Page 135 of Alpha's Regret: My Luna Has A Son

“Well, we can't have that, can we?” Valen says, holding his hand out to my grandson. “Let's introduce you both, then, shall we?”

If only I had the balls all those years ago to have Valarie on my arm and by my side,I think guiltily. I won't allow my son to make my mistakes.

“But Dad, she’s the mayor's wife!” the child protests.

“And this city is owned by me and Pop. We elected her husband as mayor, and I can easily remove his status,” Valen tells him.

“Good, then I want to be the mayor,” Valarian says, and I chuckle.

“Aim higher, my boy. No name holds more power than Solace in this City,” I tell him, and he looks up at me with a sparkle in his eyes. Oh, he will be a terrific Alpha one day.

ChapterSixty-Five

Everly

Somehow, we managed to lose one of the cheese platters for one of the tables and the three snack platters! I’d called Valen, who said he would sort it out and bring some from his restaurant. Now that that mini heart attack is sorted, I slide my handbag over my shoulder and finally walk to my office. I just finished stuffing the letters and keys in the safe before my office door opens and Kalen walks in.

He flops into a chair, apparently exhausted, although dressed to impress in his suit. He looks every part the Alpha he should, while I look like a staff member. Not that I own pretty, formal dresses or would even wear them. I prefer organizing the events, not being a part of them.

“Where’s Valarian?” I ask him.

“Just dropped him and Casey with Zoe. Valen is taking the platters you needed to the kitchen,” he says, looking rather frazzled.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, wondering why he’s hunted me down, though peoplehavearrived early. However, the function doesn't officially start for another hour. Grabbing the box with the name labels in them for the tables, I tuck it under my arm.

“Oh, we’re moving again,” Kalen chuckles, reaching for the box under my arm. He takes it from me, following me out of my office.

“Is there a reason you came searching for me?” I ask him. Kalen clears his throat, and I can tell he’s nervous about something. After he tells me the long, harrowing story about losing the kids and about the snails, I chuckle.

“You're not upset?” Kalen asks, and I shake my head.

“Nope. I lost Valarian for an hour when he was two. He wandered out of the apartment. I found him in the daycare, the scariest hour of my life. I was frantic. These things happen,” I tell him, walking back toward the restaurant just as I spot my father at the end of the corridor. He’s wearing a tailored, gray suit, talking to someone with his back to us.

“I also need to speak to you about Valen,” Kalen says before stopping and looking at me when he realizes I stopped. He follows my gaze to where my father is talking to someone, then looks at me before glancing at the door beside me. A second later, I find myself stuffed into a storage room where we keep linens.

“Kalen?” I hear my father call out, but luckily, I’m already obscured inside the darkroom. Kalen looks at me and stuffs the box in my arms, shutting the door, but not completely.

“Alpha John, lovely to see you again,” Kalen says. I hear my father growl at him.

“What the fuck is this shit I heard from Alpha Nixon's wife saying your son was marrying another?” my father snarls angrily.

“Our deal still stands, Alpha John.”

“Not if your son doesn't marry my fucking daughter. We had a deal,” my father snarls, and I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to muffle any noises, Unfortunately, I somehow manage to bump a shelf and knock something off it. I quickly dart behind the door.

“What was that?” my father asks, and the door is suddenly shoved open.

“I must have bumped something; I was looking for a bathroom and wandered into a linen closet,” Kalen says, his back coming into view as he opens the door, blocking me from my father as he peers in.

“Fucking reeks of rogue in here! Why, of all places, your son would hold it here is beyond me. Did you know this place is apparently owned by a rogue whore? Alpha Nixon's wife told me,” my father says. The door shuts again, but once again, Kalen leaves it slightly ajar, and I look between the gap.

“Fucking ironic that the place he holds this meeting is at his own mother's hotel. Though how it ended up out of your hands, I don't know. Must have pissed your dear old mate off for her to give it to some random whore.”

Kalen growls at him. “Mind your tone, John. Valarie may be dead, but I won't listen to you talk shit about her.”

My father scoffs. “Coming from a man who tossed her aside, I will say what I like,” my father breathes.

“Your son better announce my daughter as his future mate, Kalen, or I will tell Valen about Valarie. We had a fucking deal.”

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