All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together!: Chapter 321 - Chapter 328

MRS JACKSON'S POV The morning of the anniversary dawned bright and golden, the kind of summer sunlight that slipped through the curtains like a gentle invitation. I stirred awake slowly, blinking at the patch of sun warming my bedsheets. I could hear little Mira's soft breathing from the child monitor on my nightstand. Daniel and Kate had dropped her off earlier so they could run an errand – something about picking up a surprise centerpiece. I didn’t ask too many questions. I loved having my granddaughter around. I stretched, my bones creaking like old floorboards, and sat up with a groan. “You're not twenty anymore, Josephine Jackson.” I muttered to myself as I shuffled into my slippers and headed downstairs. The kettle was soon on, and as I waited for the water to boil, I looked out the kitchen window to my garden. My roses were blooming, their heads heavy with fragrance and color, nodding gently in the breeze. I smiled. Gardening was still my peace, my quiet joy. After breakfast,

NATHAN'S POV ✧✦Two Days Before the Anniversary✧✦ The soft shuffle of feet woke me before the sun had properly risen. I opened one eye and immediately smiled. Alexia stood at the side of the bed, arms folded, her curly hair wild and defiant against the morning light streaming in through the curtains. “Dad, Aiden tried to eat Alex’s cereal again.” She said matter of factly. From behind her, the unmistakable giggle of Aiden echoed. "It wasn’t cereal! It was just floating stuff!" Alex’s voice cut in next. "It was cereal, Aiden! You just drowned it in milk. Again." I rolled out of bed with a groan and followed the chaos down the hallway. The twins had taken to mornings like soldiers to battle – fiercely, dramatically, and with no warning. Aiden was standing on the kitchen chair, spoon in one hand, a milk soaked mess in front of him. Amara sat beside him, delicately stirring her yogurt with regal disdain. Alex stood with a towel, clearly moments away from committing a crime agains

SOPHIA’S POV The scent of pine and old varnish from the Moonstone cabin hadn’t changed over the years. Even now, five years later, it greeted me like an old friend as I stood at the edge of the balcony, watching everyone laugh and mingle below. It was hard to believe that today marked five years since everything had changed — the day I told them the truth. Nathan’s hand slipped around my waist, grounding me. “You okay?” I looked up at him and smiled softly. “Yeah. Just… thinking.” “About that day?” I nodded. “Exactly. About that day.” ** Five Years Ago… ** We were all gathered at the restaurant that I had invited them to. They had thought it was just for drinks, dinner and to catch up… If only they had known how wrong they were. It was one of those perfect summer evenings — warm, breezy, and filled with the smell of grilled food and citronella candles. “Alright,” I said, wiping my hands on a napkin and stepping into the middle of the room. The conversation still carried on.

Dear readers, And just like that… we’re here. The end. When I first started writing Alpha’s Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together!, I never imagined how far this story would go—or how deeply it would live in your hearts. What began as a single spark—an idea about love, loss, and second chances—became a living, breathing world because of you. Your comments, your messages, your nonstop encouragement… you carried this story as much as I did. I honestly never knew I could write more than 400,000 words and over 300 chapters. That still shocks me—it’s my very first time taking a story this far. And I couldn’t have done it alone. To every reader who unlocked chapters, shared their thoughts, and stayed up late with Nathan, Sophia, and their pack—you are the heartbeat of this book. And to my sweet editor, Winnie, who championed this story, I owe you more than words can say. You believed in my book! Thank you so much Momma! This final chapter isn’t just an ending. It’s a celebrati