Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 141

Macey POV 

Istared at Carter's body for god knows how long before I came back to my senses.I glanced around the room, and it suddenly looked a lot different.

It was depressing before, but now it was as cold and dead as I felt inside.

My nose still hadn't stopped bleeding, and vertigo washed over me as I stood up.I stagger, moving toward the bag Carter had brought back with him.

Undoing the zip, I rummage through it, looking for the key before remembering it was around his neck, and I glanced at his body tucked in bed as if he was sleeping.

Hesitantly, I move toward him before pulling the blanket back.My hand shakes as I reach forward, grab the chain around his neck, and yank it.

The gold chain snaps, and I quickly shove the blanket back up to cover him.

Tears spill over, and I wipe my eyes, trying to clear them when my vision turns red.

I blink, trying to clear them and rub at them furiously, to see my hands come back bloody, making me gape at them.I knew it would be harmful to kill a mate, yet I didn't consider myself dying beside him.I didn't want to die here.I wanted to see my little girl one last time, to at least tell her I love her, to see her face one last time.

However, looking at my hands, I didn't want her to remember me this way if this was going to be my future, my very short future.I choke back a sob and undo the chain around my ankle.

When a crack of thunder makes the world seem like its ending as the cabin rattles and the floor shakes with its violent tremor.It was now pouring down with rain, and I knew I would be walking blindly out there, especially since I wasn't sure if I could shift.

Something felt like it was rotting me from the inside out.

As if my soul was rotting as quickly as my body.I felt sickly, and I knew this was the consequence of me killing my mate.Yet I had to try.I may not be able to go home and see Taylor, but I needed to get somewhere my body could be found.I didn't want her growing up, not knowing if I abandoned her or if I was dead.No, I would at least give her a body to bury.

Glancing at Carter, so much anger boiled within me.

"I hate you!" I screamed at him before collapsing to the ground.

I punched the ground, my fist slamming into the shitty wood as I screamed my anguish, frustration pain.My knuckles bleed as they split, and I clutch my hair, ripping at it.I wanted to hurt something, anything, myself, for feeling so weak.

Thated him, hated him.

The man took everything from me.

Everything and everyone he touched was destroyed.He destroyed Zoe.

He destroyed me.

But I hated him most, knowing he had just destroyed my baby because she would have to grow up without the one person who loved her most.I knew Everly and Zoe would look after her, and I knew they wouldn't stop looking until they found what was left of me but no would love her the way I do.I may not be able to raise her, but they would for me.I choked on a sob, cursing at how fucked up this was.

How cruel life was that I not only lost a mate but my daughter too.

That saying, ‘you don't know what you have until you lose it" seemed to laugh at me.

Because I never pictured finding my mate and losing him.

Never pictured having my daughter and not being able to raise her.

Never thought I would die without watching her become the woman she is destined to be.I would have been content to be mateless as long as I served my purpose, to see her through to adulthood when she didn't need me anymore.

That was my life's purpose, to raise my baby, and now the only such purpose I had left was to get to a road so my body could be found, so she had something to bury.

I could not die peacefully, knowing she would wonder if I left her, abandoned her.

When I am done destroying myself, I look at the fistfuls of hair and my bloody fists.

Numbness spreads over me, cold and uncaring, as I inhale a shaky breath.

The air thickens with the storm as it pelts the tin roof.

All my fight was gone, it left, and I was as dead as the bond I shared with him.

Yet deep down, I knew I had to move, I needed to get up.

Dragging myself to my feet, I stare at the door, swallowing down my sadness as I take a step toward it when it bursts open making me jump.

Istared at the darkness outside before a low, deep growl vibrated throughout the cabin as an enormous wolf I recognized not only by scent but by his fur to be John.

His paws made the floorboards creak as he stepped inside, and my legs gave out from under me, realizing I wouldn't have to die alone.

Footsteps on the stairs outside reach my ears when John spots me.

"He's dead," I tell him.

His body relaxes, and Kalen steps in behind him, pushing the door open more, and John shifts back.I turn my gaze away, knowing he is naked.

John moves toward the bed, and I hear the blanket get yanked back.

"That he is."

John states, and I look at Kalen, who nods at John's words.

"Good.Now, what are you doing on the floor?" Kalen asks, and Iblink at him.

"Dying!" I laugh, rolling my eyes at him.

Great, now I was numb.I could joke about my own death.

"Nonsense, that's what death looks like," Kalen says as he points to Carter.

"Is that an antler?" John asks, holding up the bloody piece of bone.

Kalen shakes his head at John before turning his attention back to me.

"Well, time to clean this mess up," Kalen says, moving toward me, and I snort.

He crouches in front of me.

"I killed my mate," I tell him.

"So did I," Kalen whispers, but I shake my head.

"Maybe not the same way, but I killed my Val.You know it,and I know it.What you did was brave.What I did was cowardly," Kalen tells me, gripping my face in his hands.

"Now get up.You have a little girl to get home to.And I got grandbabies to meet," Kalen says.