Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Ava POV

Carter had me moved, and I appeared to be in some basement. I had been asleep for a few hours or maybe days I was unsure when I heard the door open. The man I hadn’t recognized in my dazed state came down the stars. His scent was familiar, and I couldn’t figure out why at first. He had a blue cap on his head and a handkerchief tied around his face like last time. Yet with my sense of smell and taste returning, my eyes widened when I recognized the scent. A scent I smelled around Amber. Micah!

He walked over to me, where I sat in the corner, my wrist handcuffed to a drainpipe. He produces a needle, stabbing it into my thigh, and I yank on my restraints and snarl at him when he turns and simply walks back toward the stairs.

My eyes began to blur, yet I fought to keep them open. 

“Micah!” I tried to call, but my voice was barely a murmur, yet it was enough to make him freeze on the bottom step, and his entire body tensed as he gripped the handrail. He turned slowly, and his eyes roamed over me, and I knew without a doubt it was him. 

Something shriveled inside me and died as it dawned on me that he raped the mother of his child.

“When they kill you, I hope it’s slow,” I growl at him.

He growls and stalks toward me, “They will never know, and you won’t be alive to tell them,” he sneers, gripping the back of my hair. I glare at him. 

“No woman forgets the face of the man that fathered her child, just like they never forget the face of their rapist,” I sneer at him, and he shoves me back. My head bangs on the pipe, and he rips his hat off, clutches his hair, and screams in frustration. 

“Fuck!” he curses, kicking a wooden chair.

“I had no fucking choice. Do you think I could just stand there and watch? They would have fucking killed me!”

“You deserve far worse for what you did, and I can’t wait for Marcus to give it to you,” I spit at him through clenched teeth. 

I don’t know if he was trying to convince himself of that or me. Either way,

head spun throbbed where I bumped it, and Micah scratches his chin when he snarls. Wandering around the basement, looking at the shelves, he

hand, my eyes open frantically as he stalks toward me, and I yank on the cuffs in a last-ditch effort

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

of his shirt. Micah was on his back, hands

was palpable, his Alpha aura menacing and straighteners his suit. He picks up the knocked-over

lip quivered, and Carter’s head lifted,

at the concrete wall behind me. He mutters, but my ears can’t pick up the sound, and

Micah sits up

stairs from before. My muscles start to go numb, and tears burn my eyes when

them, and they pause, looking at him.

her,” Carter says, looking at each of

said,” the dark-haired man says. “I said no one touches

bro, what crawled up your

rubbing his temples before running his fingers through his thick, blonde hair.

men when Carter’s phone rang. He looks at the screen, and a silly smile splits onto his face and he looks

on Micah briefly. He nods to his men, who instantly snarl and start stalking him while

this? Carter, we had a deal,” Micah

chuck him in the trunk while I figure out what to do next,” Carter

changed? I thought we were killing the bitch and kid,” the blonde-haired