Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

My son cries louder, and I reach for him. The man’s eyes dart to him before he sniffs the air. Staring at him oddly, and I tuck him into my chest.

“It’s only temporary; please don’t call child services,” I tell him, and he cocks his head to the side; his gaze appeared to be more thoughtful than scrutinizing.

“Does your car run?” He asks, looking at it before he kicks a tire.

“I have no fuel; I will leave tomorrow, I promise,” I tell him, panicking. Maybe he was a council worker? I doubted it because of his expensive suit.

He looks at me, “you smell familiar,” he mutters.

I swallow, wondering if he remembers me, but he doesn’t appear to, and I also didn’t want him questioning which pack I was from. My father and his Alpha were not on good terms, yet maybe if he could get me in to see Alpha Valen, he might help out with his son. However, that thought also frightened me having to face the man who ignored me and refused even to do a DNA test, and he declined to come to check, stating my claims were lies, but if he just met him, he would see. We could always sense our kin. I stared at him, wondering if he would leave when he pushed the hatchback open further before reaching in. I scooted further back, looking for a weapon in case I needed it.

“Calm down; I can’t leave you here knowing you are sleeping in your car with a baby,” he says, grabbing the car seat.

“I will leave; just don’t take my son,” I tell him. He looks at me like I am mad.

“I’m not; I want to help,”

“You want to help?” I repeat, slightly suspicious. I must have heard that wrong.

“Come on, you can stay at the packhouse until I speak to my Alpha,” he says, waving me forward.

“Grab a change of clothes. We can come back to your car tomorrow,” he says. I don’t move, and he sighs before grabbing a bag. He grabs a tin formula, the nappy bag, and some of my clothes, stuffing them inside the bag.

“Come on, wouldn’t you rather have a warm house than a cold car?” He asks. I look down at my son, wondering if I should trust him. He grabs the car seat. I climb out, and he hands me my umbrella before shutting my trunk.

“This way,” he says, walking to his car. I follow him to his electric blue sports-looking car. I always wonder why he didn’t drive to work. And why would he leave such an expensive car at a train station?

know how

in, and I will hold your-” He looks

him, and he nods, holding out his arms for him. He takes him from me, and I lean in, making sure to keep an eye on him while I

he hops in before glancing at me in the

eyes, reminds me of my Alpha’s. He is the only person I know with Amber eyes besides his father,” he says. I look at him, and he looks away, looking back at the road. He definitely has his

I ask, pretending

my reaction to his words. I feel excitement bubble

fine with you bringing a rogue in the

and I will speak with him

rumbles loudly at the mention of

yes,” he says, and my face heats. I give my son his dummy, his amber eyes peering at me in the darkness of the

“What’s your name?”

“Everly,” I answer him.

what pack were you

answer, but I refuse to tell him which one. It was no secret my family’s pack and the Blood-Alpha were constantly at

I can tell you have beta blood,” I

Valen’s beta,” he says before pulling into a drive-thru. I

your money,” he says before ordering. He asks what I want, but

at my son. I nod my head as he

the front,” he says, which makes me look at my son again,

on quickly. I noticed he didn’t have

he says. I thank him and open his burger box, letting

flicking the interior light on so we can see better before turning in his seat to face me. “Eat. I won’t hurt