Semua Bab Alpha's Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together!: Bab 301 - Bab 310

SOPHIA'S POVThe morning air was crisp, the skies bright and sunny and laced with anticipation.The best type of morning if you ask me.Our apartment – our sanctuary these past few years – was buzzing with movement. Open boxes, half packed suitcases, bubble wrap, and the clumsy scurry of twin feet filled the space. Alex and Alexia were in their matching pajamas, diving in and out of their rooms with more enthusiasm than coordination.“Would you kids slow down, please?” I yelled and knew they would hear me. If nothing else, their werewolf hearing should have been activated.“Mommy! Do we have to pack the sea shells too?” Alexia called from her bedroom doorway, cradling a glass jar with the delicacy of a museum curator.“If they matter to you,” I said, taping the corner of a box shut. “Then yes, they come too.”She grinned and disappeared again.We weren’t moving permanently. Not yet. But the plan was to stay at Moonstone for a few weeks – enough time to let the twins adjust, enough tim

LUCAS’ POVThe bourbon was older than most of my regrets. But it burned the same.I let it sit in the glass for a long moment, untouched, the amber catching the low light of the penthouse. Outside the window, the city flickered like it was trying to outshine the quiet I couldn't drown.And in that silence, she lingered.Grace.Even her name was infuriatingly poetic. Grace – when she walked into a room, when she laughed at her own sarcasm, when she saw through me like I was made of glass.Which I was. With her, at least.And now?Now she was silence, too.Not the kind you welcome after a long day. The kind that keeps you awake, running through every word you shouldn’t have said, every one you should’ve.I dragged a hand through my hair, restless. Fuck. How did it get to this? How did I let it get to this? Damn it.I wasn’t good at this. Relationships. Feelings. Vulnerability. Whatever the hell this thing between us had become.I’d spent my life mastering control – over people, companie

SOPHIA’S POVIf you’d told me even a month ago that I’d be waltzing into the opening of Le Jardin de fleur, the most buzzed about restaurant in the city, on the arm of Nathan Bennett, my mate, I would’ve laughed you straight out of my kitchen.Yet here we were. I chuckled softly. How things changed.It had been very last minute that the move to the pack had been postponed. The house wasn't quite there yet and it was simply a stroke of luck that Maria had called, with an invitation in hand and a friends/social outing in the other.And who was I not to jump at the opportunity? Anything to mingle in the culinary world and check out the friendly competition.So here we were, in the finest of outfits suitable for the event and a palpable excitement in our veins. We'd been looking forward to it from the moment we got the invite.The valet swung open the car door, and Nathan stepped out first — all clean lines, midnight suit, and the kind of quiet confidence that made heads turn. It was sex

FRANK'S POVI hated dressing up.Always had. Although being the editor in chief for one of the biggest food magazines in the country pretty much required dressing up from time to time, it still didn’t change my stance on it.But as I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, trying — and failing — to get my tie to sit straight, it occurred to me that tonight wasn’t really about me.It was about her.Maria.And I’d already wasted enough damn time when it came to her.So I gritted my teeth, yanked the knot into something that vaguely resembled functional, and grabbed my jacket.I almost didn’t go.Again.When Sophia's text came through, “You have exactly fifteen minutes to get your stubborn self to Le Jardin before I come drag you here myself”, I’d stared at it for a solid minute before answering.Because part of me — the stupid part — still wondered if showing up would even matter anymore. Somewhere in the back of my mind though, I knew that if I truly did not show up, Sophia and her beau

MARIA'S POV By the fourth day of paradise, I was beginning to suspect that Frank and I were too good at ruining it.Don’t get me wrong — we’d had our moments. Oh yeah, we definitely had our moments.There was the morning he made me laugh so hard at breakfast that I nearly choked on a papaya seed. Or snorted it to my brain. It was hard to tell which exact way my body had been planning on sabotaging me with.There was the sunset when we danced barefoot in the sand to a terrible street musician’s guitar. A for effort to both him and the musician. I'm not going to lie, there were times I was tempted to march up there and drag the beautiful instrument he had turned into an instrument of noise pollution and keep it far away from him – or hell, even play it myself.But I guess there was something endearing about the musician trying and not giving up. Same with the man in front of me.There was even the time he coaxed me into the ocean at midnight and held me so close I forgot about the chil