Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

The drive back was quiet however, not awkward, just a comfortable silence. I believe me marking him suddenly made everything more real. It was, in a sense, easy to play off that he is my mate, easier to deny our bond or our weak one anyway. Now though, people would find out, the entire City would realize Valen had been marked, the paparazzi would go berserk, and I now I worried what that meant for Valarian. I could handle the drama’s the media would portray.

Valarian was a child and I knew once it was out, a lot of people would have something to say about it.

Also, I could already imagine the rumors. People would believe. That he knocked up some rogue whore and was forced to take me as his mate, the things I could see them saying about me in papers would sting me but could damage my son. I was used to negativity, yet no child should have to deal with that.

“I think we should move the Alpha meeting, ” I whispered. I hated the idea of confronting my father, yet I knew it would be worse if he found out via a news article. I knew I should care what he believed after everything. I was an adult now, and he no longer controlled my life, but for some reason, it nagged at me. Some part believing that he shouldn’t find out through a news outlet.

“You want to push it back? ” Valen asks. I shake my head.

“Move it forward. Once the media gets their hands on this story, it will blow up; it should be announced to stop it hurting Valarian.”

“Anyone says anything about our son Everly, and they won’t have a city to live in,”

“You can’t just kick people out of City; that is not the answer, Valen, and that is not what I am worried about,”

“Then what are you worried about?”

“Worried about what version of our strange… whatever.” I sigh, rubbing my temples before looking at him.

“They are going to say some horrible shit about you being with a rogue whore, Valarian has only just found about you, well about who you are, and I worry that what they say about both of us will have an impact on him,”

“Then I tell them the truth, simple,”

“It’s not that simple. You have a reputation to uphold in this City Valen, one that holds power,”

“I don’t care about my reputation Everly, they can say what they want about me, they do anyway. But If you think I am going to let you take the fall for all it, you are mistaken,”

“They will say I am gold digger, someone who trapped you, probably even say Valarian isn’t yours,”

“That they can’t say, you can tell by his aura, plus DNA will shut them up,”

“My father is going to lose his mid,” I mutter, shaking my head.

“Surprisingly, my father took it pretty well, ” Valen adds, making me think of Kalen and my meeting with him earlier, “

earlier today, ” I

he threaten you if he did tell me? I will handle it,” Valen

go against

made his words hold more meaning and I didn’t know what to think about him. He could lie through words,

me to let

he is a good father, strict, but he means well,

he tried to get you to marry

what he meant by that. He has hated your father for decades. It makes no sense to me, ” Valen admits, and I could feel his worry through the

asks as we pull into the hotel parking space. He stops

have to keep it

you just tell him, ” I raise an

that was a dumb question,

think he would have

thought about telling him, especially once I found out you were in fact, my

have saved you

that worries about his reputation, Valen. When he found out I was pregnant, he tried to get the doctor to abort him, sweep it under the rug so no one would know and I could still take my

would have been the same

have pinned you down and

come after our son once he was born to

what’s

having a son. Zoe said it herself too. She knewValen’s intentions were

the possession of a hotel, being rogue,” Valen asks, looking out at the place I called home, my village. I loved this place, not just because of what it had given us but because of where it came from

to Valarian and me. We inherited

the packhouse, I went home or tried to anyway. Dad was gracious enough to let Valarian in the house after my mother begged him because it was raining, the next morning, dad tossed some money at me, and he said he never wanted to see me again, that I was causing problems between him and mum,

the front with a smoke between her lips, rough as guts but

she was someone staying at the Hotel, ”

also. She gave us a fresh start, offered me a job, paid for my schooling,

when she died, she left it all to

gave them jobs too, said we would build our own village that family is what you make,

one. She seemed like a

being half the woman she was. No words could describe how