Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 117

Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son by Jessicahall Chapter 117

We had an entire week of funerals and memorials. Everything felt wrong, though, the city was quiet as we tried to settle back into life. Tatum was in an induced coma. They saved his leg, but infection spread everywhere, and Macey had been sick with worry, barely leaving his bedside. Zoe and I had been alternating with taking Taylor. Ava busied herself with work, and so did I.

Anything to take my mind off how quickly everything spiraled out of control. Coming home from work, I had been holed up in my office, which was finally finished, going over documents from both packs.

The accounting from the hotel and scraping money left-right, the center to paying bills. Then I spent all afternoon helping Ava move her stuff back home from the apartment out the back of the hotel, which Macey would now take over.

Walking inside, Valen looked over the back of the couch, and the beer in his hand didn’t escape my eyes as he quickly placed it down to turn to look at me.

“I put your dinner in the microwave, and Valarian asked for you at bedtime,” Valen says and I nod while dumping my handbag on the hallstand. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? I have been calling all afternoon. And you shoved me out of the mind link,” he said, his tone clipped at the end.

“I was with my father and Ava. I helped her move back in with dad,” I answered while moving to the kitchen; I heated up my dinner. I was exhausted, and even eating seemed like a major task. Valen strolls into the kitchen, and I eye the bottle in his hand.

He quickly tips it up and drains it, tossing it in the recycling. He catches me watching him when he turns around and arches an eyebrow. “What?” he demands. “You know how I feel about you drinking. And I definitely don’t want you drinking around Valarian,”’ I tell him, and he scoffs.

“Right. Because I’m an alcoholic?” he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, and I lean back on the counter and fold my arms across my chest. . “Don’t put words in my mouth Valen; I never said that. I just said I don’t like you drinking.

But hey, if you say you are, you must be,” I sighed. I so did not want to argue tonight. He growls but moves closer, his hEL]}3)x{s going to my bump as he caresses it. “I only had one. And Valarian is asleep. And I am not an alcoholic.

Geez, Everly, I don’t obliterate myself,” he says before leaning closer. He dips his face closer, his lips brushing mine softly before biting my bottom lip playfully. I roll my eyes, pushing on his shoulders, and he chuckles, stepping back and opening the microwave when it dings.

He grabs the plate out, sitting on the kitchen bench. “Did you sort out the finances for the hotel and find out how much is owing to the contractors?” he asked, and I nodded. “And you paid it?” he asked, and I growled before walking over to my handbag and grabbing his card out. I hand it to him, but he pushes my hand away. “Keep it,” he says, and I shake my head but place it back while he fetches me a fork. “The real estate agent rang today, She said Alpha Daxon from Slasher pack wants to repurchase the land from behind his pack,” I tell him, and he nods.

“Yes, he wants to build some training grounds. He mentioned even wanting to train with our pack for a bit.” TA “Sounds like a plan. Also, I got at weird message from Carter today,” I admit.

Valen points to the table, and I sit down while he brings my plate over, setting it in front of me. “How did he get your number?” Valen asks, and I shrug. It wouldn’t be hard, probably from his father’s files. “What did he want?” “Asked if we had settled the debt.

Carter said he found the paperwork and banks statements,” “What did you say?” “I told him the truth, then offered him the titles for the back of his pack.

But he said no,” I shrug. “Yeah, his father wiped every cent from the pack’s accounts, I say the pack will be dismantled if he doesn’t do something soon.” “So, what should I do?” I asked. 1 “I will talk to him tomorrow and handle it. And from what the investigators said, we owe Nixon nothing.

As soon as he is found, he will be brought before the council and probably executed, anyway. Carter wasn’t a part of that agreement, so has no warrant to claim it, and he was the one who also one who infected your mother so he can’t claim money for the vaccine.”

“Have they seen any sign of Nixon?” I asked, moaning as I spear a piece of ravioli into my mouth, the sauce was heavenly. Valen chuckles, leaning down and licking the sauce off my lips. “I have something you can moan around that tastes better,” he offers.

“Somehow, I think this tastes better,” I teased, spearing another piece and popping it in my mouth. He laughs, pecking my lips before walking off into the bathroom.