Page 121 of Alpha's Regret: My Luna Has A Son

“What do you mean Zoe isn’t answering? Did you knock on the door?”

Macey clears her throat before speaking in a hushed voice. “I did, but I don’t think she could hear me over all the showering sounds coming from the house,” she hisses. I snort. Who would have thought?

“They’re like damn rabbits. I’ve been up there twice now, and I swear my ears are bleeding. Anyone would think we’re running a brothel with the noises leaving your apartment.”

“What’s a brothel, Auntie Macey?” I hear Casey asking in the background.

“Uh, a place where people get foot massages,” Macey answers awkwardly. Valen chuckles, but turns the car around, hearing her.

“Yep, we’re on our way now. Meet us out the front,” I tell her.

“Thank the Goddess, but you need to talk to her.”

“Why do I have to talk to her? You’re the eldest?” I say.

“Because I can’t say anything after what you saw the other day, and don’t say you didn’t tell Zoe; I know you did. And you're the only one not getting laid–… foot massages around here,” Macey corrects herself.

“Uh, no, you talk to her.”

“I’ll rock-paper-scissors you for it.”

“Fine. Deal. But don’t cry when I win, like I always do.”

Valen raises an eyebrow at me and shakes his head. I say goodbye and hang up the phone.

“Are you two seriously going to fight over who’s giving Zoe the sex talk?”

“Yes. Unless you want to do it?” I ask hopefully.

“Not a chance. Wait, what do I get for it if I do?” Valen asks, and I fold my arms. I’m not making any more deals with the devil, and I know he’ll pick his words wisely, so I won’t be able to get out of it if I do. We pull up out front; Macey is waiting with a bag for Casey.

“I threw some of Taylor's spare clothes in it for her, and school was canceled. I just got the notification because of a COVID case.”

I sigh and nod. Damn pandemic.

Macey buckles Casey in before stopping at my window and holding her fist out. I roll my eyes, and we quickly play rock, paper, scissors while Valen laughs at us. Macey fist-pumps the air when her scissors cut my paper.

“No!” I cry.

“Sucker, I finally beat you!” she says, doing a victory dance and shaking her ass at me. I shake my head in defeat.

“I expect a total reenactment of the cringiness of that talk about proper behavior in our hotel,” Macey says triumphantly.

“Fine, but you get the next awkward talk.”

“No way; the last talk still haunts me, when I had to explain to both you girls the importance of pap smears.”

“You could have just told us. You didn’t have to draw diagrams and demonstrate on our dining room table. I haven't looked at the table the same. And you owe me a desk!” I tell her.

“If I have to give you girls awkward talks, I’ll be thorough. Valarie always said get your facts straight, and I did that,” Macey says.

“We were mortified,” I laugh, remembering.

“Valarie thought it was pretty funny—even helped me do the diagram,” Macey laughs. I chuckle.

“Damn, she sounds like a cool old lady,” Valen says, and both Macey and I freeze, forgetting entirely about Valen and how casually we spoke of his mother.

“She was. She was a marvelous woman,” Macey says with a sad smile. I nod before saying goodbye.

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