Page 6 of Alpha's Regret: My Luna Has A Son

“Fine,” he says, rustling inside his pocket before handing me a green lighter. I run back to the car and light the candle that sits on a plate in my vehicle. Only, when I turn around, I find him behind me, having followed me the few yards back to my car.

I jump, not expecting him to be so close. “Thank you,” I tell him, passing it back. He nods, then begins to leave, walking around the side of my car just as my son cries out.

ChapterFour

“Shh, shh, I’m coming,” I whisper, pulling the hatchback down until something stops it. I turn to see what it caught on, only for it to be pulled open by the Beta.

“Is that a baby you have in there?” he asks, and my heart thunders in my chest nervously.

Will he call child services on me?

My son cries louder, and I reach for him. The man’s eyes dart to him before he sniffs the air. I stare back at him, confused, and tug my son to my chest as if he’s threatening to take him away from me.

“It’s only temporary; please don’t call child services,” I tell him, and he cocks his head to the side. His gaze appears to be more thoughtful than scrutinizing.

“Does your car run?” he asks, looking at it before he kicks a tire.

“I have no fuel. I will leave tomorrow, I promise,” I tell him, panicking. Maybe he's a council worker? I doubt it because of his expensive suit.

He looks at me, his nose scrunching slightly. “You smell familiar,” he mutters.

I swallow, wondering if he remembers me, but he doesn’t appear to, and I also don’t want him questioning which pack I was from. My father and his Alpha are not on good terms. Yet, maybe if he could get me in to see Alpha Valen, he might help with his son. However, that thought also frightens me—having to face the man who ignored me and refused to even do a DNA test. He declined to come check—stating my claims were lies—but if he just met him, he would see. We can always sense our kin. I stare at the Beta, wondering if he'll leave, but he pushes the hatchback open further before reaching in. I scoot further back, looking for a weapon in case I need it.

“Calm down. I can’t leave you here knowing you are sleeping in your car with a baby,” he says, grabbing the car seat.

“I will leave; just don’t take my son,” I tell him. He looks at me like I am mad.

“I’m not.” And his eyes mean it. “I want to help.” He’s being sincere.

“You want to help?” I repeat, slightly disbelieving. I must have heard that wrong.

“Come on, you can stay at the packhouse until I speak to my Alpha,” he says, waving me forward. “Grab a change of clothes. We can come back to your car tomorrow,” he says.

Terrified, I don’t move. It's been so long since anyone has helped me. He sighs before grabbing a bag and stuffing a can of formula, the diaper bag, and some of my clothes inside the bigger bag.

“Come on, wouldn’t you rather have a warm house than a cold car?” he asks. I look down at my son, wondering if I should trust him. He grabs the car seat. I climb out, and he hands me my umbrella before shutting my trunk.

“This way,” he says, walking to his car. I follow him to his electric blue sports-looking car. I always wondered why he doesn’t drive to work. And why would he leave such an expensive car at a train station?

He puts the seat in before scratching his head. “You know how to clip it in?” he asks, and I nod.

“Okay, you put it in, and I will hold your…” His eyes dart to my son.

“Son,” I tell him, and he nods, holding out his arms for him. He takes him from me, and I lean in, making sure to keep an eye on him while I clip the seat in before turning around. Retrieving the baby, I clip him in his chair before climbing in beside him. The Beta then passes me the bag before shutting my door.

He turns the heater on when he hops in before glancing at me in the rearview mirror.

“Your son has odd-colored eyes—reminds me of my Alpha’s. He is the only person I know with amber eyes besides his father,” he says.

I look at the man, and he looks away, looking back at the road. He definitely has his father’s eyes, but I keep my mouth shut. Though maybe this would be my chance, he would be able to tell if he saw his own son. We can sense our own family, plus their resemblance is unmistakable.

“Who is your Alpha?” I ask, pretending I don’t know.

“Valen, the Blood Alpha,” he says, his eyes darting to mine in the mirror again, gauging my reaction to his words. I feel excitement bubble in me, knowing I am correct in who he is.

“He will be fine with you bringing a rogue into the territory?” I ask him.

“He won’t be there, and I will speak with him tomorrow. Are you hungry?” he asks, and my belly rumbles loudly at the mention of food. He chuckles at the noise.

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