Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Chapter 116

Everly POV

There are no winners in a war. Either way, somebody loses, and even the winners lose.

They lose friends, family, humanity, and themselves. We won the battle, but no one wins the war because no one walks away unscaffed after witnessing such carnage, such loss, and it always ends in grief.

Grief shows you how valuable life is but also how cruel life is. It shows you the darkness of losing someone. Then it shows you the light in appreciating others more. You realize how precious life is but also how short life can be.

You learn how torturous it can be when you lose someone you couldn’t imagine living without, but somehow you do.

Somehow, you’re still breathing even when the pain of grief is so intense you believe it will kill you and sometimes wish it would, just so you don’t have to know the pain of losing them.

Standing in this hall with hundreds of peering faces staring back at us, you could see their grief as if they wore it like armor, as if it was branded into their very being like a tattoo, screaming their anguish.

You could hear their gut wrenching screams as they realized the pain they were feeling wasn’t hurt loved ones but broken bonds, and broken families, broken.

Nothing will kill your soul more than losing a loved one.

Nothing will break you down more than realizing you will never hold them again, never hear their voices, never see them.

1 We stood on a podium while Valen called out the names of loved ones, needing them to come forward to claim their dead sons, dead mates, and dead parents, and while trying to mask my own grief, I witnessed theirs, felt theirs with each broken tether.

How Valen called out the names, it was almost as if he was desensitized to death, expressionless.

Yet, through the bond, I knew he was barely holding it together as their screams and pain rippled through him like a stone tossed in the lake, that rippling tide on repeat, and I don’t know how he bared it as he tried to keep the bond blocked, though those that sifted through I felt, felt him, felt them.

We won the battle, but we lost too. One hundred seventy-six lives were lost, Ninety-one bonds are broken, meaning a possible Ninety-one more lives to wither away until either they die slowly or their bond does.

Most of those deaths were men,  she-wolves rarely lived without their mates.

Yet seeing my father sitting vacantly ahead, I knew he wished it killed him.

surreal, like a nightmare, a loop of horror

met up with the council investigators; they were raiding my father’s house when the attack

forsaken turned out to be his own people, unbonded males that apparently volunteered in the name of science, put up their hands for their own suicide, half his pack gone, and for what? The other half was shocked, and Nixon used the attack as an escape from

death, we were left

and a pack for their sacrifice. A sacrifice that ended in their deaths. Some thought it was worth the risk. We were

the city, leaving behind his son in a padded room,

nothing to do with it or knew anything of it. That he, too, was a victim of his own

moved all his money and took every cent the pack had before running away like a coward leaving behind his mate, his son, and killing Carter’s sister. I

had done to this city, to his own

samples to the Slasher pack and Valen’s pack for tontina Castor tunaaminoala Nivan had

was a miracle. Nixon had accomplished something. He accomplished finding a cure for the incurable. He

by the car with the

looks over at me. I nod toward Zoe, and he gives a swift nod before I make my way over to them. Valarian and the girls were sitting in the back of the car with the heating going as the night turned terribly cold, cold-like emptiness

him,” Kalen

gone in for surgery to try to

Macey, she was bitten, wasn’t she?”. Zoe shakes her

me before her blood tests came back clear, however, Tatum is riddled with

him, where he is walking over to Valen, who

is fine, Beta blood. He is stronger than most, but so many are infected. Hopefully, Carter’s blood really is the cure that’s needed,” Zoe says, and I

Ava?”

her your spare house

with us the night. Dad too, was staying at our place, not wanting to go home without mum. We waited. Neither of us knew what to do, so I left it to Valen and the Slasher Pack

seemed to be in their element dealing with all the aftermath, and I didn’t know the first thing about dealing with

comes over with Marcus. He rubs his hands up my arms. His touch was warm,

car. It is too

did our fathers

apparently pretty drunk by the time dad finished talking to

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