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

Chapter 43

Valen POV

Well, that was not what I expected as we left the Cinema. What the heck did I just sit through? It was damn kids musical with rainbow-colored trolls singing about rainbows and farting glitter. Marcus found the movie far more entertaining than he should have. I wanted to drill my own ears out, but the girls loved it, and Valarian glared at the screen the entire time, not impressed. I was with my boy, definitely not my cup of tea. 4

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

“I need to need to know the soap Everly and Casey’s mother use. The smell makes my mouth water.” He says, sniffing her hair again. 2

“Or maybe it’s her shampoo?” He says thoughtfully. 2

logy.

“There is something wrong with you,” I tell him, and he growls at me, which makes Casey stir and jolt awake as he clips in her seatbelt before climbing into the passenger seat. Marcus started humming and singing along as Taylor belted 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 moved like he was orchestrating the damn musical. We stopped at the traffic lights and nearly jumped out of my skin when he tried to hit some high note, and the girls in the back stuck their fingers in their ears while turning my head to look at him. 2

“What is wrong with you?”

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

“Yes, it has one on Spotify. You can d**** ***d it. Mum d******ded it for me,” Marcus turns, blinking at her before a devious smile splits onto his face,

Orious smile splits onto his face, and he hands his phone to her.

‘No,” I tell him before suddenly Casey was using the voice commands on his phone, and next it was bloody blaring through my car speakers. I growl while they all bop along to the lyrics I knew would be stuck in my head on repeat for the next few days.

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

“Out,” I tell him, and he turns, ruffling Valarian’s hair, and he growls, trying to fix it. He then turns to the girls.

“Got any more movie recommendations,”

“Frozen, Frozen, They chanted.

“It has a singing snowman,” Casey tells

him.

“It’s a movie date, also. Ask your mother what soap she uses. I need to get me some that,” He says, and Casey sniffs herself.

ILLU

O

berself

before reaching over and tugging on her braid. He sniffs

which shampoo too?”

he jams his fingers in her

that? Huh, what

not weird,” She

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, heading back to the Hotel. I now had to take Everly to the doctors. Even if that meant kicking

front. I had messaged Everly when I left the Cinema to let her know I was on my way

way over, so I was a little peeved that she was waiting when her appointment was

door and retrieving her daughter before she unclips Valarian’s belt before I

is Everly?”

chef prepare for the dinner rush, Did they

Everly’s appointment?” Zoe bites her lip before pointing toward the

Macey said she would handle it. Also, the dinner rush is approaching, and she has t o sort out next week’s rosters; we have a few off sick at the

Valarian for

can

help me

with you and mum?” He asks, and my heart twinged at his upset

drag your mummy to the

Valarian says. I sigh, and

the restaurant. I shoved the doors open before walking into the kitchen,

out to her, and she looked up. The entire kitchen stopped and

now,” She says, turning backt o her task of helping

planning on ignoring me. I walk over to the steel table she was stationed at before

but she

me, trying to reach for the knife I pried from her grip. I

sink.

“You have an appointment,”

would have turned m e to dust. Good thing they don’t. I growl back at her before grabbing her around the waist as she went to reach for another knife from the block before tossing

punching my back as

this is humiliating. I

going to

am busy; we are down three

Luckily it wasn’t filled for her, and

her, and I wouldn’t have cared if

her, shoving the door open and honestly enjoying the view of

stop. I said

you,” I tell her, walking toward my car when I feel