Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

I raised an eyebrow at him, and he smirked at me before answering as he moved between my legs and rested his arms on my pillow.

“Valen!” I growl, looking away but also not wanting to shove him off because the tingling sensation made my stomach warm and fuzzy.

He chuckles but presses his weight against me when I don’t shove him off. “Then I will drop my borders for them,” Valen says, and my eyes snap to his. “You would do that?” I asked and he nods.

“Maybe once I do, the other packs may open their borders, too.” “Valen, the media will destroy you for that,” I tell him and he shrugs. “And after the Alpha meeting and I announce my mate is a rogue, it will give them something else to talk about. I don’t care for my reputation Everly.

No matter what, the media will find some way to destroy it, so why not give them something good to talk about, let them open the debate, then we can focus on changing their views,” he says before leaning down and brushing his nose across my cheek to my ear and down my jaw. “Valen, it is impossible to think with you doing that,” I tell him as his hands bunch the shirt up I am wearing at my hip.

and shudder beneath him. “Are they all to do with the rogues and you thinking I am going to ruin you?” He murmurs before kissing down my neck. I nod, my eyes closing, loving the feel of his lips on my skin as I tried to keep my thoughts clear

the rogues,” “You could just be saying that to get in my pants,” I tell him as his hand travels down my hip to my thigh. He laughs softly. “Well, that would be

will give you my pack, ” he says like it made perfect sense. “Valen, I can’t ask you to do that, and then what, you become my Luna?” He seems to

can’t just stop  being an Alpha,” I tell him. He sighs because he knows I am right unless I make him rogue or forsaken after giving me his title. “Yeah, you’re right because I have to mark you anyway, so you don’t die on me,” he says with a huff. “What about a prenup then?” “Still holds no

“I won’t take anything from you; you keep saying I will toss you away or make you give up helping the rogues; I won’t. They are your village, Valarian’s village, and his family. So don’t trust me not to hurt you, trust I won’t hurt our son,” “Wait, you won’t hurt our son,” I

father, Everly. I would never hurt our son,” “Then get a judge to sign everything over to him,” “What?” “Everything I own is to be signed over to Valarian, with me having total control until he is 18,” “You want a conservatorship?” he asked shocked. “Then I have nothing for you to take; it

file in the human courts over to you, I can’t touch you then and will have to fight for it back the human way,” he said, making a face. “But then I will look like a gold digger,” I tell him and shake my head. “Then just trust me, for once trust someone other than yourself, or

then yes, besides, like you said, they helped build that place, only fair they get half of it, you could probably do it yourself with a

agreement, pressing himself against me as he nips and sucks at