Page 20 of Alpha's Regret: My Luna Has A Son

“Baby, what's wrong?” the blonde piece I picked up from the club whines at me. I feel like telling her it's her clinging on to me and touching me with her grubby paws that's wrong. Damn whores are always all over me, yet I've had no interest in women lately. They do nothing for me anymore. Fuck, please don't tell me I'm going to be mated to a man. It's got to be too late to suddenly switch sides. I mentally curse my broken cock, but her whining is beginning to aggravate me.

“Will you just shut up? Better yet, get the fuck out!” I snap. I don't know whether I'm annoyed at my broken dick or her whining, nasally voice. I should have known better than to hook up with an Omega—so clingy—but she has nice tits. Too bad, her personality is about as interesting as watching paint dry.

“Did you not hear me? Get the fuck out,” I snarl at her. She jumps from my bed, snatching up her clothes and darting out, eyes wide and tear-filled. Fuck her! When my bathroom door opens, I flop back down on my bed and my Beta, Marcus, walks in.

“Man, you need to get laid. You have been nothing but a prick since that redhead was here.”

“What redhead?” I ask, tossing the blanket over to cover myself.

“You know, the night you booted that rogue girl out of here,” he says, and I try to think back to that night. That was actually the last time I successfully had sex. Every other attempt has been a failure. I prop myself up on my elbow.

“I think that bitch gave me a disease,” I tell him.

“Huh? The rogue girl?”

“No, the redhead; that bitch broke my dick,” I snap, annoyed. Marcus laughs, shaking his head.

“Well, go get tested or something because if you don't get laid soon, I am seriously thinking of quitting being your Beta,” Marcus says, and I scrunch my face up at the idea. No way am I getting anything shoved up my dickhole. Marcus turns, about to leave, when I notice how he's dressed—all done up like he's about to go on a date. I give him the once over. He's an alright-looking man, I suppose. He gets about as much pussy as I do. Relief floods me when my dick stays dead; phew, definitely not gay. It just means that bitch gave me something.

“Where are you going?”

“I have a date because my dick still works so I plan on using it,” he announces to me. I growl at him, waving him off. Marcus chuckles and leaves. I watch as he walks out of my room before getting up.

I jump in the shower trying to wash my annoyance away. My thoughts drift off to the Alpha meeting a year ago. It was a costume party; she was dressed in a fairy outfit and covered in glitter. Her mask covered most of her face, but she had blue-gray eyes and plump, pouty lips. I felt drawn to her the moment she walked onto the dance floor, the way her hips moved, and she danced like she didn't have a care in the world.

I was like a moth to a flame, and we were both obliterated. I wish I knew the woman's name or which pack she's from to track her down. I have not been able to forget her for some reason. She always randomly pops up in my head; the way she looked riding my cock and the way her perfect tits bounced above me. I wish she had taken off the mask to picture her better, yet I awoke to find her gone. She disappeared, and I have nothing to go on.

Peeved is an understatement. Usually, I'm the one who does the morning dash before they wake up, but that woman was long gone by the time I woke up, leaving just a faint lingering scent.

I'd awoken to Marcus sitting at the small table drinking coffee and smirking at me.

“Cinderella slipped away this morning, looking rather guilty. It looks like someone finally pulled one over on the big bad Alpha.” Marcus had mocked me and then laughed, thinking it was hilarious. The one woman I actually wanted to know escaped me.

Just the thought of her has my dick stirring to life instantly. I groan, looking down at my hard-on.

“Now you decide to work,” I growl, annoyed.

Getting out, I wrap a towel around myself before muttering and heading back to my bedroom. A growl escapes me when I see the Omega sprawled out on my bed. Fucking Marcus! He must have sent her back up here. Looking down, it's still hard. I shrug. I'll just think of my mystery fairy.

“What's your name?” I ask her, and she looks at me like I just proposed to her. Fucking Omegas. I asked for her name, not her hand in marriage.

“Tatum,” she tells me while shuffling to the end of my bed too eagerly.

“Well, Tatum, you have two seconds to either start sucking my dick or get the fuck out,” I tell her.

She drops to her knees in front of me instantly. Her hands reach for my cock and grip it firmly before wrapping her lips around the tip. I grab her hair before thrusting my dick into her warm, wet mouth. I close my eyes, refusing to look down, knowing the moment I do, it will be over and I'll go limp again. Instead, I thrust into her mouth, thinking of my mystery fairy.

ChapterFourteen

Everly

It always comes out of nowhere. One minute, I'm sleeping—the next, I'm awoken by agonizing pain. I feel my heart pumping in my chest erratically and my stomach cramping terribly. I clutch at it and bite down on my lip to stop from screaming. I don’t want to wake Zoe; I know I keep her up at night, and she always hovers worriedly. Usually, it isn't too bad, but tonight it's the worst it's been in two months.

I know he's sleeping with someone. I can tell by the pain ratio. Usually, it's just like an upset tummy, but tonight I feel like my heart is being pulverized, and my stomach twisted in knots. I cry out in pain. I can’t help it. I toss and turn until the lights flick on. Zoe isn’t going to keep believing it's just period pain. Not after tonight.

“Everly! Everly!” she shrieks, shaking me, but all I can do is cry out and grit my teeth while clutching my stomach. The pain is crippling.

“Should I call an ambulance? I don't know what to do. I'll get Valarie.”

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