Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 64

Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son Chapter 64

Kalen POV

Something must have happened with that woman I saw leaving as I watched Everly leave. She seemed upset, turning back to Valarian and little Casey. Both were in a mood.

“Poppy, can you get us a drink?” Valarian asked, and I smiled. He looked so much like Valen when he was his

age, his big amber eyes looking back at me reminded me of his father, though Valen had grown out of his dimples.

“Of course. What would you like?” I asked them both.

“Banana milkshake,” Casey squealed, and I smiled before looking at Valarian, though I had a funny feeling of what he would ask for before he said it, especially if he was indeed like his father.

“Vanilla, please,” I nodded, happy I was right before looking around for the servers. Not seeing any, I spied the bar, which only had a small line.

“Okay, wait here; I will be right back. I am just going over there,” I point the bar out, which was only a couple of meters away before stepping through the playground’s safety gate. Excited for the day I planned out to distract the kids.

It kind of reminded me of when I used to take Valen out. Every Sunday was our day. Every Sunday was an adventure when he was a small boy, always hunting for unknown places to take him.

I place the kid’s orders and order them some subs to take with us too, before turning to look back at them. I waved before realizing they were gone.

Two minutes, if that, I had turned around for only a few moments and they just disappeared. Racing back to the playground, I searched the tunnels, climbed into the cubbyholes at the top, and checked the slides. They were gone, and my stomach sank, my heart racing like a drum at the thought of losing them.

“Hey, the kids, the kids that were in here, did you see where they went?” I asked, grabbing a security guard’s arm. He looked behind me at the playground and shrugged.

“I didn’t see any kids, Alpha Kalen,”

“I want all hotel security looking for a boy and girl. The girl is in a pink dress with, um, um, what is the name?” I tried to think of the name of that show she liked, the one Valen complained about. “Trolls, it’s a pink troll’s dress, the boy a light blue button-up shin and navy slacks,” the guard stans rattling off their descriptions across his radio before

turning to me. “Their names?”

“Casey and Valarian,” I tell him scanning the wine the gardens for any trace of them. How could I lose them, and why would they leave?

“And whose kids are they are?”

” My grandkids just fucking find them,” I snapped, darting off and yanking my phone from my pocket. My hands shook as I punched in the numbers, I dial my son’s number again, missing a couple of numbers in my haste as I ran through the foyer, looking for any sign of them. I manage to dial the correct numbers a few seconds later, scanning the place while I wait for my son to answer.

“What’s up?” My stomach sank at the thought of what I was about to tell him, and I felt sick like I was about to throw up. Everly, and he would never trust me again. My heart

thudded painfully against my ribs, so hard I was at serious risk of heart attack. Do these kids not realize I am old? I can’t get a fright like this.

“I lost them, I lost the kids,”

“What do you mean, you lost them?” my son snapped, his voice slightly hysterical.

“They were right there, then I went to get them a milkshake, and I turned around. They were gone,” I panicked, racing through the restaurants and bars, looking for them.

“They couldn’t have gone far; I am on my way.” Valen replies.

“Okay, I will ring Everly,” I tell him, dreading that call.

“No, let’s see if we can find them first. They couldn’t have left the hotel,” Valen says, hanging up.

I had every member of available staff looking for them, the entire security personnel was searching, and even a few police has showed up to help me search the damn place when a call came over the radio.

“Found them. They were in the kitchens hiding,” A chef calls over the radio. The immense relief I felt could not be explained as I made my way to their location. Pulling my phone out, I called my son back to let him know, and he told me he was nearly here. No doubt to rouse at the kids for hiding on me. Wal king into the kitchens, both kids were sitting on milk crates, the chef standing over them with his arms folded not looking impressed.

“I caught them tampering with the mayor’s wife’s food,” the chef tells me, and I put my hand on my hips.