Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son
Chapter 142
EVERLY Hours Later All night I panicked, and I felt useless, sick with worry and guilt that I was just sitting here waiting for them to return. I would have just got in the way or become a constant worry for Valen. Sometimes, you need to sit back and allow someone else to take over. But for me, that was easier said than done. However, Valen had proven to me that he could be relied on. Even when we didn’t see eye to eye, he still showed up and still kept his promises.
And this time was no different. Valen said he would bring Macey home, and he did. Earlier in the night, not long after Valen left, Zoe couldn’t bear being home alone. Ava felt unsafe at home with just Zoe, or maybe it was her guilt about what happened to Zoe that she struggled to be alone with her. I didn’t know; I was just relieved to have them here. So my room in the maternity ward had turned into a drop-in center.
We sought comfort from each other’s presence. Zoe had some of the warriors bring in blow-up mattresses for the kids to sleep on. The nurses had also found two extra beds and brought them in. Macey had caused quite a fuss when she got here. She refused to be checked over until she saw Taylor.
Valen, Tatum, and Marcus dealt with pack dramas, council members, and officials. Ava had gone home with Dad and Kalen after they left, and I felt wired and overly emotional. Or maybe it was because of everything that had gone on recently, or perhaps it was my fluctuating hormones from having the girls.
Yet as I looked around the room, I was brought back to the day I met these two women, two women who became my sisters. Macey laid beside me in the hospital bed, a drip in her hand, Taylor tucked against her side asleep while she held one of my girls.
Zoe sat by my feet, holding my other daughter while I breastfed the other one in my arms. Zoe feeling my gaze on her, looked over at me, placing my daughter over her shoulder to burp her.
“Don’t you start? You cry, we all bloody cry,” she chuckles sniffles, shaking her head and glancing at Casey and Valarian asleep on the blow-up mattress in the room’s corner. She turned back to me and smiled sadly, then stared off at Macey, who was watching us.
Zoe’s guilt was clear on her face. She felt terrible Macey killed her mate for her, for all of us. “Man, this is like a dose of déjà vu,” Macey mutters, and it is clear she was thinking the same thing as me. “
Only thing missing is our rumbling bellies and the rude nurses and midwives,” Zoe chuckled darkly. “And the sneers and mutters, let’s not forget those,” Macey says, and I swallowed.
“This hospital is a little nicer, too,” I snickered, peering down at my daughter attached to my breast. “It feels like a lifetime ago,” Zoe mutters, and I nod, looking around at our kids, at my sisters. “That’s because none of us are those girls anymore,” I told them, and it was true.
All of us came from nothing and built ourselves up in our own images. We raised our children together, and we did it through blood, sweat, and tears.
despite not believing we could at the
ourselves we didn’t need anyone because we had each other. “We aren’t alone this time. It’s not the same. We aren’t scared little rogue women
and Zoe, I see, bites her lip to stop it from trembling. “I know, it’s just I hate maternity wards,” Macey says,
out the hospital doors with a newborn in your arms and not knowing what you’re doing or who to turn to. Not knowing how to provide for
a faraway look in her eyes, and I brush her lower back with my feet through the blanket, bringing her
brought us together. It’s also
was just another obstacle we would get through. Because despite everything going wrong and finding ourselves back
new challenges, but now we had the knowledge and drive backing us to overcome them. And most
Brick by bloody brick, we would rebuild the
showing it we weren’t to be beaten. We would show life that all our flaws and scars, the peeling paint and cracked crumpling pieces,
this time, we had our
let go of some of the weight on our shoulders and breathe without restraint. And by the looks
burden, and responsibility because we once had others willing to
over to me. He leans down, kissing my forehead and brushing
Tatum watched Macey hold Baby , resting his head on her shoulder as he sat on
help you organize the funeral,” Zoe says, and Macey chokes. “I’m sorry, I know ….” “He was your mate,” Zoe says, simply glancing at Tatum. “And as much as I wish I was your fated
it didn’t feel right leaving him there to rot,” Macey states, looking down at my daughter. “You don’t
I don’t expect you to pretend not to care, Macey, just because of what happened. We will be standing right beside you.” Zoe tells her with finality to her voice. “That
and he presses his lips in a line. Zoe looks at Valen questionably before sighing loudly. “Let’s hear it then?” she states. I see her walls go up as if she was about to take a
location her new mate was hiding out. Derrick has him in the cells. He is the last one. We found out Carter killed the other. But–“. “Amber and he marked each other
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