Page 86 of Alpha's Regret: My Luna Has A Son

“No. I–…no,” I repeat, remembering every time I had to feel him with other she-wolves; every damn night. How could everyone just expect me to forget?

ChapterForty-Three

Valen

Well, that was not what I expected. What the heck did I just sit through? It was a damn kids’ musical with rainbow-colored trolls farting glitter and singing about rainbows. Marcus found the movie far more entertaining than he should have. I wanted to drill my own ears out! And Valarian glared at the screen the entire time, not impressed. But the girls loved it. I was with my boy—definitely not my cup of tea.

“Will you stop sniffing her? You’re creeping me out,” I snap at Marcus as he places Casey back in the car. She fell asleep towards the end of the movie and he had to carry her out.

“I need to know the soap Everly and Casey's mothers use. The smell makes my mouth water,” he says, sniffing her hair again. “Or maybe it’s her shampoo? Or detergent even,” he muses.

“There’s something wrong with you,” I tell him, and he growls at me. The sound makes Casey jolt awake as he clips on her seatbelt before climbing into the passenger seat. Marcus starts humming and singing along as Taylor belts out one of the songs from the movie. I raise an eyebrow at him.

“What? It's catchy,” he says, bellowing out the song like he was auditioning for the voice. His hands move like he’s orchestrating the damn musical. We stop at the traffic lights and I nearly jump out of my skin when he tries to hit some high note, and the girls in the back stick their fingers in their ears. I turn my head to look at him.

“What is wrong with you?”

“Do you think it has a soundtrack?” he asks. I’m about to say no, not wanting to hear a single one of those prancing troll songs again, when Casey leans forward between the seats.

“Yeah, it has one on Spotify! You can download it. Mom downloaded it for me.”

Marcus turns, blinking at her before a devious smile splits his face and he hands his phone to her.

“No,” I tell him before suddenly Casey is using the voice commands on his phone. Next thing I know, it’s fucking blaring through my car speakers! I growl while they all bop along to the lyrics I know would be stuck in my head on repeat for the next few days.

“Right, that's it, I am dropping you off at home,” I tell Marcus, unable to take much more of him encouraging the girls to belt out each track. I pull up out front and he pouts.

“Out,” I tell him, and he turns, ruffling Valarian's hair. My son growls, trying to fix it. Marcus turns to the girls.

“Got any more movie recommendations?”

“Frozen! Frozen!” they chant.

“It has a singing snowman!” Casey tells him.

“It's a movie date. Also, ask your mother what detergent she uses. I need to get me some of that,” he says, and Casey sniffs herself.

“Huh?”

“Your clothes,” he says before reaching over and tugging on her braid. He sniffs it.

“Huh?”

“Maybe ask about which shampoo too?”

“Okay, weirdo,” Casey says, and he jams his fingers in her underarm, making her giggle.

“What's that? Huh? What’d you call me?”

“Fine! Fine! You're not weird!” she shrieks as he tickles her.

“That's right. I am awesoooome, and way cooler than Mr. Cranky-pants here,” he sings before punching my shoulder. Casey and Taylor giggle before he hops out.

I shake my head, making my way back to the hotel. I now have to take Everly to the doctor. Even if it means throwing her over my shoulder and dragging her ass out kicking and screaming, she’s going.

Pulling up at the hotel, I see Zoe waiting out front. I had messaged Everly when I left the cinema to let her know I was on my way over, so I’m a little pissed that she isn’t waiting when her appointment is in fifteen minutes.

Getting out of the car, Zoe is already at the door and retrieving her daughter, and she unclips Valarian's belt before I have a chance to even get to him.

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