All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together!: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

NATHAN'S POVMy steps echoed hollowly through the museum’s stone halls as my mind spun in every direction. I couldn’t shake the image of Alex and Alexia – their faces, their eyes, their energy. Something about them had stirred a primal part of me that I hadn’t felt in years.Could they really be... mine?The idea was absurd. I hadn’t been with anyone since Sophia, and when I had, I had never let it get to that stage. And I knew for certain she hadn’t been pregnant when she left. Those days had burned themselves into my memory like a brand. Sophia’s tear-streaked face, the pain in her eyes as I let her go – it haunted me still.So how could I have children?I stopped in front of a marble statue, its blank gaze offering no answers. My chest tightened, the weight of the possibility pressing down on me. If they weren’t mine, then why did I feel such a strong pull toward them? Why did my wolf, who had been silent and dormant for so long, suddenly roar to life in their presence?Could fate

SOPHIA'S POVThe restaurant was buzzing with life. The melodic clinking of glasses, the soft hum of conversation, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air like music. The aroma of saffron and truffle mingled with freshly baked bread wafted through the open kitchen, where Kate and Marco were in there, working their magic. The “Emilia drama,” which was what we were now terming it, though exhausting and infuriating, was now firmly in the rearview mirror—meaning it was well behind us.If anything, the chaos had served as a spark that reignited the fire in my restaurant and, oddly, in me. It made me more determined than anything about this life and what I do. It made me appreciate what I had and how easily it would have been to have it all snatched away from me if I had let it.In fact, Chef’s Heart, my secret weapon in the feud, had become more than just a dish. It was now a symbol of resilience, creativity, and the power of community. That was probably just the people of this

NATHAN'S POVThe morning light streamed through the massive windows of my penthouse office. From here, I had a clear view of Brooklyn’s skyline – a city that seemed to buzz with relentless energy. I had secured the space within the week, needing to establish myself as soon as possible. It was all to make my plan nest within the realm of possibility.I'll admit, as I stood there, sipping a strong black coffee, surveying what would soon be my empire, I found it a bit strange that this was what humans thrived on. This was how they had lived their lives, focusing on the here and now. It did have a certain thrill to it, but I knew better than to lose sight of why I was doing this. Emerald Horizon Ventures was no longer a fledgling idea – it was taking shape, growing roots, and thriving.The boardroom meeting earlier had gone better than I anticipated, but one meeting wasn’t enough to solidify my place in this world. It was just the first step. I had to prove myself again and again, not jus

NATHAN'S POVI spent the rest of the night working. The quiet hum of my laptop and the occasional creak of my chair were the only sounds in my apartment. The city outside, usually so loud and chaotic, seemed subdued as if it knew I needed focus.The dream had given me a roadmap of sorts, and now it was time to bring it to life. Emerald Horizon Ventures wasn’t just a name anymore – it was an entity with potential, a vision waiting to be realized.How to go about it…I tapped my chin with the pen I was holding. It was mostly for decoration, seeing as I used the laptop to take notes of anything.The first step was outreach. I needed to secure partnerships with people who could elevate the brand – not just any people, but those who held sway in the luxury market. Claudia Williams and Victor Moreau were at the top of my list.I stared at Claudia’s boutique information on my screen, tapping a pen against my desk. High-end, exclusive, and connected to Manhattan’s elite. In fact, almost the e

NATHAN'S POVThe elevator chimed softly as I reached the co-working space I had leased for Emerald Horizon Ventures. It wasn’t as grand as Victor Moreau’s penthouse office, but it didn’t need to be. This was the launch pad for something bigger – a place where ideas would take shape and the team would transform them into reality.Everything was slowly coming together, and it filled me with such an indescribable feeling. It felt like my nerves were charged with electricity. I almost couldn't tell if it was from the fear of failure, the excitement to build something or the challenge of going out of my comfort zone.This was nothing like leading a pack – but I'll be damned if I didn't give it my best shot.The air buzzed with quiet energy as I walked into the glass-walled conference room, where the day’s schedule was laid out. I adjusted my tie and checked my watch. My first round of interviews was set to begin in fifteen minutes.I’d made my pitch to Victor, secured the partnership, and