Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Valen POV

Dad’s place was like a shrine of my childhood; even today, he still had my artwork framed on his walls, photos hung on the walls, and on all the furniture.

Growing up, his entire life revolved around raising me, and his house showed that clearly.

Despite having done some horrid things in the past; he loved me, and that much showed.

One thing I loved, though, was seeing that some of Valarian’s artwork and school stuff was also displayed like treasured possessions alongside mine. It was embarrassing that he kept some of this crap, yet I knew it meant something to him despite how crappy my art skills were. Dad cooked dinner for us and we watched movies, trying to keep the TV off after the media displayed everything from the challenge.

Valarian didn’t need to see that or become involved in ad-ults issues, so after the fourth headline, dad put a movie on.

Later that night, Valarian wouldn’t sleep without talking to his mother, so I let him call her. Still, he was restless, tossing and turning on the couch as I rested my head. My father had muted the TV, and we were watching it with captions.

“Everly alright?” He asks, and I nod.

“I have Tatum staying with her. He is outside the door,” I tell him, and he nods.

Our argument was broadcasted across every TV station. Luckily, no one knew what it was about, and John and Claire were tight-lipped and said no comment when interviewed. John even slapped one of the reporters for coming too near.

It was all on display, and assumptions were made, so it would only be a matter of time before they figured it out.

Dad had been quiet most of the night and let me be, though I could tell he was itching to say something. Turning my head, I looked over at him to find him watching Valarian, whose head was in my lap.

“Just say it. I can see it is eating you up, so out with it,” I tell him. Dad sighs and I turn my attention to him.

“Don’t make my mistakes,” he says, and I roll my eyes.

“I’m not abandoning her as you did, mum,” I tell him, and he takes a deep breath. He shakes his head.

“Your mother was a spitfire. When my father met her, he told her she would never be good enough for an Alpha. That her status was as low as a dog,” he says before laughing and shaking his head.

“You find that funny?” I ask him, shocked he would laugh over that.

“No, Valen. I don’t. I always regretted not standing up to him, but what she did next is what made me laugh,” he chuckles.

“What did she do?”

“She slapped him and said, no, your son isn’t good enough for me, and the only fleabag was the twat standing in front of her.” he say then laughs.

“Bet grandpa didn’t take that well,” I tell him, remembering the old prick. He was nasty right up until he died. Dad looked after him in his old age. He only lasted a year after my grandmother died.

“No, of course not. Yet I kept sneaking off to see her, and she did whatever she could to make sure he found out about it,” dad chuckled.

“She was right, though. I wasn’t good enough for her. Your mother was tougher than I was. It wasn’t about titles with her. She didn’t care I was Alpha, she didn’t care who my father was, and she sure as shit didn’t care that she pissed him off. She and her pack of rogues turned up to every council meeting, causing havoc. Yet no matter what she did, she never admitted to anyone that I was her mate.” he tells me.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“She knew it would cost my reputation, and she didn’t want to ruin it. Once my father stood down and handed the title over, she hoped I would help her, back her, and claim her.”