All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together!: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

NATHAN'S POVThe battle was over, but the aftermath had its own weight. And yet, in the stillness that followed, I felt something I hadn’t in years – peace.Ash drifted from the final bonfires, where we burned the remnants of what the old regime had left behind – spying scrolls, corrupted records, tainted silver weapons. The scent was harsh, but cleansing. A new beginning forged in flame.I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching as Vivian issued orders to the remaining Silverfang wolves. Loyal ones. Theon was beside her, making quick work of rounding up the last of the traitorous holdouts. Malachi’s remnants – those still breathing – had been bound and imprisoned. And Victoria… Victoria was gone.No wolf would speak her name again without spitting.I turned toward the small gathering near the council stones – Elara, Sophia, and the twins. Even after everything, the kids had begged to stay. Even though they didn't fully understand what was happening. “We wanna know it’s really ove

SOPHIA'S POVHis breath was hot against my skin.The air between us crackled, electric and alive, like a wire had snapped and all that raw, waiting energy had nowhere to go but here. Into this moment. Into us.He said my name like a promise.“Sophia…”His voice was low, rough, like he was scraping against the edges of restraint. I felt it more than I heard it, vibrating in my chest as his hands anchored at my hips, firm and unyielding. I was still sat on the kitchen table, my bare legs wrapped loosely around his waist, his body pressed into mine like we had never been apart.I looked into his eyes – those stormy gray eyes that once frightened me with how easily they could turn to ice. Now they were molten. Burning. Hungry.“You’re mine.” He said, voice like thunder wrapped in silk. “Do you know that?”My breath hitched. “Yes.”He leaned in slowly, deliberately. “Say it Sophia.”“I’m yours.”His hands tightened, just enough for me to feel the pressure of his need, of the desire he held

SOPHIA'S POVThe last time I saw Daniel look this unsettled, we were arguing over what outfit would be best for him to wear to a casual outing with a friend. He wanted to go with a hoodie and office pants and I told him that would be an absolute blunder. And even then, he still had that casual, unshakable Daniel-ness to him – smooth, charming, untouchable. That was before the whole Victoria thing happened. Things were simpler then.But now?Now, he looked like a man who’d run straight into a wall made of his own bad decisions.I stepped aside to let him in fully. He entered the foyer, casting a wary glance at Nathan, who still leaned in the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed and expression unreadable. His presence had shifted – not threatening, but definitely not invisible. Protective and watching. I could tell he was very curious. Daniel shoved his hands in his coat pockets and turned to me, mouth opening, then closing again.“Okay,” I said, arms folding across my chest. “What hap

DANIEL'S POVThe couch had a permanent imprint of my body. Three days. That’s how long it had been since I last saw Kate – three days, nine texts I didn’t send, and a voicemail I still hadn’t listened to because I knew it would make me do something stupid.I stared at my phone again. Not to text. Just to look.Her name was still pinned to the top.Still marked unread.Still there.I’d told her I’d give her space. That I wouldn’t push. That I respected her enough to let her breathe.I meant it but fuck.I just didn’t realize that space would feel like being locked in a room full of memories with no door out.Her laugh when she teased me about my lopsided tie.The soft way she said my name when I surprised her with lunch.The fire in her eyes when I said something dumb and deserved to be dragged.God, I missed her.The coffee in my hands had long gone cold, but I still held the mug like it was keeping me steady. The silence in my apartment was louder than the city traffic below, and I h

SOPHIA'S POVIt started with laughter.Real laughter – unguarded, familiar, and edged with something that made my heart sigh in relief. That's how I knew they were good now. I stood just outside the back entrance of the restaurant, the place Kate had chosen – or rather, I had sneakily planted in her head – to meet Daniel earlier that afternoon. The door was propped open to let in the breeze, the inside dark but comfortable, like the building was exhaling for the first time in weeks.I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.Not really.But when I saw them through the crack in the door – Kate leaning against a table, arms crossed but her mouth twitching toward a smile, and Daniel standing awkwardly near her with both hands in his pockets and hope shining in his eyes – I couldn’t make myself move.I’d only come to pick up a forgotten sketchbook one of the twins had left in my office.That’s what I told myself.Kate’s voice was the first thing I caught, clearer than I expected.“...if we do this agai