Semua Bab Alpha's Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together!: Bab 311 - Bab 320

LOLA'S POV Moonstone was colder than I remembered.Not just the weather, though the breeze did bite more sharply here than in the city. It was the kind of cold that sunk into your bones and reminded you you didn’t quite belong. Not anymore. Not that I ever did to begin with. It was like looking at an old pair of shoes and wondering why they didn't fit....Then remembering they weren't yours. I stood at the edge of the training grounds, arms crossed, watching wolves shift back into human form one by one after their drill, all glistening sweat and adrenaline. I didn’t flinch when the enormous Beta, Hernandez, turned his gaze on me for the third time.He was infuriating. Overbearing. Loud. Bossy. And way too perceptive for his own good.Also… unfairly attractive, in a rugged-Alpha-who-never-smiled kind of way.I looked away first. I hated that.“I thought you said you weren’t staying long,” Nathan said, coming up beside me, offering me a coffee. A real one. From my own beans, too.

HERNANDEZ’S POVThings were going great. Better than great.Lola was sharp, faster than anyone I’d ever worked with, and that mouth of hers? Made for arguments and kisses in equal measure. We’d spent the last three days cooped up in the Moonstone meeting room sorting through Nathan’s insane directive – some joint diplomatic initiative to bring the Silverfang outliers in line with Moonstone’s reforms, amongst other ventures. I’d expected tension, maybe resistance. I hadn’t expected her.And certainly not... whatever the hell had happened last night.My jaw still tingled with the memory of her teeth dragging across it.We hadn’t spoken of it today. Not directly. She’d shown up at dawn, lips painted in a color I knew for a fact was called Rose Stain, hair up in a sharp twist, wearing a blazer like armor. And I... I was an idiot in a Henley shirt trying to pretend he hadn’t lost sleep imagining her laugh.We’d been working for hours, bouncing ideas off each other, bickering over logistics

NATHAN'S POVThe ancient records smelled like dust and time, brittle pages flaking at the edges as I gently turned them in the dim candlelight of the Moonstone archives, just a small room where we kept tomes and things we liked to tell the young ones stories about. I hadn’t visited this section in years – maybe even since I was a teenager – but something told me the answers I was looking for wouldn’t be in the usual tomes.Victoria’s mother.The witch who vanished.After the encounter with Victoria and the chaos she nearly brought upon us all, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing from the story. Something deeper. Darker. So I came here – beneath the Moonstone archives, to where the histories were guarded not just with dust, but with vigilance.I knew I could let it go. Not even as Victoria was banished, the twins safe and Lewis in the cells. Something about it just got me thinking, “How did the friend I had growing up turn into this?”My fingers paused over a passag

SOPHIA'S POV The day started off like any other – coffee, morning rush, a few cracked eggs and spilled spices – but the weight in my chest made everything feel heavier. I hadn’t slept much. Not because of nightmares, but because of clarity. It had come to me under the moonlight in the Whispering Woods, so clear and yet so terrifying. Tonight, I would tell them. My friends. My family. The people who had stood by me without even knowing the full truth. They deserved it now. And I was finally ready. I wiped my hands on a towel, pacing the length of my kitchen, trying to figure out how best to do this. I could call them all at once – a group text maybe? No. That felt too cold. This was personal. Each of them meant something different to me. Each of them had carried me through a storm. So I picked up the phone. *** When I decided to call Grace, I didn’t expect my fingers to tremble this much. It wasn’t like I was telling her about some world altering event – oh wait, I was. My t

DANIEL'S POV It had taken me longer than I liked to admit to getting used to pink glittery bows on the floor, teacups arranged on my workbench, and being called “Daddy Dino” at the top of tiny lungs first thing in the morning. But now, two years into fatherhood and three years into living with Kate, the air I fucking breathe, I couldn’t imagine my life without the chaos. Boy was I glad the hustle and bustle of the city was no longer a daily occurrence. We were at our family house in the quiet place of Staten Island. We had to take a break from Boston and experience something else. I smiled to myself. And it has been one of the best decisions we have ever made. Taking a break from work too, being the new CEO of the company was not an easy task. And it didn't come easy as well. There had been ups and downs, but the journey was worth it. I wouldn't be here without it. “Daniel, where’s Sparkle?” came the familiar yell from the living room. Sparkle. A stuffed purple unicorn wi