Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 76

Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son Chapter 76

Pressing my lips in a line, I walked over to them, where they were harassing the receptionist.

“Why are you in my territory?” I snap at him, and h e turns his attention away from the girl behind the counter that looks relieved.

“Your doctors wouldn’t answer my questions, and one hung up on my wife, ” John says, pointing an accusing finger at me.

“Your point being?”

“She is our f*cking daughter,” he snarled.

“What, now she is your daughter because you had no issues disowning her?” I snap at him, and he glares at me.

“Leave!” I tell him, and he growls. Ava grips my arm, and I pull mine away.

“Please,” she says, and I look at her. I know Everly didn’t have issues with her sister, hurt by the fact she never continued their relationship,  but she didn’t blame Ava. Her father. However, she had washed her hands of after what he did.

“You can come to see her. You remain here,” I tell her father, who growls before Ava looks up at him. ” Please, dad,” he sighs. I raise an eyebrow at him to see if he would challenge me on this, but he nods to her, and I tell her the room number before she goes to duck up the stairs.

“Give this to my father and son,” I tell her, giving her the paper bag and one coffee. She nods quickly, taking it and heading up to see her sister.

Sipping my coffee, John stalks off to the cafeteria and orders his own. I received a text from my father asking if it was alright that Ava just got there or if he should make her leave. I replied that it was fine and that I would back up soon before placing my phone in my pocket.

“I’m not here looking for trouble, Valen, ” John says when I come up behind him.

“Good because if you are, you just found it, ” I tell him. He glares at the barista, who rushes around quickly, making his coffee.

“Why are you here?” I ask him. “She is my daughter,”

“Bullsh*t, you didn’t care that she was your daughter when she fell pregnant with my son,” I tell him, pulling a chair out at a nearby table. The barista hands him his coffee, and he pulls out the other. The entire cafeteria falls silent, and I look around to find it empty except for the barista, who stood staring wide-eyed at us, sitting at a table together.

“Tell me the real reason, or leave. I will drop Ava back at your borders later, and who let you cross?” I ask him.

“Nobody, I just drove in. You dropped your border patrols, remember for the rogues, ” he says, and I had forgotten entirely. I nod, sipping my coffee and sitting back in my chair. I could tell he was uncomfortable.

“I won’t let you ruin her again,” I tell him.

“I didn’t ruin her. You did. She was a good kid; I had no issues with her growing up until you got your filthy hands on her,” he snarled.

“Yet you have no issues trying to palm your other daughter off to me, so what is it you want?”

“Nothing, I am just here to check on her,”

“I don’t believe you,” I tell him, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“I need,”

“There it is. You aren’t here to check on Everly at all. You want something, ” I tell him.

“Your father and I had a deal; he broke it, “

“A f*cking deal for what? I marry Ava. Then what?”

“We have an alliance, that’s what.” My brows furrow at his words.

“I don’t buy it; you’re hiding something, ” I argue. John sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“How is she?” he asked, drinking from his cup. “Alive, and now marked, “

“So she is awake?” I shake my head.

“No, not yet,” I answer, leaning forward and bracing my arms on the table. I scratched my beard that was growing. I felt dirty but actually didn’t mind how it looked. Though as soon as I got my hands on a razor, it was going.

“The other girl, Emma, Emery?” he asks, and I could  see he was trying to make small talk.

“Emily?” I ask.

“Yes, that one,”

“She lost a leg, and they aren’t sure she will make it. Emily isn’t strong enough to fight off the infection.”

“She never found her mate?” John asks.

“She is rogue. What do you think?”

“I know she is rogue, goddamn it, I’m just saying she might stand a chance if she had one,” John snapped at me.

“As far as I know, she hasn’t, and since when do you care about rogues?” I ask.

“I don’t,” he says, folding his arms across his chest and staring at me. His eyes run over me before they flick away.