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

Chapter 69

Chapter 69 

“I‘m sorry, son,” Kalen choked out and groaned. Turning my head, I looked at him. Kalen‘s face was so swollen he was barely recognizable. He coughed before placing his fingers in his mouth and removing a tooth. Valen‘s answer was a growl when I helped Kalen to stand. The sound of cracking bones reached my ears as I heard Valen shift back behind me. Keeping a grip on Kalen, who was unsteady on his feet, we moved toward his car, and I fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car for him. 

“I‘m alright, dear. Go, check on my son,” he hissed, falling heavily in his seat. With a nod, I turned to find Valen had walked back to his car. 

“Valen?” I called, and he turned to look at me as I walked overt o him. The look he gave me made me stop. 

“You knew, you knew and said nothing,” he said and bit the inside of my lip and nodded. Hurt shone in his eyes as Valen looked at the Hotel. 

“She gave you this place, didn‘t she?” he asked. 

My lips quivered as he turned his gaze back to me. “She recognized your son,” I told him, and he sucked in a deep breath. 

“You should have told me,” he said, and I could feel his heartbreaking, the sadness for a loss he didn‘t actually lose all 

those years, the sinking feeling that I betrayed him.

“Valen, wait. Just let me.” He got in his car and slammed the car in reverse, smacking into the brick garden out front of the main office before tearing out of the driveway. The engine of his car roared as he floored it down the street.

“I take it that is what you meant when you said it would get a lot worse?” Marcus said as I rubbed my arms against the cool breeze. He stopped beside me with a groan while rubbing his lower back, and Kalen pulled out of the parking space before winding down his window. 

“He will forgive you. It‘s me he is truly angry at,” Kalen said with a sigh. I nodded and watched him leave. 

Three days later. The only time I had heard from Valen was via text message. Three days had passed, and he was still angry at me. I knew he spent most of those days drunk. Could feel the unease sitting i n my stomach through the bond. Standing out front of the school, Valarian and I waited for him to come to get him, yet the feeling through the bond was like he was passed out and asleep. In no way was I letting my son go with him if he was drunk. Therefore, I hoped it was just my guilt for not telling him sooner. 

“What time is it?” Valarian asked me, looking both ways down the street for his father‘s car. Retrieving my phone from my pocket, I glanced at the time and sighed. He was almost an hour late. 

the bench seat that sat i n front of the school. I wandered over to him and

he is in traffic?” Valarian

him when we

me teary–eyed. He had been asking for his father since the morning after

asked, and

You upset him and made

about his mother,” I tell him, and his

Nana died

stay sad for a long time,” I tried

you can take me to him,” Valarian said, hopping up and walking toward the car. I tried to ring Valen on the short

home. We can try to ring him when we get

back home.” 

at me. Startled at his outburst, I stared at

him right now. Your father needs

at his big amber eyes filled with tears. “Fine, but we just knock, and if he doesn‘t answer, we g o home,” I tell him, and he nods. Valarian bounced on his heels excitedly and raced toward my car, climbing in the back and buckling himself in. Jumping into the driver‘s seat, we

upon stepping out of that elevator was instant. No guards stood in the corridor, yet the smell of liquor had Valarian pinching his nose. Grabbing his arm, I tried to steer him back into the elevator

it opens up to the living room. Valarian looked over his shoulder at me before looking back into the mess. Glass crunched under his shoes as

the china was broken, blood spatter was on the walls, and the place

Valarian murmured, and I gripped his shoulder only to

could tell that now he had found his father. He was on the verge of a meltdown as

I asked him as he shook. His eyes teared up, and he

down to shake his father‘s shoulder. “Dad?” I heard him murmur, and his father groaned but didn‘t wake. Valarian leaned down and kissed his cheek. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I called Kalen, who said he was on his way over to

get this way, knowing full well what his son was like. The place was trashed and stunk like a brewery. Sweeping up the glass and mopping the floor, I then walked back into the bathroom. Now that the hall was clear of glass, I dragged him

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