Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 75

Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son Chapter 75

Valen POV

I placed Everly in the waiting ambulance, ordering Marcus to watch Valarian for me since he remained behind with Zoe. Once we got to the hospital, Emily was placed in an induced coma; they had no idea what was wrong with her, just know that Forsaken saliva was poisonous; the amount of bacteria they carried had baffled us for years. We weren’t sure what changed in their DNA once made forsaken, which is part of the reason our city rarely banishes those out. Everly was slowly healing and had drips coming out of her everywhere and antibiotics. The infection ravaging her body was mild, and the few wounds I received had already healed.

I had noticed that forsaken bites had never really affected me, something to do with the genetic mutation in my bloodline, which was now shared with Valarian. Everly, however, didn’t share it, although her marking me seemed to have some effect on her ability to heal a little quicker, whereas Emily was knocking at death’s door.  

One of the pack doctors came in. He was an older man around my father’s age, with grey hair tied at the back of his neck and growing a short beard. He walks in carrying Everly’s notes in his hands. I had been sitting here for three days now, waiting for her to wake up. At least now, she had a bit more color about her.

He checks the charts on the end of her bed before hooking another bag of something to her drip. “She is doing much better. I suppose she has you to thank for that. Although she  would  heal a lot faster if you marked her,” Doc says to me.

“I know you don’t want to mark her against her will. But Alpha, I am sure given the circumstance, she would understand, ” Doc says when I go to protest.

“You said she is doing better,” I tell him, and he nods, “She is, but she isn’t out of the woods yet. You know how forsaken bites go. One minute they are fine, then the next,” He doesn’t finish, instead, looking at Everly worriedly. I scrub my hands down my face before rubbing my eyes that felt like sandpaper.

“What of Emily?” I asked. Scouts scoured the area for her son but found no sign of him. We don’t even know where she came from. Nothing made sense, and we had zero leads.

“She isn’t doing so well; I am not sure she will make it. We had to amputate one of her legs already,

” Doc tells me, and I sigh.

“Also, Everly’s mother keeps ringing the hospital; Alpha John also has rang to check on her,” my brows furrowed. For years they wanted nothing to do with her, and now, suddenly, they gave a sh*t?

“What did you tell them?” I ask him.

“Nothing, of course, they aren’t on her list of emergency contacts, but..”

“But what?”

“They are her parents, Alpha. Maybe you should let them know. You should probably go home too. I will ring if anything changes or if she wakes up,” I look over at Everly, still unconscious. The thought of leaving made my stomach turn.

“And think about what I said about marking her. She isn’t dying, but it would speed things up,” Doc tells me, and I bite the inside of my lip and nod. If she was on the brink of death, I would take her wrath, yet I wondered if she would hate me if I just marked her to speed up the healing process.

Valarian kept asking for her, and I had managed to shield him away from what was really going on, but that would only last so long before he demanded to see her. Getting up, my back cracks, and I stretch, having been in that chair for days now. I walk over to her bedside, running my fingers up her arm. Sparks zap at my fingers from the bond and goosebumps rose on her arms from my touch.

“Forgive me,” I whisper, leaning down and cupping the back of her neck. I kiss her lips and tilt her head to the side. Feeling my canines elongate, I sink them into her neck. Sparks rushed over my body everywhere, and I could taste the remnants of the poison in her blood, taste it on my tongue before I felt my chest thump erratically in my chest.

My chest felt like it was expanding, the  bond forging, and I felt the moment our souls entwined, her sleepy state rolling over me, and she moaned in her sleep. Even comatose, she had always reacted to my touch, but this was something else. A deep longing like she was fighting to come back to  me, her worry for Valarian. So many things plagued her even whilst in this state, and I could feel everything that made her her bleed into me. Everly completed me and filled a void I wasn’t aware existed until I marked her.

Moving her over on the bed, I climbed in beside her, not wanting to leave her side, hoping my warmth and our bond would be enough to rouse her awake while also praying she didn’t want to kill me when she woke and realized I marked her without consent. But Doc was right, it would speed up her ability to heal, and she had our little boy waiting at home with my father for his mother to come home.

I ended up falling asleep beside her, only to wake up when my phone started vibrating in my back pocket. There was no change in Everly. She still remained unconscious. Pulling my phone out, I yawned and glanced at the screen. My father was calling. Answering it, I held the phone to my ear.

“Yep, ” I ask him. We still weren’t talking yet; I trusted no one more than my father with Valarian. He may be why my mother is dead, but he was a good father. And I knew he would protect my son with his life.

“Valarian wants to see his mother. Now don’t be mad, but I have brought him to the hospital. We are downstairs,” I growled. I didn’t want Valarian to see her like this.

“Valen, don’t make my mistakes. Don’t keep him from her,” my father says.

” I would never make your mistakes, father,” I tell him before telling him the room number. I hop off the bed, trying my best to cover her a little better and hide the tubes and needles in her veins.

However, it was pointless. Nothing I did would shield him from her helpless state. Hearing a knock on the door, I open it to see my father. Valarian stood peering around him with frightened eyes. Glaring at my father. He shrugs.

“You shouldn’t have brought him here; he looks terrified,” I tell my father, reaching down for my son.

“He misses his mother and you. What else was I supposed to do? He refused to go to school until he saw her,” he answers. I growl, turning to look at my son. His eyes peering over my shoulder at his mother, I step into the room, and my father follows, standing off to the side.

“See, she is alright; she is just sleeping, ” I tell Valarian, squeezing him tight. It felt like ages since I saw him last.

“Go, get a coffee and something to eat. I will sit with them, ” my father says, and my eyes go to my son, who was whispering to his mother to wake up.