Page 154 of Alpha's Regret: My Luna Has A Son

“What facility?”

“The one where Emily's son is, where she escaped from. She didn't tell you?”

I wonder if Everly is confused; perhaps she dreamed something about a facility.

“Emily is in a coma, love; we haven't spoken with her. I’ll notify the patrols and send some scouts out. Did she say anything else?” I ask when Valarian stirs and yawns widely. Everly smiles, watching him before burying her face in his neck and peppering his face with kisses. He pushes her face away and giggles before recognition hits him.

“Mom?” he whispers, and she smiles. He pounces on her, making her grunt.

“Careful, she’s still sore,” I tell him, gripping his waist, but Everly shakes her head, ignoring her discomfort as she hugs him tight.

“You're awake,” Valarian murmurs, breathing in his mother's scent, and she nods.

He pulls his head from her neck and looks down at her critically. “You need to brush your hair.”

“Do I, now?” she asks, and he nods. “Can I wake up properly first?”

He looks at her neck and smiles. “Daddy marked you, so now you belong to him,” Valarian beams. I clear my throat and Valarian looks at me while Everly shakes her head with a laugh.

“Pretty sure it's the other way around,” I tell him.

His brows pinch together. “But you're the Alpha?” he says.

“Yes, when your mother lets me be,” I chuckle.

“So Mom owns you?”

“We belong to each other. No one owns anybody,” Everly says with a shake of her head.

“But we can live with Dad now?” Valarian asks, and I raise an eyebrow at her, interested to hear her answer.

“What's it going to be, Luna?” I mind-link, and her eyes widen as my voice floats through her head. I can feel how giddy she is at being part of a pack again.

“Yes. Uncle Marcus is living with Auntie Zoe now, so it’ll be a little squishy, don't you think?” Everly asks him. Valarian beams with excitement and nods his head just as the nurse opens the door.

ChapterSeventy-Eight

Valen

I notice that the nurse who enters is older than the other one, who’s usually on the afternoon and night shifts. She pops her head in and sees Everly awake before looking at me.

“I’ll get the doctor,” she says, smiling kindly before stepping back out when I nod to her.

It took a few hours for Everly to be checked over, but eventually, she was given the all-clear to head home. I had Marcus bring her some clothes to change into. The doctor wanted her to stay an extra night for observations, but she wouldn't have it, wanting to go home, and refused to take no for an answer. By the time we got home, it was a little after 7 p.m. We got Valarian McDonald's on the way home, but he fell asleep in the car, and I had to pry a chicken nugget from his fingers. Both Everly and I were shocked he even ate in the car, which proved how tired he was.

Carrying him upstairs and inside, I get him in bed, stripping him down to his underwear and shirt as I tuck him in before setting the night light’s timer and closing the door.

Going back out to the living room, I panic for a moment when I notice Everly is gone, but when I hear the shower turn on, I stop, heading back to our room to find her in the bathroom. I come up behind her, placing my hands on her hips as she tests the water with her hand.

“Can I join you?” I ask her, kissing her naked shoulder.

She looks at me over her shoulder, and I cup her cheek before pressing my lips to hers. She answers my kiss instantly, her lips parting, and my tongue invades her mouth, dominating it as I kiss her hungrily. Everly moans softly before turning in my arms and kissing me more fiercely, her hands undressing me as she tugs off the wrinkled suit jacket I had wanted to burn all day.

Her fingers run over my chest, fumbling as she undoes my shirt buttons, and I help her as her lips go to my neck, licking and nipping my skin, making me groan. Her hands move to my bare chest once I discard my shirt, then up to my shoulders and neck to the beard I despise because it’s itchy.

“Hm,” she hums, her lips going to mine. “I like this rougher look,” she chuckles against my lips.

“It's not staying,” I growl against hers while undoing my belt buckle.

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