Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 122

Ava POV

Carter had me moved, and I appeared to be in some basement. I had been asleep for a few hours or maybe days I was unsure when I heard the door open. The man I hadn’t recognized in my dazed state came down the stars. His scent was familiar, and I couldn’t figure out why at first. He had a blue cap on his head and a handkerchief tied around his face like last time. Yet with my sense of smell and taste returning, my eyes widened when I recognized the scent. A scent I smelled around Amber. Micah!

He walked over to me, where I sat in the corner, my wrist handcuffed to a drainpipe. He produces a needle, stabbing it into my thigh, and I yank on my restraints and snarl at him when he turns and simply walks back toward the stairs.

My eyes began to blur, yet I fought to keep them open. 

“Micah!” I tried to call, but my voice was barely a murmur, yet it was enough to make him freeze on the bottom step, and his entire body tensed as he gripped the handrail. He turned slowly, and his eyes roamed over me, and I knew without a doubt it was him. 

Something shriveled inside me and died as it dawned on me that he raped the mother of his child.

“When they kill you, I hope it’s slow,” I growl at him.

He growls and stalks toward me, “They will never know, and you won’t be alive to tell them,” he sneers, gripping the back of my hair. I glare at him. 

“No woman forgets the face of the man that fathered her child, just like they never forget the face of their rapist,” I sneer at him, and he shoves me back. My head bangs on the pipe, and he rips his hat off, clutches his hair, and screams in frustration. 

“Fuck!” he curses, kicking a wooden chair.

“I had no fucking choice. Do you think I could just stand there and watch? They would have fucking killed me!”

“You deserve far worse for what you did, and I can’t wait for Marcus to give it to you,” I spit at him through clenched teeth. 

“She won’t remember. They drugged her,” he says, shaking his head. I don’t know if he was trying to convince himself of that or me. Either way, he was wrong. 

Zoe was out of it, but she was not that far gone. She wouldn’t have missed a scent she was accustomed to through her daughter. My head spun throbbed where I bumped it, and Micah scratches his chin when he snarls. Wandering around the basement, looking at the shelves, he snatches a piece of timber.

“I am not going to jail because of you,” he sneers, tapping the timber on the palm of his hand, my eyes open frantically as he stalks toward me, and I yank on the cuffs in a last-ditch effort to free myself.

 “They don’t need to know, and Carter was planning on killing you anyway,” he says slowly, trying to convince himself this would work. He lifts the piece of timber, and I gasp when he swings it, clenching my eyes shut, only I hear a crash instead. My eyes open, and I sag against the wall in a huffed wheeze when I see Carter shove him. I didn’t even hear him come in.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Carter bellows, gripping the front of his shirt. Micah was on his back, hands up in surrender. Carter snarls at him before shoving him.

Yet the tension rolling off Carter was palpable, his Alpha aura menacing and straighteners his suit. He picks up the knocked-over wooden chair, sits the chair back upright, and takes a seat.He puts his head in his hands. 

“Zoe?” I murmured. My lip quivered, and Carter’s head lifted, and his eyes went to me before flicking away.

“Your friend is alive. The rogue girl Macey got her,” he says, staring off blankly at the concrete wall behind me. He mutters, but my ears can’t pick up the sound, and I let out a breath of relief.

At least Zoe is alright. Micah sits up and tries to get to his feet.

Carter watches him, and his lips press in a line when the two thugs come down the stairs from before. My muscles start to go numb, and tears burn my eyes when they move toward me.