Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son By Jess

Stepping inside, Marcus flicks the hallway light, and I can see better. The entire place is spotless. White Marble floors and a massive staircase led up to the next level. I couldn’t see in the rooms off the side because he didn’t turn those lights on, but if the foyer was anything to go by, the rest of the house would be breathtaking. It was way over the top, nothing I wouldn’t expect of the Blood Alpha. They are the wealthiest Pack and have half the City under its claim.

“This way,” he says, motioning for me to follow. I follow him up two flights of stairs before he stops at a black door. He pushes it open to reveal a king-size bed with a canopy. Mahogany furniture and a large black rug sat on the floor. A flat-screen TV was built into the wall, and he turned it on before turning the volume down a bit. I could also see a door leading to a balcony.

” Obviously, I don’t have a crib, but the bed is comfy, and the bathroom is through those doors. It is shared with the Alpha’s room next door, but he won’t be by tonight. Alpha Valen will probably stay at his flat in the City. Towels are in there, and I will be back to check on you at six am. I will take you to see the Alpha then,” he says before walking into the walk-in and grabbing some clothes for himself.

“Kitchen is downstairs if you are hungry, and I will see you later,” he tells me before walking out the door. I look around before flicking the air conditioning on and warming the room.

“This is nice, bubba, and tomorrow you can meet your father,” I whisper to him. I was excited; I knew he wouldn’t be able to deny him once he met him. He would know with just one look of him that he was his. We could always sense our own kin.

Walking into the bathroom, I gasp. It was white marble and white tiles with gold finishings. One wall was all mirrors above the basin, and the shower could easily fit three people. The sink was the perfect size to give my son a bath in. I was excited because he hadn’t had a proper bath since the hospital. I knew he would love it and instantly started prepping the sink with warm water using my elbow to test it before stripping him off, ensuring I held his head above the water. He moved his legs and arms, swishing the water and babbling happily while eating his hands. Giving him the best wash he had since leaving the hospital, he relaxed more.

around him to ensure he didn’t fall off the bed before walking back to

a woman giggling, and I froze. Someone was here. I grabbed my clothes off the sink basin and was about to run into the room when the door opened, and a red-haired woman walked in, stopping when she noticed me. She had a tight dress that left little to the imagination, and

down before she growls at me, her top lip pulling back over her

the blood Alpha. He stunk heavily of whiskey, the smell so strong it burnt my nose, yet I couldn’t tear my eyes from his amber ones. He was gorgeous even while heavily intoxicated and barely able to stand upright. He was tall too and way bulkier than I remembered. He had dark hair and a five o’clock shadow, but his eyes, those eyes I couldn’t look away from. My brain fried in his presence and all I could do was stare, my brain screaming at me, my senses overloaded

my mate. I knew it with every fiber of my being, even without having shifted yet. I was of age now, and I felt my heart flutter excitedly. I found my mate. Taking a step toward him, I reach out to him when his lips pull back over his teeth to

the fuck is a rogue doing in my house” he screams before sniffing me. I couldn’t talk; his grip was tight as he restricted my airway.

have you killed,” he says, and my stomach drops. He can’t recognize me; I could just be a random off the street, some random rogue whore with how drunk he is, though he kept sniffing the air, his body telling him something was amiss, just the brain not registering me at all, I feel my heart sink. The woman behind him clearly enjoyed this confrontation; she probably hoped he would kill me. Rogues aren’t allowed on pack land. I never should have come here. I never should have got my hopes up, not even my own mate would help me, and this was my

you are

command rolling over me, and I grab my clothes from where I dropped them, rushing into the room and