Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

“I’m sorry, son,” Kalen choked out and groaned. Turning my head, I looked at him. Kalen’s face was so swollen he was barely recognizable. He coughed before placing his fingers in his mouth and removing a tooth. Valen’s answer was a growl when I helped Kalen to stand.

The sound of cracking bones reached my ears as I heard Valen shift back behind me. Keeping a grip on Kalen, who was unsteady on his feet, we moved toward his car, and I fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car for him.

“I’m alright, dear. Go, check on my son,” he hissed, falling heavily in his seat. With a nod, I turned to find Valen had walked back to his car.

“Valen?” I called, and he turned to look at me as I walked over to him. The look he gave me made me stop.

“You knew, you knew and said nothing,” he said and bit the inside of my lip and nodded. Hurt shone in his eyes as Valen looked at the Hotel.

“She gave you this place, didn’t she?” he asked.

My lips quivered as he turned his gaze back to me. ” She recognized your son,” I told him, and he sucked in a deep breath.

“You should have told me,” he said, and I could feel his heartbreaking, the sadness for a loss he didn’t actually lose all those years, the sinking feeling that I betrayed him.

“Valen, wait. Just let me.” He got in his car and slammed the car in reverse, smacking into the brick garden out front of the   main office before tearing out of the driveway. The engine of his car roared as he floored it down the street.

“I take it that is what you meant when you said it would get a lot worse?” Marcus said as I rubbed my arms against the cool breeze. He stopped beside me with a groan while rubbing his lower back, and Kalen pulled out of the parking space before winding down his window.

“He will forgive you. It’s me he is truly angry at, ” Kalen said with a sigh. I nodded and watched him leave.

Three days later.

The only time I had  heard from Valen was via text message. Three days had passed, and he was still angry at me. I knew he spent most of those days drunk. Could feel the unease sitting in my stomach through the bond. Standing out front of the school,

Valarian and I waited for him to come to get him, yet the feeling through the bond was like he was passed out and asleep. In no way was I letting my son go with him if he was drunk. Therefore, I hoped it was just my guilt for not telling him sooner.

father’s car. Retrieving my phone

the bench seat that sat in front of the school. I wandered over to him and sat next to

is in traffic?” Valarian said, fidgeting with

ring him when we get home? Maybe

and I kept making up excuses.                                        

a fight?” he asked, and

did. You upset him and

he is upset about his mother,” I tell him, and his

died

people stay sad for a long time,” I

and walking toward the car. I tried to

can try to ring

at his outburst, I

him right now. Your father

please, Mum! Please, ” Valarian begged, and I dropped my head and pinched

knock, and if he doesn’t answer, we go home,” I tell him, and he nods. Valarian bounced on his heels excitedly and raced toward my car,

stepping out of that elevator was instant. No guards stood in the corridor, yet the smell of liquor

off, racing down the hall. I chased after him when he

in the hall, where it opens up to the living room. Valarian looked over his shoulder at me before looking back into the mess. Glass crunched under his shoes as he walked off in search of

was broken, blood spatter was on the walls, and the place

and I gripped his shoulder only to find Valen

he had found his father. He was on the verge of a meltdown as he took in all

after daddy, okay?” I asked him as he shook. His eyes teared up, and

he nodded his head before stepping into the bathroom and leaning down to shake his father’s shoulder. “Dad? ” I heard him murmur, and his father groaned but didn’t wake. Valarian leaned down and kissed his cheek. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I called Kalen, who said he was on his way over to collect Valarian for

he let it get this way, knowing full well what his son was like. The place was trashed and stunk