Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Pulling up at the Mountainview Hotel, fire trucks lined the front of the Hotel.

Police and flashing lights.It was a total fiasco.I could see Everly’s truck and my father parked beside it and getting Valarian out of the car.

While Macey stood by the car, my father was quick to get Valarian and waved to Zoe in question, who rushed over with Casey.She thanks him.

Yet I couldn’t see Everly anywhere.

The entire building was on fire, flames spewing out the windows that burst from the extreme heat that could be felt from where I parked behind my father on the main road.

People were running everywhere, and police and ambulances were also on the scene.

I glance around, waving to Zoe, and jog over to her and Marcus.

Marcus had a tablet in his hand and people lined the path, standing at the evacuation point as he finished checking names off.

"Everyone is accounted for, the fire started in the kitchen, thankfully the alarms tripped still from the backup batteries so no loss of life," Marcus tells me and I noticed the tablet was a list of who was in the hotel and where everyone checked off and accounted for but one.

Ava was handing out bottled water and checking those Marcus marked off.

"Where is Everly?" I ask.

Seeing my father drive off with Casey and Valarian, he honks the horn and I nod to him.Zoe looks around before pointing between two firetrucks.

"The other buildings?" I ask Macey as she comes over.

"Fine, it was contained in the main building.The apartments out the back and events rooms and storage sheds are fine, only the main hotel," she answers, and at least that was a relief.

I nod glancing at Everly who stood in her pink and white cloud pajamas with her back to us.

Moving across the large lawn, I head over to her.

When I spoke to her she was hysterical, but now I felt nothing but blistering fiery anger, so hot it would give the inferno in front of us a run for its money.Yet the underlying feeling below it was pure devastation.

This place was as much her baby as Valarian was.

This was hers.

Coming up behind her, she stared at the flames eating away her village, a village she built.I gripped her shoulders, coming up behind her, but she just stared ahead.I didn’t know what to say.

There was no comfort I could offer to make this right.

"I’ll rebuild, this is why we have insurance, this is why I have a failsafe, the main thing is no one is hurt, this place can be restored, lives can’t be replaced," she says as I rest my chin on her shoulder and wrap my arms around her.

"I’m sorry, Love," I tell her and she nods once in acknowledgment of my words but says nothing else.

Media and reporters started lining the streets behind us, murmurs could be heard, police taking statements.

I wandered off, helping where I could and so did Everly, organizing buses to take everyone to my hotel that was staying here.

Yet when the flames were gone, the place was nothing but a husk of what once was.

Everly watched the last fire truck leave, but the media lingered, taking any last-minute scraps they could for their headlines.

Bloody vultures.

"Come on," I tell her, trying to lead her away, but she shakes her head and walks toward the building.

I needed to get Valarian to school, so we would have to come back.Yet I had a feeling Everly wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

"They warned me," Everly said, staring up at what’s left.

The structure was sound, but the place was gutted.

Yet despite it all, the building still stood, the brickwork tainted black, the render crumbling and the place hollow.

"This is because of the petition, because I fought for the rogues, for this city and this is how they repay me," she growls.

"They won’t stop, will they?" she asks, glancing a t me.

I hang my head, knowing this would be the beginning.

move be, if

it

"Who else," she says.

lingering, watching

Everly POV:

as I stared at my heart and soul burned to charcoal.I stared at the front door of the office.I

met the woman that sat on a chair with

chair, the way her eyes looked me up and down with no

me while I stare at the spot she sat that day, wet from walking, hopeless, and

arms

go,"

to

I met your

here.She had

a hot meal, and then a

"This place," Valen says.

I shake my head.

she gave me a

up at what’s left.I

next morning I came out to her calling out to me, her truck loaded with

to build our own

door of the office, the glass door all shattered and glass crunched under my feet, the walls black and some of the floors still smoldered.I

"Everly! It’s not safe,"

me while rushing in

I didn’t care, I had to seei f

safe was fireproof, and it held something more precious then

as I fished my keys from

be in here! They haven’t

and twist before pulling it out and using another key to twist the

screen melted, but

I

my eyes, gripping the handle sucking in a shuddering breath,

heat burned the outside good,

few things on top were curled and ruined but as I dug to the bottom I burst

clutched them to my chest and let

I whispered to no

there was a sign, that she was still with

that

yet I couldn’t move as I stared

there, but Valen had to go grab

found every moment

was so clear, her memory still alive even though it

was leaning against the brown brickwork with my

letters of advice, letters of

new letter every day, each one a detailed

of how far we have

she dropped it in the post box out the front and sent it to her

was the one I clutched in my hand like

thing about Valarie was that she

my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall when her voice rings

need them.They aren’t wasting tears o n you, so don’t waste your tears on them.They don’t

once told

savored the sound o f the memories she imprinted on me and it only made me angry that someone would

burned my village and I will burn this city to the

 "Hold on to that anger because sometimes it is the only thing that will keep you going," Valarie had also

I let it fester, needing something to keep going when I heard the crunch of somebody walking into the place.I wipe my tears but sigh when I realize it is only Valen.He crouches in front of me, tipping my chin up to

my girl gone?" he whispers,

in the wreck of

not my girl.My girl is a Luna, and chief to her

gone,"

to you will

the same time I wanted to curl into a ball

But he was right.

that here, feeling sorry for myself.I nod and he stands and I open the letter,