All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SOPHIA'S POVThe insistent chirping of my phone alarm dragged me from sleep. It's five in the morning. Another day, another phase of life.Today, however, felt different. Today was the day the CEO of "The Fusion Flavor," the biggest in the culinary industry, had booked my restaurant for the President's birthday party. I had to be there on time, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be.Kate was also coming in today. It was going to be an all-hands-on-deck day. Today was going to be perfect.Groaning, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My twins, Alex and Alexia, were still fast asleep, their tiny chests rising and falling in rhythmic slumber. I tiptoed out of the room, the floorboards creaking a soft protest under my bare feet.The kitchen was a flurry of activity. I quickly brewed a pot of strong coffee, the aroma already invigorating. My mind raced. Would the CEO be impressed with our locally sourced produce? Would he enjoy the signature dish, my mentor's secret

SOFIA'S POV “Mr. Walters, what can I do for you?” I said, fixing a pleasant smile on my face. “Miss Sophia, no need to be so formal. Call me Simon. You've earned it, after this wonderful birthday you've thrown me. It's ten over ten from me.” “Thank you, Simon. Happy birthday once again, sir.” I nodded with a smile. “I must admit, when I picked this restaurant from Andrew's recommendations, I had my reservations, but this has surpassed my expectations. Reminds me of the good old days when the restaurant business had both class and originality, ay? Good job, Andrew,” he said, his laugh booming as he slapped the back of someone on his right. Just so happened to be Andrew. It was funny to watch Andrew sputter as he tried to come up with a response. “Thank you, sir.” “He's a good lad. Here, have my business card. We'll speak more later,” he said, reaching into his suit pocket and bringing out a card. I was stunned for a moment, then regained my composure, accepting the card. “Thank

SOPHIA’S POV The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Alex's room. His fever had finally broken, and his soft, even breaths signaled the end of a week-long battle with illness. He had been well enough when he left the hospital two days ago, but he had gone under again unexpectedly. I couldn't risk taking him back to the hospital again. It was a miracle they had not detected anything wrong with his vitals. During my labor with the twins, they had thought something was unusual with my readings but attributed it to the birth. Now, there was nothing that would stop them from taking a better look at him and finding out something they shouldn't. I gently brushed a curl from his forehead, my heart swelling with relief. “Mommy?” His voice was a mere whisper. “Yes, my love?” I leaned in, my hand still resting on his cheek. “I'm hungry.” A faint smile played on his lips. “That's the best news I've heard all week.” I chuckled softly. “How about some pancak

LUCAS'S POVThe alarm buzzed at four in the morning, sharp. It was a Friday morning. I reached over and silenced it before the second chime, my body already moving before my mind fully caught up. Another day, another opportunity to stay ahead. For me, there’s no such thing as coasting. Not when you’re running a billion-dollar empire like Sinclair Industries.By five, I was in my penthouse gym, the city lights still twinkling below. The treadmill hummed under my feet, and I let my thoughts sync with the rhythm of my strides. This company wasn’t built on luck; it was built on motion, constant and deliberate. Five miles down, I switched to weights. Each lift, each strain, reminded me of the weight I carry – not that I’d ever let it show.By six-thirty, I was in my tailored navy suit, the knot of my silver tie perfectly aligned. Breakfast was quick – black coffee, a protein bar, with a cinnamon roll for a cheat snack. I smiled briefly, as although the flavor wasn't the same, it brought ba

NATHAN'S POVThe scent of moss and damp earth filled my lungs as I stepped back into Whispering Willows. The night air here was thick with secrets—the kind that whispered to you in the quiet moments between breaths. It was nothing like the urban wilderness I’d explored in Brooklyn, where nature fought for every inch of space. Out there, the trees were bruised, their roots cracked through concrete, but here, they thrived—ancient sentinels guarding something far older than myself. Only the pocket of nature I'd found with that strange woman held any hint of resemblance to this place. It felt sacred and unlike anywhere I'd ever known.Elara stood at the edge of the clearing, her silhouette backlit by the pale silver light of the moon. Her raven-black hair flowed like ink down her shoulders, and her eyes caught the moonlight in a way that made them look almost feral. She had an aura of quiet power, one that demanded respect without uttering a word. I just knew that her age added to the air