Page 27 of Alpha's Regret: My Luna Has A Son

“Thank you,” I whisper to her, hoping she can hear me wherever she is. Valarie just ensured Valarian’s future, and I could never thank her enough for what she has given us, but I would trade it all in a heartbeat to have her back with us.

ChapterEighteen

Valen

4 Years Later

I stare blankly at my father as he gives me one of his many lectures. It irritates me to no end that he thinks he can still dictate my life. My secretary comes in, placing a steaming cup of coffee on my desk; my father doesn’t even stop talking as he continues droning on, taking another cup of coffee absentmindedly. He sips it before leaning forward and putting it on my desk—the sight instantly irritates me. Two fucking inches away! He knows how much I hate it! I grab his mug and place it on the coaster before sitting back.

“You need to sort your life out, Valen. You are getting too old to be messing around constantly with these whores you play with and getting blind drunk every night. If I had known you would be this irresponsible, I never would have handed the pack over to you.”

“My personal life is none of your business; I am a good Alpha.”

“You are a fucking drunk!” he bellows at me.

Instantly, I slam the table with my fist. His anger immediately dies down and he continues more calmly.

“I am just saying you are twenty-nine years old, just find some bitch and mark her so she can spit out an heir for the pack.”

“Not happening; the only person I will be having kids with is my mate,” I tell him.

“Twenty-nine years and you still haven’t found her. Give up on the idea and just choose a woman. At this rate, you will be my age by the time you have your first child, Valen! This isn’t about you. It is about your pack,” he says, growling.

I lean back in my chair, grabbing the document off my desk to look at it just as Marcus walks in. Relief floods me at seeing him.

He bows his head to my father. “Alpha Kalen,” he says to his former Alpha.

“You’re dismissed, Father,” I tell him, wanting him gone. He's making my headache worse.

“You can’t just dis–”

“I already did,” I tell him, cutting him off.

He rises from his chair before grabbing his coffee mug and downing it. He then carefully places it down and storms out. My eyes are on the mug when Marcus moves it back onto the coaster.

“You find out why sales dropped on all our hotels?” I ask him, turning back to the report in my hand.

“I did, and I'm going to check it out myself,” Marcus says, making me place the document down.

“Check what out?” I ask him, confused.

“We have competition,” Marcus says, dumping some kind of brochure on my desk. I glance at it.

“Mountainview Hotel.”

“Since when?” I ask him.

“Look at the star rating.”

I glance down and see it has a five-star rating! I read some of the reviews.

“Where is this place? I’ve never even heard of it.”

“That’s the thing; it's always been there—under new management apparently. And you won’t believe it.”

“Believe what?” I ask him.

“It’s completely run by rogues,” he answers, shocking me further.

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