Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Valen POV

2 months Later

Her hands kept clawing at my clothes as we stumbled into my room. Her fingers fiddling with my buttons and her lips licking and sucking my neck like a leech. Why does every woman’s touch repulse me? I watch as she peels her dress off over her head before giving her a shove making her knees hit the bed. She tumbles backward, and I had to fight the urge to laugh as her arms flailed about. Yeah, that was s*xy, not!

Stripping my pants off, I climb on the bed and tear her panties off. She squeals at the sting of the lace, but I couldn’t care less. I needed to burn my anger off. Alpha John once again put me in a bad mood tonight. But I was already regretting bringing this bimbo home as I climbed between her legs, shoving her legs apart. I wanted as little of her touching me as possible, yet her hands pawed over me. Ah, let’s just get this over with. She was mauling every inch of me, wrapping her body around me like a damn octopus and trying to suck on my face like a leech.

I stared down at my dick, cursing it under my breath and willing the bastard to work. This was becoming embarrassing. I was going to be known as the limp dick Alpha. Why the F*ck was I having this problem? I have never in all my years ever suffered from erectile dysfunction. Did I break it? What the F*ck was going on with me lately? I thought maybe I was too drunk the first time, but two months have gone by since, and I still can’t get it up.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” The blonde piece I picked up from the club whines at me. I felt like telling her it was her clinging on to me and touching me with her grubby paws. Bloody whores are always all over me, yet I have had no interest in women lately, F*ck please don’t tell me I am going to be mated to a man ; it is too late to suddenly switch sides; I mentally curse my broken cock. They do nothing for me anymore. And her whining was beginning to aggravate me.

“Will you just shut up? Better yet, get the F*ck out !” I tell her, becoming annoyed. I don’t know if I was annoyed at my broken dick or her whining nasally voice. I should have known better than to hook up with an Omega, such cling ons, but she has nice tits. Too bad her personality was about as interesting as watching paint dry.

” Did you not hear me? Get the F*ck out,” I snap at her. She jumps from my bed, snatching up her clothes and darting out. Her eyes are wide and tear- filled. F*ck her ! When my bathroom door opens, I flop back down on my bed, and my Beta, Marcus, walks in.

you need to get laid. You have been nothing but

redhead?” I ask, tossing the blanket over to cover

I try to think back to that night. That was actually the last time I successfully

attempt has been a failure.

bitch gave me a disease,” I tell him. “Huh, the rogue

my dick,” I snapped, annoyed. Marcus laughs,

says, and I scrunch my face up at the idea. No way was I getting anything shoved up my dickhole. Marcus turns about to leave when I notice how he is dressed. All done up like he is about to go on a date. Giving him the once over. He was an alright-looking man, I suppose. He gets about as much pussy as I do. Relief floods me when my dick stays dead, phew definitely not gay. It

“Where are you going?”

it,” He announces to me. I growl at him, waving him off. Marcus chuckles and

covered most of

we were both obliterated. I wished I knew the woman’s name or which pack she was from to track her down. I have not been able to forget her for some reason. She always randomly popped up in my head, and the way she looked

an understatement. Usually, I was the one that did the morning dash before they woke up, but that woman was long gone by the time I woke up, just the faint lingering