Page 104 of Alpha's Regret: My Luna Has A Son

“Seriously, I have been looking for you everywhere,” he says, shaking his head.

“Uh, okay. Why? But more importantly, do you know where Valen is with my son?”

“At home, I think. He sent me to watch you for the night.”

I growl, shoving past him and heading toward my office. Only, when I get there, I can hear banging inside the room and some strange noises. I push my office door open, wondering who’s inside before stopping dead in my tracks at the sight before me.

Marcus walks in behind me and bumps into me before freezing beside me. Looking up at Marcus to make sure we’re in the same reality, I see his mouth has fallen open in shock before he puts his hand over my eyes. I slap his hand away and try to take a step, about to back out of the room quietly. Then Marcus, of course, makes shit awkward by clearing his throat and drawing attention to the fact we’re in the room.

My plan was to back away slowly and pretend I did not just see one of my best friends bent over my desk with her pants around her ankles while Tatum pounds into her. They both jump, and I try to bail, but Marcus is blocking the door with his huge-ass body.

I glance everywhere but at the pair of them, though Marcus has no issues openly staring at them. I elbow him while poor Macey, who looks mortified at being busted, scrambles to put her clothes on.

“You should really put a sock on the door, or maybe just lock it,” Marcus taunts. Tatum clears his throat, yanking his pants up.

“We were… um… filing… and…” Tatum glances at Macey.

“And tripped and fell into her vagina. It happens all the time. I, myself, hate when that happens,” Marcus finishes for him while shaking his head laughing.

“Fucking filing? Do I look like a damn cabinet, you idiot?” Macey growls.

“If you were, I would definitely stick my files in you,” Tatum says as Macey buttons up her blouse; she growls at him.

“Next time, can you pick a room and not my desk?” I ask, still not looking at them. I will definitely be taking some sanitizer to that desk later. Maybe even buy another. I don’t think I’ll ever look at it again without seeing Macey bent over it.

“I thought you were off at four?” I ask her.

“I did, but Tatum asked for help.”

“Wait, why are you still here?”

“I haven’t left,” Tatum says.

“Jenny didn’t show up?”

Tatum shakes his head and shrugs.

“Jenny wasn’t on today; Blair was. And she never showed. I tried calling her, and that was when I met…” She glances at Tatum. “…your friend. Did you get a hold of Emily? Zoe tried this morning and couldn’t,” Macey asks, and I shake my head.

“No, I was about to go over there and check on her.”

“Maybe Blair caught the bug too?” Macey says, but this is getting too strange. I’ve lost two receptionists in two days, and multiple other staff are already sick.

“Okay, call Jenny and see if she can fill in; I’m heading over to the commune,” I tell Macey, who picks up the phone.

Shit! Valarian, I think. Pulling my phone out, I quickly dial Valen’s phone, which is switched off. I growl and look at Marcus.

“Mind-link your Alpha and ask where my son is.”

“If you let him mark you, you could mind-link him yourself,” Marcus taunts. I roll my eyes before watching his eyes glaze over. I wait when he sighs.

“He said he’s taking Valarian for the night,” Marcus tells me, and I press my lips in a line before walking out to the parking lot; I’ll pick him up on the way home. When I get out there, I curse, realizing I don’t have a car thanks to Valen and turn around to head back home to see if I can borrow Zoe’s. Only, when I turn around, I smack into Marcus again.

“What are you doing?” I ask him, seeing that he was following me.

“Uh, coming with you,” he says.

“You are not. And you’re not staying at my place either. Go home and– Wait, have you got a car?”

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