Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 95

Read Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son by Jessica hall Chapter 95 – Valen POV

Pulling up at the Mountainview Hotel, fire trucks lined the front of the Hotel. Police and flashing lights. It was a total fiasco. I could see Everly’s truck and my father parked beside it and getting Valarian out of the car. While Macey stood by the car, my father was quick to get Valarian and waved to Zoe in question, who rushed over with Casey. She thanks him. Yet I couldn’t see Everly anywhere. The entire building was on fire, flames spewing out the windows that burst from the extreme heat that could be felt from where I parked behind my father on the main road. People were running everywhere, and police and ambulances were also on the scene.

I glance around, waving to Zoe, and jog over to her and Marcus. Marcus had a tablet in his hand and people lined the path, standing at the evacuation point as he finished checking names off.

“Everyone is accounted for, the fire started in the kitchen, thankfully the alarms tripped still from the backup batteries so no loss of life,” Marcus tells me and I noticed the tablet was a list of who was in the hotel and where everyone checked off and accounted for but one. Ava was handing out bottled water and checking those Marcus marked off.

“Where is Everly?” I ask. Seeing my father drive off with Casey and Valarian, he honks the horn and I nod to him. Zoe looks around before pointing between two firetrucks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“The other buildings?” I ask Macey as she comes over.

“Fine, it was contained in the main building. The apartments out the back and events rooms and storage sheds are fine, only the main hotel,” she answers, and at least that was a relief. I nod glancing at Everly who stood in her pink and white cloud pajamas with her back to us. Moving across the large lawn, I head over to her.

When I spoke to her she was hysterical, but now I felt nothing but blistering fiery anger, so hot it would give the inferno in front of us a run for its money. Yet the underlying feeling below it was pure devastation. This place was as much her baby as Valarian was. This was hers. Coming up behind her, she stared at the flames eating away her village, a village she built.

I gripped her shoulders, coming up behind her, but she just stared ahead. I didn’t know what to say. There was no comfort I could offer to make this right.

“I’ll rebuild, this is why we have insurance, this is why I have a failsafe, the main thing is no one is hurt, this place can be restored, lives can’t be replaced,” she says as I rest my chin on her shoulder and wrap my arms around her.

“I’m sorry, Love,” I tell her and she nods once in acknowledgment of my words but says nothing else. Media and reporters started lining the streets behind us, murmurs could be heard, police taking statements. I wandered off, helping where I could and so did Everly, organizing buses to take everyone to my hotel that was staying here. Yet when the flames were gone, the place was nothing but a husk of what once was. Everly watched the last fire truck leave, but the media lingered, taking any last-minute scraps they could for their headlines. B****y vultures.

“Come on,” I tell her, trying to lead her away, but she shakes her head and walks toward the building. I needed to get Valarian to school, so we would have to come back. Yet I had a feeling Everly wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

“They warned me,” Everly said, staring up at what’s left. The structure was sound, but the place was gutted. Yet despite it all, the building still stood, the brickwork tainted black, the render crumbling and the place hollow.

“This is because of the petition, because I fought for the rogues, for this city and this is how they repay me,” she growls.

“They won’t stop, will they?” she asks, glancing at me. I hang my head, knowing this would be the beginning.

“What’s next Valen? What would your next move be, if you were Nixon?” she asks.

“You think it was Nixon?”

“Who else,” she says.

“Everly? I…”‘ I glance around at the media still lingering, watching curiously when she walks off toward the wreck.

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Everly POV

The place was destroyed as I stared at my heart and soul burned to charcoal. I stared at the front door of the office. I could picture it like it was yesterday. The night before it poured, and I had all but given up, until I met the woman that sat on a chair with a smoke hanging between her lips by that very door. On a plastic faded chair, the way her eyes looked me up and down with no judgment.

Valen comes over to me while I stare at the spot she sat that day, wet from walking, hopeless, and homeless. He rubs my arms from behind me.

“We should go,” Valen whispers. I point to the spot.

“That is where I met your mother,” I tell him. “I thought she was one of the people staying here. She had smoke hanging out of her mouth.” I chuckle.

“She offered me a place to stay, a hot meal, and then a job. But she gave me so much more than that,” I tell him.

“This place,” Valen says. I shake my head.

“Hope. She gave me hope. Then she gave me a family, and then a home,” I tell him looking up at what’s left.

I point to the room directly above us. “That is where I stayed. The next morning I came out to her calling out to me, her truck loaded with baby stuff for Valarian. There was so much stuff,” I sniffled.

“It takes a village to raise a child. We are going to build our own village. Your mother told me that, and we did.” I tell him before stepping through the front door of the office, the glass door all shattered and glass crunched under my feet, the walls black and some of the floors still smoldered. I walked out the back to my office, which used to be her apartment.

“Everly! It’s not safe,” Valen calls out to me while rushing in after me. Yet I didn’t care, I had to see if it survived. The safe was fireproof, and it held something more precious then gold. It had my letter.

Everything was covered in soot, the room crumbling around me as I fished my keys from my pocket and kneeled next to the safe. “Everly, we shouldn’t be in here! They haven’t cleared the entire place yet,” Valen says but through my tears, I place the key in and twist before pulling it out and using another key to twist the next lock and the next. The keypad for the digital screen melted, but the manual locks were fine. My heart beat faster when I heard the final lock click.