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.

asked me, looking both ways down the street for his father’s car. Retrieving my phone from my pocket, I glanced

while nodding his head and walking back to the bench seat that sat in front of the school. I wandered over to him and sat next to

he is in traffic?” Valarian said, fidgeting with

him when we

Asking where he was and when he could see his father and I kept making up excuses.     

asked, and

did. You upset him and made him leave us, didn’t

about his mother,” I tell him, and his

Nana died years

sad for a long time,” I

can take me to him,” Valarian said, hopping up and walking toward the car. I

don’t think he is home. We can try to ring him when we

want my dad!” Valarian screamed at me. Startled at his outburst, I stared at him before pulling myself together

now. Your

begged, and I dropped my head and pinched the bridge of my nose. I sighed before looking back at

home,” I tell him, and he nods. Valarian bounced on his heels excitedly and

No guards stood in the corridor, yet the

him back into the elevator when he took off, racing down the hall. I chased after him when

through the door, I could see Valarian standing in the hall, where it opens up to the living room. Valarian looked over his shoulder at me before looking

saw it for myself. Broken glass lay everywhere, the couches were upturned, and the china was broken, blood spatter was on the walls, and the place looked like it had been burgled. I followed the sounds coming from Valarian before

Valarian murmured, and I gripped his shoulder only to find Valen

father.

okay?” I asked him as he shook. His eyes teared up, and he glanced over at

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

I walked back into the house before cleaning the place. Furious that he let it get this way, knowing full well what his son was like. The place was trashed and stunk like a