Filed to story: Alpha’s Regret – My Luna Has A Son
“Now, I have a mate who, as you know, Deacon, is in labor,” I tell him, tugging my tie off. I tossed it on the hood, mindful of everyone watching me as I sized them up and counted how many surrounded us.
“We can‘t let you go, Alpha Valen. Not until…” Deacon begins to say when I cut him off.
“The hard way it is then,” I finish for him as I toss my shirt aside. I hear Marcus growl behind me, but I pay no attention to him. I know he has my back.
Stepping forward, I smile when they back up. They knew the very danger they were in if they tried to stop me from getting my mate; however, what I was not expecting was for Alpha Nixon‘s wife to step out of the black SUV behind them. My eyes zero in on her.
Of course, Nixon had something to do with this and looking at Beta Clarke, and we now knew who the other informant was.
“We have all the evidence we need to prove this was Alpha Johns and your doing, Alpha Valen. It would be best if you came with us,” Deacon says while Nixon‘s Luna saunters over with a smug smile, her wrinkling made–up face.
“And what evidence is that?” I ask, curious about what I would have to prove myself innocent of.
“For one, the facility being in yours and John‘s name,” Deacon answers.
“What facility?”
“The one hidden in the mining mountains. Also, the amount of incriminating evidence of the patient zero, of course. To use his own wife for his sick misdoings is purely vile, and you helped him all to drive my husband from the city. We have all the evidence needed to prove our case. Both your signature and John‘s are on it. The patient used to create the poison and the vaccine. I won‘t let my husband take the fall for this,” she growls.
“And where did this supposed evidence come from? You? Nixon himself?” I ask her, knowing it did. The other council members look around at each other while Deacon looks between the other council elders and me.
“Now, I am going to give you one last chance. Deacon, to correct this mistake. If not, you will find out why they call me the blood Alpha,” I tell him.
If they want a fight, they will get one because no one was stopping me from getting to my mate.s
“So, I suggest you choose wisely because your shitty wolfsbane bullets won‘t stop me. And if I have to run through all of you to get to my mate, so be it,” I tell them, feeling the ripple of the shift as it starts to take over.
Deacon shifts uncomfortably on the spot, looking at Clarke while the other council members glance at Deacon, making me wonder if Deacon was only doing this as a favor to his brother, whom we were now aware was a traitor.
“We found evidence at John’s packhouse,”
Deacon declares and I laughed because it even sounded ridiculous.
“Before or after the forsaken attack? Or during?” I ask Deacon, but he says nothing.
When I see Clark step forward and John growls and snarls from where he was pinned before hearing the sound of screeching tires across the intersection.
Glancing over, I see Slasher Pack’s Alpha climb out of the car.
Alpha Daxon and I were on good terms.
However, he didn’t have the best relationship with m y father, seeing as reportedly my father killed his son Preston.
Yet Preston himself didn’t have a stellar relationship with his own father, who had threatened to remove his title for misdoings and the attention he constantly got from the media.
Yet Alpha Daxon was a good Alpha, a little old school like my father, but good.
Though, it made me wonder why he had come here.
Was he helping Nixon too?
“Fucking bastard, you found nothing! Your men turned the place upside down, and nothing. I know this was for Amber, Clarke, you prick!”
John growled, and Clarke nodded to the main officer, pinning him before one of the officers smashed his baton across the back of his head.
I pressed my lips in a line, and one of the older council members glared at Clarke, who gave the order.
Turning my attention back to Deacon, I fought back a growl.
“I don’t remember you fighting on the front lines, Deacon.So while patient ‘zero’ or Luna Claire was dying protecting the city, were you planting evidence? Or was it your brother?”
I ask him, wondering what the Alpha was doing here as I felt his aura getting closer.
“And where was Nixon?” I ask his Luna, turning my attention to her.
“Fleeing, that is where the scum was.
Does it upset you that he left you behind with his psychotic son?”
Alpha Daxon says, coming up behind me.
“Dax,” I acknowledge as he comes to by me.
“I lost over 100 of my men in that forsaken attack, and not once did I see one of Nixon’s men step out to protect our city.In fact, half of them were fucking forsaken, so how can you believe this Ludacris bullshit? Now let John up.”
Alpha Daxon growls.
“We have evidence that this was all thought out, and Nixon was framed,” one of the older council members says, stepping forward with documents, and Alpha Daxon growls.
“Go, I will handle this,” Alpha Daxon nods to me.
“Give Everly my best,” Alpha Daxon says, making me wonder if that was why he was here.
Because of her? Yet when I went to move toward my car, a gun was lifted, and I growled furiously, only to feel Deacon’s daring hand grip my shoulder.
My reaction was instantaneous as I reached back, gripping his shoulder and letting my claws hook into the thick band of muscle along his shoulder and neck before flipping him over my shoulder and onto the hood of my car.
The bang of his body as the air expelled from his lungs on impact was audible as I removed my claws and gripped his forearm, giving it a quick twist and popping his shoulder out when I felt the first dart hit between my shoulder blades.
Reaching back I yank it out, feeling the toxin burn but it would take a lot more than one to drop me.
Big mistake.
Daxon howled with laughter.
“Oh, you foolish pup,”
Daxon laughed at the young officer.
I spun so quickly that the officer had only time to gasp as he came up behind me and I gripped the barrel of his dart gun, slamming it into his face and disarming him.
He clutched his face and bleeding nose when I turned the gun on him, letting off three shots in his chest.He staggers back, and the rest of the officers lift their weapons, pointing them at us.
“Ah ah, I would advise you, that doing that isn’t a wise decision,”
Alpha Daxon states as I get ready to shift while Alpha Daxon just leaned casually against the hood of my car with his arms folded.
Deacon groans behind me and scrambles off my hood, only for Alpha Daxon to shove him away.
“Unless you want to take on an entire city, I suggest you step down and let this man get to his mate,” Alpha Daxon says, and I look at him.
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