Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Valen POV

I finally told Marcus about Everly, and he had organized patrols to run through the reserve for me t o keep an eye on the back end of her Hotel. Someone had broken the fence, and I was organizing it to be fixed; hopefully, sometime today someone would be able to go out there, or I would go myself.

Marcus and I had just finished at the library, we found no records of an Everly Summer’s from before five years ago, nothing by the name Everly at all, yet even Marcus said the name sounded familiar.

Walking outside, we were about to head to the council chambers to look in the birth records or any records, even bank statements.

Anything but the only thing we managed to find was the Hotel’s data and something stating she was in the hospital almost five years ago. Yet didn’t say what for or which part of the hospital; the lady behind the counter told us to try the werewolf council because she couldn’t access her files for some reason either.

“That name sounds so familiar, “ Marcus says, shaking his head.

“It’s right on the tip of my tongue. I just can’t, for the life of me, figure out where I have heard it, also. Don’t you think it is a little odd that not even you can access her files?“

“Yes, obviously, “ I tell him.

“She has to be hiding something. Why are there no records of an Everly or a Summers? Everly is a unique name. I don’t know anyone with that name yet it sounds familiar,“ Marcus ponders.

Marcus hits the button on his key fob, the blinkers flash, signaling it was unlocked, but we both stopped dead in our tracks.

“What the hell, what happened to my car, “ Marcus shrieks while rushing over to his beloved car. He just brought it a week ago, having liked mine so much. I press my lips in a line, glancing around for any culprits, and spot the library’s security cameras that point at the car park.

“Alphahole?“ Marcus says, and I walk over to the front of his car.

“They have mistaken me for you. Which bastard would do this?“ He growls angrily.

“They removed your tire valves too, “ I point out his flattened tires. He starts shaking, fur sprouting along his arms in his anger. He spent all day yesterday polishing and cleaning it and even made me take my shoes off before I got in it this morning.

“When I catch this f*cker-, “

“Well, you’re in luck, “ I tell him, pointing to the cameras and cutting him off. He smiles, rubbing his hands together. Heads would roll when he catches them unless?

would dare touch anything belonging to me. I smile at her tenacity to try and get

when we return, pushing her glasses up

What can

to see your security footage, “ Marcus all but growls, and the woman startles, shrinking in her seat. I gripped his shoulder, tugging him away,

look at the security footage, please Agatha, someone has

the counter, and I lean over to look at her, her head barely coming to the top of her desk. How in the world does she climb onto that

at the people looking for the assailant. I chuckle while shaking my head before nudging

shit, you’re short, “ Agatha glares at

perfect height for, “ “Zip it,“

to the back of the library and unlocks a door before pushing it open. She glares at Marcus, who pretends not to see as

is Redmoon, “ She says before sticking her nose up

over to the laptop. He types in the password before flicking through the files and pulling up

footage wasn’t the best, and he stopped it when we pulled into the car park. I watch our blurry figures walk into the library, and about five minutes later,

blue uniform Zoe had on

in?“ Marcus growls, hitting the button a little

who they are, “ I tell him

Take me to them, I will

you really want to beat

do you know it’s a girl? That could

the uniforms, “ Marcus turns in his seat to

my mate and her friend she lives with. She saw my car the other

bond trashed my car?“ he snaps, glaring at

“Appears so,“

say something to her, or

will handle it, “ I tell him, pulling my phone from my pocket and

Valen: Where are you?

a few minutes for her to reply. Everly: Work, where else

by the

work all morning, us Rogues have no need for books. We aren’t entitled