Page 103 of Alpha's Redemption

Me, not so much.

“You won't regret this, Macey; I will take good care of you,” I hear Carter's voice.

No, but you will regret ever meeting me, I think before the oblivion of the mate bond sweeps me under.

ChapterForty-Three

Valen

The phone temporarily cuts out as it goes through my Bluetooth, and I can hear Everly giving the council a mouthful.

“Valen!” she groans through gritted teeth. Pain courses through the bond as I race to get to her.

“Nearly there. Hold on,” I tell her, tearing through the streets. This explains the council canceling at the last minute, butwhyis another question? Yet right now, I have a one-track mind: get to my mate.

“Touch me again, and I will gut you!” I hear Everly growl at someone. “Grab my bag! Over there, you idiot! Now move! Unless you want to deliver my babies, get out of my way,” she snarls, groaning as another contraction hits her.

I press my foot harder on the accelerator when I hear her panting as she breathes through another. Marcus white-knuckles his seat as we skid around another corner, the car sliding out and narrowly missing some parked cars before I pull it back.

“It's too early! It's too early, Valen!” I hear Everly cry out. It’s early, yes, but we had hoped she would make it to this point—sure, we would have preferred her to go full term, but Doc expected this, and Marcus assures me the hospital is getting prepared and an ambulance is on its way to her.

Now, I just need to get there.

Both the tires and Marcus scream around the next corner when we find a roadblock. Cops are everywhere up the main street, blocking both sides of the road, and I see my father get pulled from a truck while John has his hands in the air.

Both of them are surrounded by the council and half the police force. The car screeches to a stop and Marcus is thrown forward in his seat as we come to an abrupt stop. Then suddenly, all guns are turned and pointed at us.

“FUCK!” I curse as the car becomes surrounded. I growl.

“Valen? Valen, the ambulance is here. Where are you?” Everly cries as pain ripples through the bond, along with her panic. She’s scared—scared she’ll have to do this on her own, scared for our babies, and overall, just scared for herself.

“Just a detour, love. I’ll meet you at the hospital,” I tell her, watching as the car becomes surrounded.

“You're coming, though? I can't do this again, Valen!” Everly cries.

“I promise I will be there. Just go with the ambulance,” I tell her before tossing my door open.

“Hands where we can see the Alpha,” comes a voice, and I turn my head to see John's Beta smiling and walking toward me. John is pinned to the ground, being handcuffed. My father still stands with his hands in the air, and I wonder what’s going on a second before I feel Everly's panic through the bond.

‘Breathe, love! I’m coming. I'll be there soon. Just gotta take care of something first,’I mind-link her. We’ve been avoiding the mind link for weeks, worried about the strain it puts on Everly, but seeing as it’s baby time, I don't think she could become more stressed than she already is.

“Well, this is a fun turn of events now, isn't it, Alpha?” Beta Clarke says when I see his brother Deacon pull up and get out of his car. I knew he was with Everly, so if he’s here, the ambulance has already gotten Everly.

“Valen, my daughter? Clarke said she’s in labor,” John says, and I nod to him as he struggles on the ground.

“Trying to get to her, John. Give me a moment,” I call back to him. A scuffle breaks out and my father shifts abruptly, taking off for the borders. I have no idea where he’s going, but the moment he started fighting, so did John before everyone rushes to contain him. My father's huge, black wolf takes out two of the men and effectively escapes. However, Marcus and I are surrounded.

“Well, gentleman, you either shoot or drop your weapons. Because I made a promise, and I don't intend to break it,” I tell Deacon as I start undoing my cufflinks.

“You are under suspicion for your involvement in the forsaken and rogue murders,” Deacon tells me, and my brows raise. No doubt Carter and Nixon are up to something.

“Is that so?” I ask him while removing my blazer. I toss it on the hood of my car before I start unbuttoning my shirt, and they start backing up.

“Y-yes… Alpha Valen, we have—” Deacon stutters, but I ignore him. Of all days they could have picked to piss me off, today wasn't one of them.

“Now, I have a mate who, as you know, Deacon, is in labor,” I tell him, tugging my tie off. I toss it on the hood with my blazer, mindful of everyone watching me as I size them up and count how many surround us.

“We can't let you go, Alpha Valen. Not until–” Deacon begins to say when I cut him off.

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