Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

My heart broke for Everly, Zoe, and Macey as they told Emily it was okay to go, that she didn’t have to hold on any longer. Moments passed, and hushed whispers were all that could be heard as they tried to soothe their friend when she gasped one last time. I held my breath, waiting to see if it was a false alarm yet, and praying it wasn’t. She shouldn’t suffer anymore, n o one deserves to suffer this fate. When Everly dropped her head on Ben’s shoulder and sobbed, I felt Emily’s pack link sever.

My heart panged with pain, if only briefly, yet the pain, anguish, and despair that flooded Everly through the bond as she mourned her family broke my heart further. Marcus hugged Zoe close as she fell apart. Macey just stared vacantly ahead, sitting back down in her chair.

The doctor checked her and nodded, calling time of death before saying he would leave to let them say their goodbyes. The girls tuck them in like they were saying goodnight and not goodbye, and the doctor comes back and tells Everly what would happen next. “Come on,” Marcus whispers to Zoe, pulling her from the room, and Macey quickly follows, closing the door behind them.

Everly kisses them both once again and stands upright. I watch as she swallows down the emotion that threatened to consume her, she tugs her shirt off, pulls it back on the right way, and cleans her face with some water from the sink basin. She washes away the tears that stained her face. I move toward her, wanting to comfort her, but she pulls away, looking at me.

I drop my hand.

nod, letting her get herself together. She loved, lost, and mourned, and I was in awe of how she slipped back into business mode, shut down everything and forced her anguish back. Her determination returned, and she felt she had work to do. She broke if only briefly before picking herself up and dusting herself off, ready for battle again. I hated that she instinctively switched and shut down, a coping mechanism from years of taking on everything and everyone else’s problems and emotions while ignoring her own. She had me, but Everly forced to be independent, endure, and never rely on anyone instinctively recoiled inside herself. She would deal, conquer

the pressure of drowning herself. She took on the persona and got things done. The amount of impact she had with rogues and how much they looked up to her did not hit

it represented. Everly, Zoe, and Macey were never rogue. The three of them brought hope

Everly grips my hand as I step beside her. And I give it a squeeze. “You don’t have to be strong, you know,” I whisper. “Yeah, I do, for them,” she whispers

waited by the exit doors, and Everly let me go. She walked toward them, they wrapped their arms around her waist. The rogues looked up to the girls, and Macey, despite being older and Zoe younger, both looked to Everly. She was the chief of the village they built. She was their

unconditional love. Ava, for so long, had a strained relationship with her sister and knew she wasn’t Everly’s only sister now. I could see the pain in her eyes as she watched them. But like true Queens, they stopped, and Macey offered out her hand to Ava, who took it, letting