Page 162 of Alpha's Regret: My Luna Has A Son

“I’m being serious. You have no idea what’s at stake!” she snaps.

“Did Dad put you up to this?”

“No. Yes… But he’s correct. Are you hoping to start a war? It will change nothing. No Alpha will sign that petition. It will change nothing but cause issues within the city.”

“I am not pulling the petition, Mom. I don’t care who it upsets. It’s time things change. This is a good thing,” I tell her, unable to believe that the first time she calls in five years is only because she wants something—no, needs something—from me.

“It’s reckless and will cause trouble for your father. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. You’ve been Luna for all of five minutes and are making poor choices already!” she says, and I scoff.

“I know exactly the trouble it will cause in the city, and it’s why I’m doing it. Try living in the rogue’s shoes for once, Mother. Without your credit cards or the pack’s money, you wouldn’t last one day. Nothing you say will get me to pull that petition, so jump on board and accept it. I don’t care for your reputation or Dad’s. You never cared for mine,” I snap back at her.

“YOU ARE GOING TO START A WAR!” she screams.

“War?” I laugh. “I’ve been at war with the packs since I was seventeen. Packs don’t scare me, Mother. I learned to live on my own without a pack. Instead, I built an empire. I sure as hell don’t need a pack because I have something far more valuable than a pack of mindless idiots that follow orders from an Alpha that has no care for his people. I have a family, and families fight for each other. You may not have fought for me, but I will fight for mine!” I tell her before hanging up.

I curse, annoyed she would call me just to get me to pull a petition and berate me. Shaking my head, I’m about to try and call Valen when I hear the front door open and close.

“Finally!” I sigh with relief as I walked toward the hall. Valarian comes rushing toward me excitedly, soaking wet.

“It’s raining,” Valarian says, and I chuckle.

“I can tell. Where did you and your father go?” I ask him just as Valen steps past me, pecking my cheek as he heads for the kitchen with grocery bags.

“Uh, we went to get groceries,” Valarian says, looking around me to look at his father, who’s unpacking the grocery bags.

“Where else did you go?” I ask him when Valen calls out to him.

“Go get out of your wet clothes, quick. Mom made dinner,” he says, and Valarian rushes off before I can question him more. I purse my lips, watching him run off.

“How was your day?” he asks before I can turn my interrogation on why they took so long to him.

“Good, yours?”

Valen shrugs and turns to the microwave to heat Valarian’s dinner.

“Worked at the homeless shelter; you should come by tomorrow so I can show you around,” he says, and I nod while he rummages through another bag, pulling out my ice cream and tossing it to me.

“Oh, you remembered,” I tell him, placing it in the freezer. Yet Valen is being awfully quiet, making me wonder what he’s up to. I start to ask when Valarian rushes out in dry clothes and sits at the table. Valen pulls his dinner from the microwave and takes it over to him while I watch them both.

“You two are up to something,” I tell them, and Valarian looks up at his father. I narrow my eyes at them both.

“What?” Valen asks.

“Well, first of all, he usually tells me all about his day when I see him, and I got vague answers; you were both two hours late; and it doesn’t take two hours to get two bags of groceries from a store that’s two minutes from here,” I tell him.

“Hm, well, care to explain why our son has a tracking device on his watch?” Valen retorts.

“You know why. Besides, it’s for his safety, so don’t change the subject. Where were you both?” I told him.

“Shopping,” Valen says, and Valarian nods his head.

“Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll check his tracker data later,” I smirk, folding my arms across my chest.

“No need, I made him leave it in the car, but you’ll know soon enough anyway,” Valen chuckles, and so does Valarian.

Valen returns to the kitchen and heats his own dinner up along with mine, and we sit down and eat. After dinner, Valen stays busy working on his laptop while Valarian does his homework. Bored with watching TV, I walk over to see what Valen’s working on.

“What are you doing?” I asked, peering over his shoulder.

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