s Heart, felt like it was finally getting back on track. Customers were pouring in again, and the glow of the Taste of Sofia’s Heart event still lingered. Online, new five-star reviews had begun to drown out the negativity. I let myself breathe, thinking the worst was over.Then, the whispers started.It began innocently enough – comments from customers about how similar some dishes at another local restaurant in Brooklyn, The Scarlet Spoon, were to mine. “They’re serving a wild mushroom risotto now,” one regular said, raising a curious brow. “Almost identical to yours, Sophia.” Something about the name sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it just yet. I hadn't seen it yet on my radar, so I brushed it off as something that I shouldn't be bothered with.I laughed it off. Plenty of restaurants served risotto. It wasn’t exactly a secret recipe. But when another guest mentioned that The Gourmet Table – a place owned by none other than Emi

NATHAN'S POVThe wind whistled through the towering trees of Whispering Willows, carrying with it the faint scent of rain. I stood in the center of a weathered stone circle, the ancient runes beneath my feet humming softly with an energy I could feel in my bones. Elara paced around me like a restless shadow, her piercing eyes flicking between me and the forest beyond.“You’re the last of the Lunar Pack, Nathan,” she began, her voice low but steady. “But that doesn’t mean you’re alone. The pack’s strength runs through you, even if you don’t see them beside you.”Her words echoed in my mind, a stark reminder of the weight I carried. The Lunar Pack, once a legendary force, had been reduced to a single soul – me. Or so we believed. There wasn't really much to go on, but according to Elder Jesper, the ancient stories spoke of their unity, their ability to fight as one mind, one heart. But how could I be part of something that no longer existed? What use would it be?I could tell Elara coul

NATHAN'S POVThe forest felt quieter as Lola disappeared into the shadows. Her words echoed in my head like an unrelenting drumbeat. “You have to decide – do you want her to meet the same man who banished her? Or is she going to meet someone better?”I stood by the stream for hours, watching the moonlight ripple across its surface. Sophia’s face swam before my eyes, her expression from that last day seared into my memory. She hadn’t fought back. She hadn’t argued or begged. She had simply bowed her head and walked away.Thinking back on it now, it was the look of someone who had been deeply betrayed. I had been too blind to see it.And to pay the price, I hadn't seen her since then.That memory haunted me more than any battle scar.I sighed and turned back toward the heart of Whispering Willows, my steps slow as I tried to untangle the thoughts in my mind. It was basically dawn before I got back there. My wolf stirred faintly, but other than that, nothing. I knew he wanted her back as

NATHAN'S POVIt took me a little time to get my affairs in order that morning. I was about to enter the kitchen when I caught a bit of their conversation, the words hinting at something. Then it dawned on me. It was about me.“Do you think he is ready, Mother?” I heard Lola ask Elara.Elara stayed silent for a long time before she answered. “I believe that there's more than meets the eye with Alpha Nathan and that he can rise to the challenge no matter the occasion.”“What a way to answer the question,” Lola said, and I caught her shaking her head as I finally entered the room, putting an end to their conversation.“We're good to go.”Lola nodded and left the kitchen.“I suppose this is the end of our journey. Thank you for everything. You've taught me a lot more than I knew about coming here.”She just came up to me, her hands resting on my shoulders. “It doesn't have to be the end of your journey, Nathan. The Whispering Willows is always open to those in need of it, no matter the ca

NATHAN'S POVThe third morning in Brooklyn dawned cold and crisp, the city alive with its usual hustle. I met Lola at the café, already feeling the weight of another day in this labyrinth of steel and stone.“Alright,” Lola said, handing me a steaming cup of coffee. Her tone was different, lighter, but laced with intent. “Today, you’re flying solo.”I raised an eyebrow. “What’s the catch?”“No catch,” she said, leaning against the counter. “You’ve been sticking to me like turtles to their shells, and it’s time to break out of that comfort zone. The city has its own lessons to teach, Nathan, and you won’t learn them with me holding your hand.”I sipped the sweet brew, her words settling in. “And what if I crash and burn?”Her smirk was sharp and confident. “Then you get up and try again. That’s what being an Alpha is about, isn’t it? Adapt, learn, lead.”I nodded, knowing she was right. “Fine. Where do I start?”“Anywhere,” she shrugged, throwing on her coat. “The city’s your map today