Semua Bab Alpha's Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together!: Bab 231 - Bab 240

MALACHI’S POV The night was thick with shadows, but I was no stranger to darkness. I was, in fact, its most loyal companion. It embraced me, welcomed me, as it had since the day I was driven from the pack, from everything I once had. And now, from my place just outside Sophia’s house, I could feel the tension tightening around me, wrapping like a knot. I stayed hidden, cloaked in the deep darkness of the alleyway, the dim glow of the porch lights casting long, skeletal shadows across the yard. The sound of the wind moved through the trees, but my attention never moved from the house. The world beyond was irrelevant. Unimportant. All that mattered now was her. Sophia. I couldn’t stop myself from watching her, even if every part of me screamed that I should’ve been closer, taking what was rightfully mine. Sophia, with her delicate beauty, the curve of her neck, the soft flicker of light catching the strands of her dark hair. She was standing in the doorway, her expression a mixt

LUCAS' POVI never liked small talk. I didn’t have the patience for it. Business was business, and I preferred things to stay efficient, direct, no fluff. But then she came into the office.Victoria.She’d been introduced as a new consultant for the company’s expansion project, and from the moment I saw her, I could tell she was different. She had this way about her – so composed, so polished. She moved through the office like she owned it, like she was in control, and it wasn’t long before I found myself paying attention to her more than I cared to admit.At first, it was just little things. She’d smile at me across the room, but it wasn’t one of those “polite office smiles”. No. It was more like she was sizing me up. I wasn’t used to being looked at like that, especially not in a room full of busy people, but there it was.I didn’t think much of it at first. That is, until she knocked on my office door one Wednesday morning.“Good morning, Luca.” She greeted me, stepping inside, a c

SOPHIA'S POVIt started with a note on the counter.Just one line. “Don’t make plans tonight. Dress warm. Trust me.”Lucas.The handwriting was unmistakably his – clean, a little slanted, written with the same kind of confidence he carried into boardrooms and kitchens alike. I stared at it for a moment, a faint smile pulling at my lips. He knew how much I hated surprises. And he was doing it anyway.By the time I dropped the twins off at Mrs. Jackson’s for their overnight stay, the sky had deepened into a dusky pink. Lucas was waiting for me in his car, door already open, wearing that charcoal coat I secretly loved. He stood up straighter when he saw me – like he was nervous, but trying not to show it.“You look beautiful.” He said, eyes lingering just long enough to warm my skin.“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I slid into the passenger seat. “What are we doing?”“You’ll see.”I gave him a look.“Okay, fine. I’ll give you a hint.” He glanced at me with a grin. “You’ve been there b

LUCAS' POVThe office felt colder than usual.Or maybe that was just me.I’d been back since morning, but it was already past noon and I hadn’t done much besides flip through reports and sip on lukewarm coffee that had long since lost its appeal. Numbers blurred together on the screen. Charts and forecasts passed without registering. My team had kept their distance, offering polite nods and updates without pushing for conversation.I couldn't blame them. I wasn’t in the mood for it either.Every time I looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows, all I saw was her face. Sophia. That soft, stunned expression she wore when I got down on one knee. The kind eyes that didn’t sparkle with joy, only guilt. The gentle way she let me down. There was no cruelty in it – she never had that in her – but it still hit like a punch to the gut.I thought I had prepared myself. I thought… maybe I’d stand a chance. But there was no mistaking it now. Her heart belonged to someone else.The knock on my door b

SOPHIA'S POVI always thought closure came like a slammed door. Loud and final. Whatever that means.But as I sat across from Grace at our usual corner table, watching her nervously fidget with the edge of her napkin, I realized that sometimes, closure arrives gently. Like a soft breeze slipping through the cracks. Quiet. Unexpected.She looked radiant, even with a little uncertainty clinging to her smile.“So… I may have run into Lucas last night,” she said, watching me carefully.I blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “At the bar?”“Yeah.” She said slowly. “I was supposed to meet someone. That guy I told you about – the new one. Turned out he was a walking red flag.”I frowned. “What happened?”Grace let out a sigh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “He tried to get access to my account. Thought he was slick. But I wasn’t born yesterday.”“Grace,” I said, reaching over to touch her hand, “I’m so sorry.”She gave me a tired smile. “It’s alright. I reported him before he cou