Semua Bab Alpha's Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together!: Bab 251 - Bab 260

NATHAN'S POVThe wind carved through the trees as I moved, fast but deliberate, each step charged with purpose. I didn’t shift. Not yet. The wolf thrashed inside me, begging to run, to rip through the trees like scissors through paper, rough but precise. But there was too much storm inside. Too much weight. I had to hold it together – for her. For him.For the family I was only just beginning to piece back together.For them.“Nathan… I need you.”Her voice had broken across the bond like thunder cracking over choppy waters, a silent please, pulling me out my thoughts. And just like that, the world had changed.No fury. No demand. Just a raw, trembling thread of truth laced through those four words. She wasn’t asking for revenge. She wasn’t screaming. But I heard everything in it – the grief, the fear, the quiet devastation of a mother who could feel her children slipping away.That soul-deep ache that echoed louder than any scream ever could.My children.Goddess. My hands tightened

NATHAN'S POVThe walk back to camp was not as easy one, as my head kept replaying Elara’s last words to me before I left, hammering on her earlier statement.“Malachi’s not just a rival now. He’s a mirror. One you’ll have to face.”They were not words I wanted to dwell on but ones nonetheless, did laps around my head.What the absolute fuck did that vague as fuck statement even mean?Trust Elara to leave me with the most cryptic of messages.I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. That's a problem for future Nathan to face.✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✧✦✧The woods were unnervingly quiet as I returned to camp, the kind of silence that presses against your ears and makes you feel like you’re being watched – even when you’re not. My senses were sharp, catching every rustle, every shift of the wind, every heartbeat not my own. The ice covered grounds crunched beneath my boots as I crossed the boundary. Above, the moon was high – its glow filtered through skeletal branches, indifferent to everyth

SOPHIA'S POVThe wolves rescue camp stretched across a clearing carved out of the thick forest, a blend of makeshift structures and canvas tents nestled among towering pines. The scent of pinewood mingled with smoke from scattered campfires, and the low murmur of voices hung about through the crisp evening air. Somewhere nearby, I could have sworn I heard the sound of a child laugh, but that can only be a figment of my imagination. Why would anyone bring their pup anywhere near here?I walked through the camp like a ghost – numb, nothing to tie me down. My arms wrapped tightly around my body, but no amount of pressure could keep me from shaking. My thoughts spun around, chasing one another like birds trapped in a cage.Victoria.Even her name tasted bitter.She had my children.The only reason I hadn’t collapsed into a panic attack was because I couldn’t afford to – not here, not now. But everything inside me screamed. I kept seeing the smug twist of her mouth, hearing the icy tone of

SOPHIA'S POVThe scream tore through the trees like a blade through silk.I didn’t stop walking.Branches snapped beneath my boots as I pressed forward, pushing deeper into the forest’s heart, where the Crescent Valley ruins waited like the bones of a beast long since dead. The air was damp and heavy here, thick with moss, ash, and old memories I had no part in — yet somehow felt settled deep within my skin.Victoria.Her scream wasn’t of fear. It was fury — sharp, guttural, and oddly... welcoming.She knew I was coming.She wanted this.And I did too. It was time to end this.I gripped the hilt of the blade strapped to my thigh, the leather warm beneath my fingertips. Not for comfort. Just to feel something grounded. Something real.Ahead, the trees thinned slightly, revealing the remnants of what must have once been training grounds. Broken stone markers peeked through tangled ivy. The earth sloped into a shallow trench, and past that, an old watchtower leaned to one side — half-swa

SOPHIA'S POV“Alex!”The cry split through the air like a lightning crack – and I swear to the Goddess, my heart stopped beating.Victoria froze.Only for a second. But I saw it.The shift. The flicker.Her head turned in the direction of the scream, sharp and sure, before she lunged forward, feet pounding against moss and stone, heading toward the sound.My blade raised instinctively, the hunter in me twitching – but this didn’t feel right.Not the scream. Not the suddenness of it.Not how Victoria moved – like she expected it.Like someone who had planned for it.And still, I hesitated.Because that voice. That scream.It was Alex.Or it sounded just like him.His pitch. His breathy panic. The same tremble I’d heard once when he had a nightmare about wolves in the dark. It curled inside me and grabbed hold.I started forward.Three steps, four – and then I stopped.The wind shifted.It brought the scent of moss and blood, of cold iron and decaying bark – but not the scent of my chil