Page 88 of Alpha's Regret: My Luna Has A Son

“I can feel it bruising,” she snarls before I deposit her in the passenger seat. I slam the door and point at her through the glass.

“Move, and I will put you over my knee if I have to,” I warn her. She looks at me before realizing what I said—the look of horror on her face is comical.

“You wouldn't,” she says, her eyes narrowing.

“I would,” I tell her before opening her door again.

“Go on, run and find out, Everly,” I dare her. She looks like she’s seriously considering it. I clip her seatbelt in when she folds her arms across her chest and glares out the windshield.

“Good choice; I spank hard,” I tell her, pecking her cheek and side of her mouth.

“You are crossing the line, Valen Solace.”

“And you are getting on my last damn nerve. Do I need to make you pinky promise from now on?”

She rolls her eyes and I shut the door before climbing into the driver's seat.

“Wait, where’s Valarian?”

“Zoe,” I answer, starting the car. “By the way, we’re going to the registry tomorrow—I’m changing his last name.”

“Like hell you are.”

“Hyphenate it then. Either way, he is getting my name,” I tell her, pulling out of the parking lot.

She didn’t bother arguing after that and remained quiet the rest of the trip.

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When I pull up at my Hotel, she looks at me.

“I thought we were going to an appointment?”

“We are. The pack doctor is coming here,” I tell her, and she glares at me.

“No,” she huffs.

“Suit yourself,” I tell her, getting out and walking around to open her door. “Which is it, Everly? I carry you or you walk.”

Her canines slip out and her eyes blaze with her fury.

“I will walk,” she snaps before getting out and slamming my door. She stalks off toward the entrance, muttering under her breath.

ChapterForty-Four

“And you have been getting nosebleeds for how long?” Doctor Pat asks.

“A while,” she answers. She kicked up a huge fuss when I refused to leave, and I was curious as to why, so had refused to leave the room. She’s only given vague answers whenever he’s asked any questions, which is beginning to annoy me.

“Answer his questions,” I snap at her, forcing my aura out over her and she shudders before blurting out an answer.

“Four years.”

“Does she have any resistance to your aura? She answered the question rather quickly,” Doc asks, and I can see the concern in his eyes as he peers down at her.

I shake my head; I barely used my aura. Even Valarian would have been able to fight what I just used, but there was no resistance from Everly—like her own doesn't exist at all.

“Her blood pressure is low; very low. She is also underweight,” the doctor says, looking over the top of his clipboard at me. He’s been running tests non-stop while his assistant takes notes.

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