Page 41 of Alpha's Regret: My Luna Has A Son

“I am not a rogue whore, but it shouldn't matter if I was. This entire place is run by rogue whores, Valen. Not like we tried to keep it a secret,” I tell him. Technically, I wasn't lying. I wasn't a rogue whore. My mate fathered my son—I just couldn't let him know about it.

“So this is about your friend you live with, then?”

“What, no,” I pinch my brow, letting out a breath. How does he not get it? I click my tongue, annoyed.

“I am offering the chance for you to be part of my pack. You should be happy to have me as your mate; you won't have to be rogue anymore. Isn't that what you want? Don't you want to be in a position of power and not slumming it here with rogue whores?” Valen asks.

I wanted so many things, and not one of them could he give me. I want Valarie back, my family back; I want the rogues to feel safe in their city; I want to be able to walk down the street without being glared at and have people move away from me like I'll steal their mates; I want the pack's views of us to be better.

But most of all, I want the packs held accountable for the anguish they have caused us. We're all the same—only declared different because of who our parents are or because of whom we shared our beds with. Punished for nothing, shamed for making our own choices—-choices that took two people to make.

“I want you to leave is what I want,” I tell him, walking out before I slap him.

“You will regret this, Everly; you'll come running back—you'll see. You will beg me to mark you.”

I don't acknowledge his words. Instead, I'm angry that he's blinded by what's happening in his own city; the city his father helped build.

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The following day, I'm busy organizing a function when a man with a clipboard approaches me with Macey. I recognize him quickly, and he looks around nervously.

“Jim, long time no see. What brings you in here?” I ask, looking at the man who caused us hell while trying to get this place in order. The health and safety inspector taps his notepad.

“We have had a call come in with a few complaints. I am just here to check a few things.”

I fold my arms across my chest and raise an eyebrow at him. “This complaint didn't happen to come from Alpha Valen, did it?” I ask, and he clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable with my question. He sighs, looking down at his clipboard.

“I am not at liberty to say,” he says when Zoe suddenly comes rushing through the doors, waving both her arms, trying to get my attention.

She slows, spotting the inspector before stopping beside me and leaning close to whisper in my ear.

“There's a tow truck towing your car.”

“What!?” I shriek, walking quickly through the gardens and stalking around the front to the car park.

ChapterTwenty-Six

Valen

If Everly thinks she can just dismiss me and I'll let her, she's wrong. I get what I want, and I want Everly. I refuse to be mated to some girl out of responsibility when I have a perfectly good, but unwilling, mate. My father would choke on his spit if he knew she was rogue, but I don't care. If she is my mate, then I trust the Moon Goddess; she would not give me a faulty one. Everly will be mine—I will make sure of that. Everyone has a breaking point, and I will find hers.

I sit across the road, unable to contain my smile, watching the tow truck pull up to the hotel. I already sent the health and safety inspector in and can see his car in the parking lot from my vantage point.

Her truck was just an added annoyance. The beeping of the reversing truck instantly alerts her staff something is going on. I see Zoe, Everly's little friend, rush out when she notices it backing up to the truck with the Hotel's logo on it. Everly believes she can ignore the mate bond; well, I will make sure she sees me at every turn she makes.

Zoe waves her arms frantically at the driver. One of my men, Dwayne, ignores her as he backs up. The burly-looking man steps out of the cab and stops next to her, looking down at Zoe. I could just make out her telling him to leave, that he was on private property.

“No-can-do, Hun. This car's been ordered impounded for defects,” he tells her. I get out and lean on the hood of my car. The tow truck driver spots me and gives me a thumbs up. I nod, giving him the ok to continue, and he starts hooking the old thing up.

It doesn't take long before Zoe returns with a frustrated Everly in tow. Red faced, Everly shoves the man as he starts hoisting her car onto the bed of his truck. Dwayne looks at her, shocked, and I have to admit I am too.

Despite her bold efforts, it’s not like she moved him. Dwayne remains precisely where he is; she may as well be a child pushing on a brick wall as she stands frustrated beside him.

She tries to snatch the controller from his hand, but he holds it too high for her to reach and I can’t help but find the pure rage on her face funny. Unable to hold it in, I laugh, and her eyes dart towards me.

Gray-blue eyes pin me where I stand before her lips press into a line and her hands ball into fits. She storms over to me in a raging fit, and I fold my arms across my chest just before she stops in front of me.

I find her pint-size rage entertaining; her tiny body is no threat to me. Everly barely comes up to my chin and has to turn her face up to look at me. I smirk back at her, her eyes practically spitting fireballs at me.

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