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.

Valen? What would your next move be,

it was

"Who else," she says.

glance around at the media still lingering,

Everly POV:

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

I met the woman that sat

way her eyes looked me

comes over to me while I stare at the spot she sat that day,

arms from behind

go,"

point to the

met your mother," I tell

people staying here.She had smoke

a place to stay, a hot meal, and then a job.But

"This place," Valen says.

I shake my head.

me hope.Then she gave me a

looking up at what’s left.I

came out to her calling out to me, her truck loaded with baby stuff for Valarian.There

raise a child.We are going to

all shattered and glass crunched under my feet, the walls

"Everly! It’s not safe,"

out to me while rushing

I had to seei f

fireproof, and it held something more precious

me as I fished

here! They haven’t cleared the entire

in and twist before pulling it

keypad for the digital screen melted, but the manual locks

faster when I heard the

eyes, gripping the handle sucking in a shuddering

safe intact, the heat burned the outside good, and

as I dug to the bottom

but intact.I clutched them

whispered to

that she was still

how many times I had pulled that damn letter from its envelope when I thought

yet I

idea how long I sat there, but Valen had to go grab Valarian’s clothes from the apartment, yet I couldn’t bring myself

as I found every moment of this place flashing through my

her memory still alive even though it was now

against the brown brickwork with my envelope, the one most precious to

many letters, letters of

a new letter every day, each one a detailed report of

how far we

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

the one I clutched in my hand like it was my lifeline, a

Valarie was that she was

my head back against the

n you, so don’t waste your tears on them.They don’t

once told

memories she imprinted on me and it only made me angry that someone would try to take that memory from me,

will burn this city to the ground.I burn, they will burn with

that anger because sometimes it is the only thing

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

girl gone?" he whispers,

wreck of her

my girl.My girl is

gone," I

to you

yet at the same time I wanted to curl

But he was right.

burn and I couldn’t do that here, feeling sorry for myself.I nod and he stands and I