Chapter 113 – Alpha’s Regret – My Luna Has A Son

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“I am dreading telling Taylor,” I admit and she nods. “It will be alright. She has you, Zoe, and me.” I nod, knowing she is right. We had each other. Always each other.

We lay there in silence, watching the colors of the sky change when someone clears their throat. I turn my head to find Valen holding a blanket and a tray of coffees.

“Room for one more? Or will we break this rice bubble car?” I laugh because we have definitely dented the hood, yet we shimmy over, and he climbs on next to Everly, passing us our coffees, and Everly raises an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t think I don’t know that it was Macey or Zoe swapping out the coffee in that jar,” he says, kissing her cheek.

“It was me,” I lied for Zoe, and Everly laughed. Valen clicks his tongue.

“You three are terrible, but I’ll let it slide,” he laughs while chucking the blanket over the three of us.

“Did Evie tell ya you may have an extra wife?” I chuckled, mucking around with him.

“Really? Sounds like a bad reality show,” he says, kissing her head and rubbing her arms to warm her freezing skin.

“I will have the hotel set up one of the apartments for you until you and Tatum sort everything out. If you don’t, you know you’re always welcome here. Until your hotel opens up, then I’m sure you’ll want to move back there,” Valens says.

“Yeah, true. I could stay with Zoe if it puts you out too much,” I tell them.

“Or you could stay at one of the apartments there since you own it,” Everly says when Valen moves, digging in his pocket. He hands me some rolled-up documents.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“We wanted to give it to you and Zoe when we opened back up,” Everly tells me.

I unrolled it and looked at it to find the title changed. Mine and Zoe’s names are now on it, as equal partners with Everly.

“I can’t accept this! Zoe won’t accept this!” I tell them, shaking my head.

“You can and will. Everly wanted to cut you, girls, in any way, but I don’t want her taking your money. Save it for the arcade. But you all built that place, made it what it was. And you looked after my mate and son when I didn’t, so I will foot the bill as my way of saying thank you. And you will accept and sign it,” Valen says.

“And you’re okay with this? It was your mother’s,” I asked him.

“Of course! Besides, you just said I had an extra wife, so I’m not losing anything,” he laughs.

“Guys, I can’t. “

“If not for you, accept it for Taylor,” Everly says, cutting me off. I nodded, and Zoe was going to lose her sh*t.

“Thank you,” I tell them, not knowing what else to say. They both nod, and Everly lifts my arm and places her head back on my shoulder.

Everly POV

We helped Macey settle in, and Valen was pissed off with Tatum and even rang him. Though he assured me that it wasn‘t that she couldn‘t have kids, that it was because she didn‘t tell him from the start and to give him space. I tried to tell Macey this, but she wouldn‘t listen and said she was done and that it was for the best.

Macey had gone to get Taylor from Zoe‘s the following morning, and she would be staying on the floor below. I knew everything would work out in the end. Macey was stubbom, and once you hurt her, she walked. She always said she didn‘t have time for drama, and she was right. None of us did, yet we always found ourselves stuck in it.

“I will go grab Valarian from your father,” I tell Valen as I scoop up my handbag from off the floor by the hallstand. I rummaged for my keys before spotting the ring box. With everything going on, I forgot to give it to him. I grabbed it, and his arms wrapped around me from behind, and he kissed my shoulder.

I went to open it, but now I knew why Dion was so insistent on this ring. Because it actually matched and had similar marked patterns etched around the outside. Valen’s hand clamps over my mine, closing the box before I can open it.

“Put it in the safe. Save it for when I marry you,” he purrs

“You don‘t want to see?” I ask him, and he confirms my thoughts. “Nope. I trust Dion helped you pick it out, so I know it will match,” he chuckles. I sighed, closing it though, I wanted to show him the engraving it had inside. I guess it could wait. “Go get Valarian,” he says, turning me around to face him.

I hand him the box, and he pockets it. “Then you can put this away then,” I tell him, and he nods. Three weeks later Weeks passed, and Nixon was really pushing my father to go to the media to back him up, but after his claims, the city was divided. Valen‘s pack scientists had been trying to replicate the vaccine and had so far been unsuccessful.

Despite Nixon saying he was doing it to help the city BLN0JFKS the forsaken. He refused access to this so–called facility, even when Valen mentioned it at the Alpha conference meeting Nixon claimed he didn‘t want the pack becoming involved and the vaccine slipping into the wrong hands.

In other words, he didn‘t want the vaccine replicated, knowing he had nothing to use over my father. And with the debt hanging over my head, he used it to get his way in the council. Nixon also still fought me with the Rogue laws being changed. Ballets went out, and the city was given a voice, yet most were too scared to go against Nixon.

We were still fighting for the change, but now he claimed that my father handed the pack over after threats from Valen. And until the debt was paid, Nixon still had partial ownership therefore, my vote didn‘t count. And if I marry Valen before it is paid, then we are one pack and his wouldn‘t matter either. Leaving the Slasher pack in a precarious position if he goes against Nixon, seeing as they have business dealings together. Nixon had the cites people wrapped around his demented finger.

He also claimed that letting the restrictions against the Rogues become expunged would endanger the city, since they were only one step from becoming forsaken. His logic made no sense, yet the media ate it up. And when the votes went out, our packs weren’t allowed to vote on it.

The Slasher Pack Alpha had confided in Valen that he was also worried about Nixon, and how the constant media attention was dividing the city. He believed too, that Nixon was doing something that would sway the city to get rid of the Rogues completely. We just had to figure out what.

And just to add extra protection to himself, he had reporters with him constantly, so no one could get to him, and his every move was watched. He looked like the city‘s hero and caused hysteria within the packs, including ours, who had been questioning everything. The Rogues were being painted as villains.

Nixon claimed that the missing rogues were choosing to turn forsaken. And that it would only be a matter of time before the rest follow to take down the city. So we were at a standstill. I had just dropped Valarian to school and was headed to the Hotel when I was pulled over by one of Nixon‘s officers.

The police sirens went off behind me, and I pulled over. This was becoming a daily thing. And before the officer even reached my car, I wound down my window and held my license and registration. “What is it today, Cleo? Bald tires? No, you claimed that yesterday.

Taillight? Na, it can’t be that. That was the day before. You’re gonna have to be crafty this time.” I tell him. “And why is that?” he asks, peering in the window. He looks in the back at the empty car seat. “I’m sure you’re running out of bullshit to fine me for,” I tell him. This was a waste of time, and it was starting to irritate me.

I rest my head back on the headrest. Rubbing my hands over my huge swollen belly, I was only 9 weeks pregnant, but my stomach was already looking quite round. Macey was right. I would be the size of a house. He examines my truck, writing more tickets and passing them to me.

I stuff them in the glove box with the rest. Officer Cleo follows me all the way to the Hotel so I drive extra slowly, earning honks from drivers behind him. Pulling in the place was nearly halfway to being finished, and I was excited to open it again. Yet, the bigger I got, the harder it got to move around, and I was constantly hungry and horny.

Damn, was I horny? Poor Valen had his stamina tested, that‘s for sure. Pulling in, I spoke with the project manager while waiting for my mother. She rang yesterday asking if she could go baby shopping with me. It was such a bizarre situation for me to see her so supportive of this pregnancy, and I had to keep reminding myself things were different this time around. Yet the same fears remained.

Even with Valen‘s reassurance, I was constantly waiting to be turfed out and cast away like last time. I knew a lot of it had to do with pregnancy hormones, but my anxiety levels were constantly through the roof. Sleep had become troublesome not only for me but for Valen.

Yet as much as he tried to understand, I knew he didn‘t get the lock thing. Anxiety made me paranoid, hormones made me overly sensitive to everything, and the stress was getting to me. I was still talking to the manager when I saw my mother‘s car pull into the parking space beside mine.

We were going in her car. I smiled and waved when I saw her. Quickly, I finished my conversation with the project manager before wandering over to her. I climbed into her car, placing my handbag between my feet before placing my belt on while she reached over the back to retrieve something from the backseat.

She drops a bag on my lap. “I made them something,” she tells me, and I open it to find matching yellow crochet booties and beanies. I smiled and thanked her, looking at how small they were. It was hard to imagine Valarian that little again, so they looked so tiny in my hands. “We can go baby bunting first if you like,” she said, and I nodded.

“Yes, Valen said he would meet us for lunch, though,” I tell her. Every weekend since, my parents come over on Saturdays for dinner to spend time with Valarian. Valarian, at first, was wary of them. Although he had asked me if he could go to training with my father.

It was a little odd and took some convincing for Valen to allow it, but we merged pack training, so both packs now trained at the arena every Sunday together, and any rogues that wished to attend also trained with them. Valen had been taking Valarian along.

Valen thinks he is too little to train, but I was training from the moment I could walk, and I knew my father wouldn’t allow him to get hurt. I attended the last one, and it was odd seeing my father training my son, so much similar to the way he taught me. For the most part, life was good, Ava was even training, and I could tell it meant a lot to mum that everyone was getting along again.

However, pulling up at the baby shop, my mother stared out the window as she stopped the car.

“I should have done this with you last time,” she murmured, staring up at the store decorations. I swallowed but said nothing.

“We failed you,” she adds, and I nod, not knowing what to say.

They did, big time, I accepted and moved on from that, or so I thought. My anxiety said otherwise. For the most part, I had come to terms with everything and didn’t see the point of dwelling in the past that I couldn‘t change.

“You‘re here now. Let‘s focus on that,” I tell her, but she shakes her head.

“We should have told you, protected you, and gone to Valen. Nixon would have made you keep him and used him against you and your father. We knew that was no place for a child to be raised amid war. We messed up. We thought we were protecting you, instead, we destroyed you.”

“You think you destroyed me? You didn‘t,” I tell her.

“How can you say that? When your father came home and told me you were going to let us be a part of your life, I almost didn‘t believe him after everything we had done. We didn‘t deserve a second chance,” she says, staring off vacantly.

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