Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Valen POV

The moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was mine when he suddenly squealed loudly and barrelled toward me on his little legs and crashed against me. I imagine the look on my face was of pure horror at first as the pint-sized creature clung to my legs.

Tatum and Marcus just stared gobsmacked, and Marcus had his mouth wide open like he trying to catch flies.

“I found you, I found you, I knew I would find you,” The boy screams, bouncing on the balls of his feet. I pat his back, not knowing what to do with the kid. Yet touching him only made this scenario more real, I was kind of thinking my drink was spiked, and someone slipped me hard drugs, and for a second, I kind of hoped they had until I got a whiff of his scent.

He was a Rogue, but his Alpha aura was strong, too strong for just me, indicating both his parents were Alpha born. Only another Alpha would scent the potency of his aura even as small as he is, but his scent was also familiar.

“So he is yours then?” Tatum asks, stepping into my apartment. I blink before staring down at him, his big amber eyes staring up at me. There was no doubt. he was mine. And I nod, apparently I have a son? But how, who wouldn’t jump at the chance to have a kid t o an Alpha? What woman in the world would hide it, that’s assurance for life having an Alpha’s child, what woman doesn’t want that?

“Who did you knock up?” Tatum asks while Marcus just rubbed his chin; he raises a finger in the air like he was about to say something then closed his mouth before opening and closing it. First time I had seen him lost for words.

“Everly…She has a?” he doesn’t finish when I pick up the creature that apparently came from my family jewels. I press my nose into his neck, wondering if I smelt right. I near dropped him when I am smashed with her mouth -watering scent perfuming out from his pores along with mine.

The boy giggles and tucks his chin as my stubble brushes his neck and face. “Stop, it tickles, ” He laughs, and I couldn’t help but smile at his adorable cackle before he reaches for my neck with his tiny hands, and I place him on my hip, sniffing his head.

“Your mother is Everly Summers?” he nods.

“Yep, and I am Valarian Summers, ” That would be changing, I thought instantly.

“Mum will be so happy, now you can be with my mum, I can take you home to surprise her, and we can be a real family,” he says, smiling with all his teeth on display. Somehow I did not see that happening, but it raised another question, how the hell did I get her pregnant when I hadn’t slept with her.

“Valarian?” I murmur, making me wonder if he was named after me and what a resemblance to my mother’s name, Valarie; she died when I was a baby. I liked the name but was shocked she would name him after me, yet how did she manage to keep him

from me, and more importantly, how is he here without her?

“How old are you?” I ask him.

“Five,” He answers, holding up his hand fingers splayed out, and I look at Marcus.

“How?” I ask him, and he shrugs.

“Well, I am sure you know-how, ” Marcus says, and I raise an eyebrow. Of course, I know-how. But I wanted know-how it was possible; it made no sense.

” I repeat to him, and he

in and close the door, ” I snap at them both in case someone comes up here looking for me. I definitely didn’t

to find you, ” Valerian says, and Marcus walks over to take him, but I tug away

he would somehow vanish, and it would all be a dream, one I didn’t want but now suddenly couldn’t imagine not having him in it. Please be real; if I wake and it isn’t real, I may

something to eat,”

doesn’t smell like

he is not a real Uncle, but he

have a village too? Mum and I have a village, Aunty Zoe and Aunty Macey, are mums village, did your dad make you leave too as mums did? He called her names, and we had to build our own family, ” Valarian states, and I blink

about your village, and then I think we should ring your mum?” Valarian

aren’t coming home with me?” he

bring your mum here?” I tell him while walking

a glass of milk, and Valarian takes it from him, gulping down half the glass before looking around at the coffee table. His brows furrow, but he doesn’t set the glass down and

need coasters, ” he says, sitting like a statue as if the thought of placing the cup down would make the world

when Marcus gives it to him before he makes sure his cup is perfectly centered. The coaster is straight, making me remember Everly finding me coasters when I visited

one of the kids of the rogues was a little OCD. Now I wondered if she meant our son. Valerian clasps his hands

find me?” I ask

I got maps, but I couldn’t find your street. Casey

rogue boy, I heard

the radio?” He asks excitedly, and I

watching as he stands by the couch Valarian

your mother is

worry’s

do?” I tell him,

I ask him. “What

pack

head and chews his lip like

sister, and they used to be best friends, she doesn’t like speaking of her real

her

because mum had

suddenly. I didn’t know how to answer that, but from what I know, Everly was nearly twenty-three, so that would have made her Seventeen or eighteen when

didn’t tell

said she