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.

to do with the rogues and you thinking I am going to ruin you?” He murmurs

I will drop the borders and open the schools and my pack to 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 an added bonus, but you

stand down, make you Alpha. I 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 think. “Now that would be a first,” he mumbled. “I’m being serious, Valen,” “So am I, Everly. I mean it. I just want you, f*ck what the other packs think, I will stand down as Alpha, and I don’t know, just be your mate,”

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,”

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

well, not shitty, but you know what I mean, but I am good 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 belongs to Valarian,” Valen shakes his head. “No, keep your hotel,”

still take me months in court,” he argues. “You own the courts,” I deadpan. “Not the human ones I don’t, everything I own I will 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

would let allow me to hand half the hotel over. “If it means I can have you, then yes, besides, like you said, they helped build that

shirt. I suppose I had now. “But you are not marking me until after the AIpha meeting, and the documents are signed.” He hums in agreement, pressing himself against me as he nips and sucks at my neck. I moaned, trying to keep my head while his lips attacked my skin. “Valen!” I shrieked when I felt his shirt tear