Filed to story: Alpha’s Regret – My Luna Has A Son
“I am not going to jail because of you,” he sneers, tapping the timber on the palm of his hand, my eyes open frantically as he stalks toward me, and I yank on the cuffs in a last-ditch effort to free myself.
“They don’t need to know, and Carter was planning on killing you anyway,” he says slowly, trying to convince himself this would work. He lifts the piece of timber, and I gasp when he swings it, clenching my eyes shut, only I hear a crash instead. My eyes open, and I sag against the wall in a huffed wheeze when I see Carter shove him. I didn’t even hear him come in.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Carter bellows, gripping the front of his shirt. Micah was on his back, hands up in surrender. Carter snarls at him before shoving him.
Yet the tension rolling off Carter was palpable, his Alpha aura menacing and straighteners his suit. He picks up the knocked-over wooden chair, sits the chair back upright, and takes a seat.He puts his head in his hands.
“Zoe?” I murmured. My lip quivered, and Carter’s head lifted, and his eyes went to me before flicking away.
“Your friend is alive. The rogue girl Macey got her,” he says, staring off blankly at the concrete wall behind me. He mutters, but my ears can’t pick up the sound, and I let out a breath of relief.
At least Zoe is alright. Micah sits up and tries to get to his feet.
Carter watches him, and his lips press in a line when the two thugs come down the stairs from before. My muscles start to go numb, and tears burn my eyes when they move toward me.
“Don’t touch her,” Carter snaps at them, and they pause, looking at him.
“No one touches her,” Carter says, looking at each of them.
“But you said,” the dark-haired man says. “I said no one touches her,”
“Geez, bro, what crawled up your ass?”
“Nothing, I just need to think?” Carter says, rubbing his temples before running his fingers through his thick, blonde hair.
The two thugs look at each other before looking at me. Micah also appeared confused as he glanced between the three men when Carter’s phone rang. He looks at the screen, and a silly smile splits onto his face and he looks up, noticing everyone watching him.
He rejects the call before looking at his men before his eyes fall on Micah briefly. He nods to his men, who instantly snarl and start stalking him while he backs up.
“Wait, what’s the meaning of this? Carter, we had a deal,” Micah says.
“Deal changed because now my plans have changed, chuck him in the trunk while I figure out what to do next,” Carter says, and Micah fought but was no match for the two men who quickly overpowered him.
“Wait, why have our plans changed? I thought we were killing the bitch and kid,” the blonde-haired man asks while holding a struggling Micah.
“I need to think of something else first. Something has come up.”
“So, what do you want us to do?” Carters ponders for a second and bites his lip, looking at the ceiling.
“We hand over a piece offering, and get me everything you have on that rogue girl, Macey,” he says, and the men look at each other, confused, and my brows furrow.
“The feisty bitch, I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of her,” the dark-haired man spoke, his words cut off when Carter launched out of the chair and punched him.
The man staggers back, and Micah uses that chance to escape up the steps. The blonde man gave chase. Yet I couldn’t tear my eyes from Carter, who was pummeling his own man bloody before he stomped his head into the ground, spilling blood and brain matter everywhere. Horrified at the display of violence happening in front of me, I remained quiet and still.
Carter kills the man in front of me, his face barely recognizable, and the blonde man returns, stomping down the steps and stops when he sees his dead friend. When Carter stands upright, he begins shrugging his suit jacket off. He tosses it on the broken chair before slowly undoing the buttons on what was a white shirt which was now stained red.
I watched the blonde man’s Adam’s Apple bob in his throat as he swallowed.
“Find Brendan, clean this piece of shit up, and get me another shirt,” Carter snaps at him with not so much as a stutter, like killing his own pack member meant little to him.
“Ah, Boss, Micah,”
“Fuck Micah, he can get himself out of his own shit. I have bigger issues, now get me everything on that Macey girl and gets this place cleaned up and fucking feed her, and get her a drink,” he says, pointing to me. The man nods swiftly, rushing off up the steps to do his bidding.
Carter removes his shirt before moving toward a rusty sink basin in the far corner. He washes his bloody hands before drying them on a rag. When he is finished, he pulls his phone from his pocket. He types in a message and smiles to himself.
I watched him, his entire demeanor changing when his phone rang. He answers it.
“Hello, little mate,” Carter purrs and a gasp leaves me. Who was he speaking to?
Macey POV
My head was swimming. I couldn’t bring myself to tell them about Carter being my mate. I wanted nothing to do with the vile man that would allow the woman I considered to be my sister to be violated the way she was. Yet shame coursed through me.I felt like I didn’t deserve to be around her after what my mate had done to her. Was I cursed when it came to men? Am I the bad omen for my girls? I was seriously considering it because unless Tatum marked me. I was as good as dead once I rejected Carter, and my mate ruined Zoe’s life, and his father was responsible for killing Everly’s mother and my mate by kidnapping her sister.
However, Carter being my mate, left multiple additional issues because I will be rejecting him, but then what will happen with Taylor? Who would look after her and love her the way I do? My mum was getting old, plus she had my brother and his mate living with her, and as much as I love my brother, he wasn’t exactly a good role model.
After showering and checking in with Kalen and the kids, I headed to see Tatum. At the moment, he was the only good thing going in my life other than Taylor.
Because everything felt like it was falling into tatters, and I had no idea how to come back from this, I saw the hell Everly went through without Valen. Saw how Kalen’s rejection killed Valarie, so what would me rejecting Carter do? what would be the consequence of that?
Walking down the corridor to his ward, I stopped and spoke with his physio lady. Her name was Tracey, and she was the one helping us get him back on his feet, she warned me he was in a mood before I left her going to find his room. I knew something was wrong before I even opened the door. I could hear him cursing and heard glass break as he tossed something.
Pushing the door open, I found Tatum on the ground, his crutches by the bed.
“Stupid fucking leg!” He curses with a growl. Immediately I rushed to his side, gripping under his arms to help pull him.
“Why didn’t you use the crutches?” I asked him when he pushed me away, forcing me to drop him. He grunts, I move to help him again when he snarls at me.
“Just fucking leave me, Macey, stop fucking mothering me,” he snaps.
I roll my eyes. I had put up with his pity parties before, only this time when I ignored him and retrieved the wheelchair pushing beside him. He growled angrily at me and punched it.
“Just fuck off. For once in your God damn life, Macey, stop trying to fix everything,” he snaps. I go-to reply when he holds up a hand, cutting me off.
“Don’t! I am fucking sick of it. I am useless, and I don’t want you feeling sorry for me,”
“I don’t feel sorry for you. You’ll be fine. Tracey said you did great today. It’s only a matter of time, and soon you’ll be walking around,” I tell him, trying to lift his mood.
“Want the crutches instead?” I ask him, moving to retrieve them.
“Get out!” Tatum snarls at me, and I freeze, glancing at him over my shoulder.
“Pardon?”
“You just can’t help yourself. Always gotta try to fix everything. My leg is fucked, Macey. It ain’t getting any better, and I am sick of you telling me it will, so just get out. This isn’t going to work,” he says, turning to look away.
“Tatum? You’re just having a bad day, you’ll see. I can help you shower, then how about we go outside?” I tell him, leaning down and offering him my hand when he slaps it away.
“I said leave. I don’t want you here. Are you fucking deaf?” He snaps, yet his words pissed me off before I realized it. I had slapped him.
“You dare speak to me like this after everything, where the fuck is your family? Huh? Who has been here every fucking day? You don’t get to speak to me that way. You think you’re the only one having a shitty day? ” I snap at him while he rubs his cheek. I know he was upset about his legs and needing help and relying on people, but that is no reason to take it out on me.
“I am fucking useless, don’t you see that? I couldn’t even help you today to get Zoe back. I had to hear about it through the damn mind link!” Tatum yells.
“No one expected your help Tatum, we had it handled, and I am not here to visit your damn fucking leg. I am here because for once I needed you,” I tell him.
“Well, I don’t want you here. I am sick of you babying me, so just leave,” I growl that he was trying to kick me and click my tongue. Fine, Tracey can deal with his stupid ass, and I will see him tomorrow.
“I get your upset, so I will just leave you and come see you tomorrow,” I tell him, heading toward the door before beating him senselessly or breaking his other damn leg. I did not need this drama right now. I just wanted to spend time with him, maybe get a hug so I could pretend for a few moments everything was okay.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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