Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Valen POV

I placed Everly in the waiting ambulance, ordering Marcus to watch Valarian for me since he remained behind with Zoe. Once we got to the hospital, Emily was placed in an induced coma; they had no idea what was wrong with her, just know that Forsaken saliva was poisonous; the amount of bacteria they carried had baffled us for years. We weren’t sure what changed in their DNA once made forsaken, which is part of the reason our city rarely banishes those out. Everly was slowly healing and had drips coming out of her everywhere and antibiotics. The infection ravaging her body was mild, and the few wounds I received had already healed.

I had noticed that forsaken bites had never really affected me, something to do with the genetic mutation in my bloodline, which was now shared with Valarian. Everly, however, didn’t share it, although her marking me seemed to have some effect on her ability to heal a little quicker, whereas Emily was knocking at death’s door.

One of the pack doctors came in. He was an older man around my father’s age, with grey hair tied at the back of his neck and growing a short beard. He walks in carrying Everly’s notes in his hands. I had been sitting here for three days now, waiting for her to wake up. At least now, she had a bit more color about her.

He checks the charts on the end of her bed before hooking another bag of something to her drip. “She is doing much better. I suppose she has you to thank for that. Although she would heal a lot faster if you marked her,” Doc says to me.

“I know you don’t want to mark her against her will. But Alpha, I am sure given the circumstance, she would understand,” Doc says when I go to protest.

“You said she is doing better,” I tell him, and he nods, “She is, but she isn’t out of the woods yet. You know how forsaken bites go. One minute they are fine, then the next,” He doesn’t finish, instead, looking at Everly worriedly. I scrub my hands down my face before rubbing my eyes that felt like sandpaper.

“What of Emily?” I asked. Scouts scoured the area for her son but found no sign of him. We don’t even know where she came from. Nothing made sense, and we had zero leads.

“She isn’t doing so well; I am not sure she will make it. We had to amputate one of her legs already,” Doc tells me, and I sigh.

“Also, Everly’s mother keeps ringing the hospital; Alpha John also has rang to check on her,” my brows furrowed. For years they wanted nothing to do with her, and now, suddenly, they gave a shit?

“What did you tell them?” I ask him.

“Nothing, of course, they aren’t on her list of emergency contacts, but.”

“But what?”

“They are her parents, Alpha. Maybe you should let them know. You should probably go home too. I will ring if anything changes or if she wakes up,” I look over at Everly, still unconscious. The thought of leaving made my stomach turn,

“And think about what I said about marking her. She isn’t dying, but it would speed things up. “Doc tells me, and I bite the inside of my lip and nod. If she was on the brink of death, I would take her wrath, yet I wondered if she would hate me if I just marked her to speed up the healing process.  Valarian kept asking for her, and I had managed to shield him away from what was really going on, but that would only last so long before he demanded to see her. Getting up, my back cracks, and I stretch, having been in that chair for days now. I walk overt o her bedside, running my fingers up her arm. Sparks zap at my fingers from the bond and goosebumps rose on her arms from my touch.

elongate, I sink them into her neck. Sparks rushed over my body everywhere, and I could taste the remnants of the poison in her blood, taste it o n my tongue before I felt my

chest felt like it was expanding, the bond forging, and I felt the moment

was fighting to come back to me, her worry for Valarian. So many things plagued her even whilst i n this state, and I could feel everything that made her her bleed into

enough to rouse her awake while also praying she didn’t want t o kill me when she woke and realized I marked her without consent. But Doc was right, it would speed up her ability to heal, and she had our little boy waiting at

Everly. She still remained unconscious. Pulling my phone out, I yawned and glanced at the screen. My father was calling. Answering it, I held the phone t o

weren’t talking yet; I trusted no one more than my father with Valarian. He may be why my mother is dead, but he was a good father. And I knew

mother. Now don’t be mad, but I have brought him to the hospital. We are downstairs,” I

keep him from her,”

telling him the room number. I hop off the bed, trying my best to cover her a little better and hide the tubes and needles in her veins. However, it was pointless. Nothing I did would shield him from her helpless state. Hearing a knock on the door, 1 open it to see my father. Valarian stood peering around

have brought him here; he looks terrified,” I tell my

my son.

was I supposed to do? He refused to go to school until he saw her,” he answers. I growl, turning to look at my son. His eyes peering over my shoulder at his

squeezing him tight. It

and hesitantly walk over to her. His eyes wander over her, and he tries to climb on the bed with her. I sigh,

needles in her arms; you have

father. He presses his lips in a line and

move her around, but you to stay still,” I tell Valarian, and he nods. I rearranged the cords and different devices attached to her, and my father helped me prop her u p better, so she was kind of on her side. She didn’t move an inch,

I ended up draping her arm over him, so the drip didn’t kink. The trickiest part was moving her around and not ripping out the catheter. Somehow I managed it because that would have been embarrassing being scolded by the doctor for moving her when I probably

to hop off, tell me,” I tell him, but he snuggles down under the blanket with her, his finger tracing over her face. I

coffee and something to eat. I will sit with them,” my father says, and my eyes got o my son, who was whispering to his mother

and glancing down at the wound on her neck. He brushes her hair back to look at it better before sniffing her. “She smells like us now,” Valarian

our big village, Mumma,” he says, sniffing

live with you now?”

what happens when your mother

rub it off. “Why do we have to bite them to mark our mates? I don’t want to bite Casey. She would probably taste like a troll,” Valarian says, pulling a

I ask him, and he shrugs before his little