All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together!: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

NATHAN'S POVThe clearing between us buzzed with a deadly, palpable energy. Dust hung in the air like ash suspended in time. No birds sang. No breeze stirred. The trees bordering the ruins were as still as gravestones, and every fiber of my being was drawn tight like a bowstring.Malachi stood just beneath the crumbling colonnade, leaning into shadow, arms loose at his sides. His posture was casual – too casual – but I knew better.That stance wasn’t boredom.It was a beast waiting to strike.“You came.” he started, voice gravelly and bitter. His smirk split across his face like a scar. “Honestly, I wasn’t sure you had it in you anymore. The Alpha who abandoned his mate, and ran away from his pack, his blood.”I kept my feet steady, my jaw tight. I didn't bother correcting him.“Give me my children.” I said coldly. “Now.”He took a step forward. Just one. But it sent a ripple of tension through the clearing. My wolves behind me stirred, muscles bunching, but I raised a hand without lo

SOPHIA'S POVThe sunlight was warm when it touched my skin, as though it knew exactly where I needed it most. It crept through the floral white curtains, brushing over my cheeks and cajoling me from sleep without the need for alarms or obligations. I stretched slowly beneath the sheets, savoring the familiar comfort of the linen, the softness of my pillow, the faint smell of cedar and citrus – Nathan’s scent – lingering in the room like a fruity embrace.And just as I smiled, eyes still closed, the mini stampede began.“Mama! Mamaaa!” Alexia’s voice was high pitched and scandalized, like she was traumatized. Oh the theatrics of children. “She started it!” Alex shouted, breathless and already laughing.Sigh. Oh my days. I cracked one eye open just as the door banged open. Two little whirlwinds burst into the room – Alex clutching what looked like a piece of syrup drenched pancake, and Alexia chasing him like a tiny, furious avenger in pink pajamas.“I did not!” Alex insisted. “She sai

NATHAN'S POVSophia lay in my arms, her body warm, but utterly still.We were deep in the woods now, far from the scorched earth Victoria had left behind, but the scent of her still clung to my skin — smoke and deception. I couldn’t shake it. Not when I still felt the sting of her spell trailing through my veins. Not when Sophia hadn’t stirred since I pulled her from that cursed place.I held her tighter.“Sophia.” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, “I’ve got you. It’s me. It’s Nathan.”No response. Not even a flicker beneath her lashes.The mate bond between us should’ve surged with recognition the moment I touched her, but now it felt… muffled. Like a voice screaming underwater.And that terrified me.I dropped to my knees beneath a canopy of whispering trees, heart racing, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Her breathing was steady, slow — almost peaceful. But it was wrong. It wasn’t hers. It was something else. Something constructed. Manufactured.She was alive.

SOPHIA'S POV“Every day feels like a new day.” Was my first thought as I opened my eyes. Wait, what?That sounded like a broken record. Did I say that yesterday? I frowned as I tried to remember but nothing. “It doesn't matter.” I tell myself out loud as I stretch beneath the cotton sheets and smile as Alex’s little voice drifts from down the hall, followed by Alexia’s staccato giggle.I sit up and run my hands through my hair, already catching the warm scent of cinnamon and cocoa wafting from the kitchen.Nathan.He’s always up before me now, usually cooking breakfast with the twins perched on either side of him like mischievous sous chefs. It’s all so… perfect. The kind of morning I used to dream of when sleep was my only refuge from chaos.Padding barefoot into the hallway, I pause by the open door of the twins’ room. Alex is trying to get one of his socks on inside out while Alexia bosses him around like a tiny general.“You’ll freeze your toes off.” She declares. “And I’m not

VICTORIA'S POV “The first lesson I learned after I found out who I was. Power is lonely. It was a very easy learnt lesson, knowing what I know now.” “I didn’t stumble into some coven of eager sisters ready to welcome me with open arms and silk draped candles. No one handed me a spellbook and called me “chosen.” “Nothing of the sort. What I walked into was a fractured world of secrets, shadows, and side eyes. And I, wel, I was the outsider.” “The one who shouldn’t have existed.” “The one whose mother broke the rules by loving a wolf too deeply and left behind a child who was never supposed to survive. The one who would never belong. The witches I found – what was left of them, their raggedy little witchy coven – didn’t smile when they saw me. They didn’t gasp in awe or fall to their knees. They sniffed. Eyed me like I was rotting fruit left too long in the sun. A walking, talking breach of an ancient pact. An abomination.” “Wolf blooded. Wolf scum.” “That’s what they cal