Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 18

Valen POV

4 years Later

I stared at my father as he gave me one of his many lectures. It irritated me that he thought he could still dictate my life. My secretary comes in, placing a steaming cup of coffee on my desk as he droned on before handing him one. He sips it before leaning forward and putting it on my desk, the sight instantly irritating me. Two f*cking inches away, he knows how much I hate it. I grab his mug and place it on the coaster before sitting back.

“You need to sort your life out Valen, you are getting too old to be messing around constantly with these whores you play with and getting blind drunk every night. If I had known you would be this irresponsible, I never would have handed the pack over to you,“

“My personal life is none of your business; I am a good Alpha,“

“You are a f*cking drunk, “ He bellows at me, and I smack the table with my fist. His anger instantly died down.

“I am just saying you are twenty-nine -years -old, just find some bitch and mark her so she can spit out an heir for the Pack,“

“Not happening; the only person I have kids with is my mate, “ I tell him.

“29 years, and you still haven’t found her. Give up on the idea and just choose a woman. At this rate, you will be my age by the time you have your first child Valen, this isn’t about you. It is about your pack, “ He says. My father growls at me, I lean back in my chair, grabbing the document off my desk to look at it when Marcus walks in.

Relief floods me at seeing him. He bows his head to my father. “Alpha Kalen, “ He says to his former Alpha.

“Your dismissed father, “ I tell him, wanting him gone. He was making my headache worse.

“You can’t just dis- “

“I already did, “ I tell him, cutting him off.

He rises from his chair before grabbing his mug and sculling it. He then places it down and storms out. My eyes are on the mug when Marcus moves it back onto the coaster, knowing how crazy it makes me.

“You find out why sales dropped on all our Hotels? “ I ask him, turning back to the document in my hand of the report.

“I did, and I am going to check it out myself, “ Marcus says, making me place the document down.

“Check what out?“ I ask him, confused.

“We have competition,“ Marcus says, dumping some paperwork on my desk or actually a brochure. Picking it up, I stare down at it.

“Mountainview Hotel,“ “Since when?“ I ask him.

“Look at the star rating, “ I glance down and see it has a Five-star rating, and I read some of the reviews.

“Where has this place been built?“

“That’s the thing; it has always been there, under new management apparently. And you won’t believe it.”

“Believe what?“ I ask him.

“It’s completely run by rogues,“ he answers, shocking me further.

“I have never noticed this place, and I grew up in the City, “ I tell him, not believing it is possible. Where did a rogue get enough money to own a Hotel?

“It’s on the main drag, the first Hotel as you drive in from the western borders, backs onto the nature reserve,“ he says, but I still have no idea what he was talking about.

“F*ck you and your silver spoon, of course; you have no idea what I am talking about, near the train station. Seeing as you have never caught public transport in your life, you would have missed it“ I press my lips in a line. He was right, though. I usually stick to my own territory and hardly spend any time on the western side of the City but still, a hotel this size you would think I would notice since it was on the main street.

“Opened three and half years ago, apparently they are not only cheaper, but they have better services, and I think people are just interested in seeing a Hotel run by rogues.“

“Great its a f*cking circus for a tourist attraction, not that I have anything against rogues, I just have a hard time being f*cking outdone by them, “

“Well, I will suss it out today, “

“Don’t bother I will go, might book the Alpha meeting there. Alpha John kicked up a stink when he heard we were hosting it and wants it on neutral ground. I have another job for you anyway,“

“What’s that?“ he asks.

“I want you to distract my father,“ I tell him, and he scrunches up his face.