Semua Bab Alpha's Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together!: Bab 121 - Bab 130

NATHAN’S POVThe days after New Year’s Eve passed in a haze of frustration and restless energy. The moment I saw her on the Brooklyn Bridge, I knew I couldn’t let it go. My wolf had made his stance clear, and to be honest, I felt the same.I sat at my desk in my office, the faint hum of the city outside filtering through the glass windows. My hands rested on the oak table, fingers drumming absently against the surface as I stared at the notes and scattered papers in front of me. They weren’t about Sophia – not exactly. They were about the children I had seen at the museum months ago.I couldn’t shake the memory of their faces. I hadn’t recognized them immediately, but something about them had tugged at a deeply buried instinct. Their features, their scents, the way they moved – it all felt connected somehow. I had spent weeks trying to uncover who they were and where they had come from, but every lead turned into a dead end.“Alex and Alexia,” I said their names out loud. Twins. My ch

NATHAN’S POVThe clock in my office ticked loudly, or maybe it just felt that way with how quiet the room had gotten. If Elder Jesper were here, he would've sworn that, “If a man dropped a pin, it would ring in his ears.” I remember when he said such, and the memory brought a faint smile to my mouth, but before it could bloom further, the shears of the current situation nipped it in the bud.I ran a hand through my face. “What do we have?”Camille stood by the board we’d set up, her pen frozen mid-air, while Davis scrolled through his tablet like his life depended on it. As he should.Jacob paced, and Priya leaned against the desk, arms folded, her expression skeptical.“This shouldn’t be that hard,” I said, leaning forward in my chair, my chin resting on my linked fingers. My voice was calm, but they could hear the edge that was present, sharp and unyielding. “It’s a building. A sale. There’s paperwork. Someone’s name is on it.”“And yet here we are,” Priya muttered, and my gaze cut

NATHAN’S POVBack in my office, the tension in the room could’ve been cut with a knife. The hum of the city outside was muffled by the thick glass, leaving just me, the faint buzz of my team’s chatter, and the weight of Richard’s smug refusal. I hated leaving a meeting like that without a definitive move in play.Lola leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me silently. Her casual posture was deceiving – her mind was always sharp, always working. When I didn’t acknowledge her, she raised an eyebrow.“Well?” she asked finally.“Well, what?” I snapped, tossing my coat over the back of my chair and sitting down heavily.She shrugged. “You look like you want to punch a hole in the wall. Thought I’d ask how the Richard meeting went.”I rubbed my temples. “It went about as well as expected. He’s not selling.”“Not surprised.” She walked over, planting herself in the chair across from me. “McAllister plays the long game. So, what’s next?”“That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t

LUCAS’S POVThe door slammed shut, leaving a deafening silence in its wake. I stood there for a moment, breathing deeply, my hands resting on the edge of my desk. It wasn’t just about the deal. It wasn’t even about Richard’s recklessness anymore. I couldn't care less about it at this point.It was about how far he was willing to go, the lines he was willing to cross. And Grace… She had been at the center of one of those lines he’d crossed before.My eyes drifted to the framed photograph on the shelf, a picture of Grace, Sophia, and me from years ago. Sophia looked radiant, as always. I would do anything for that woman.And Grace? Her laughter had been captured in that moment, but it didn't take long before the smile had been overshadowed by fear once upon a time – fear caused by Richard McAllister.It wasn’t something I liked to think about, but after what Richard said moments ago, the memory came to mind.It had been a rainy evening, the kind where the city’s usual hum was muffled by

NATHAN’S POV I wasn’t sure how I got talked into this. One minute, we were wrapping up in the office, victorious after forcing Richard to back off. The next, I was standing outside Priya’s apartment, a six-pack of beer in one hand, wondering how the hell I ended up agreeing to a team movie night. It was just one night. I could survive that much. I knocked, and within seconds, Priya swung the door open, grinning like she’d just won the lottery. “Nathan. I mean, Mr Bennet. I mean– Boss. You came.” She was clearly surprised to see me here. “Unfortunately,” I muttered, stepping inside. The place was not what I expected. I figured it’d be a half-hearted gathering, maybe some drinks and casual conversation before everyone left early. But no – Priya had gone all in. The living room was set up like an actual movie theater. It was all dimmed lights, a projector screen, and a ridiculous amount of snacks spread across the coffee table. Camille was on the couch, scrolling through her