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

Chapter 142

Chapter 142

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Hours Later

All night I panicked, and I felt useless, sick with worry and guilt that I was just sitting here waiting for them to return. I would have just got in the way or become a constant worry for Valen.

Sometimes, you need to sit back and allow someone else to take over.

But for me, that was easier said than done. However, Valen had proven to me that he could be relied on. Even when we didn't see eye to eye, he still showed up and still kept his promises.

And this time was no different. Valen said he would bring Macey home, and he did. Earlier in the night, not long after Valen left, Zoe couldn't bear being home alone. Ava felt unsafe at home with just Zoe, or maybe it was her guilt about what happened to Zoe that she struggled to be alone with her. I didn't know; I was just relieved to have them here.

So my room in the maternity ward had turned into a drop-in center. We sought comfort from each other's presence. Zoe had some of the warriors bring in blow-up mattresses for the kids to sleep on. The nurses had also found two extra beds and brought them in.

Macey had caused quite a fuss when she got here. She refused to be checked over until she saw Taylor. Valen, Tatum, and Marcus dealt with pack dramas, council members, and officials. Ava had gone home with Dad and Kalen after they left, and I felt wired and overly emotional.

Or maybe it was because of everything that had gone on recently, or perhaps it was my fluctuating hormones from having the girls. Yet as I looked around the room, I was brought back to the day I met these two women, two women who became my sisters.

Macey laid beside me in the hospital bed, a drip in her hand, Taylor tucked against her side asleep while she held one of my girls. Zoe sat by my feet, holding my other daughter while I breastfed the other one in my arms.

Zoe feeling my gaze on her, looked over at me, placing my daughter over her shoulder to burp her.

"Don't you start? You cry, we all bloody cry," she chuckles B< A tI8UX sniffles, shaking her head and glancing at Casey and Valarian asleep on the blow-up mattress in the room's corner.

She turned back to me and smiled sadly, then stared off at Macey, who was watching us. Zoe's guilt was clear on her face. She felt terrible Macey killed her mate for her, for all of us.

"Man, this is like a dose of deja vu," Macey mutters, and it is clear she was thinking the same thing as me.

"Only thing missing is our rumbling bellies and the rude nurses and midwives," Zoe chuckled darkly.

"And the sneers and mutters, let's not forget those," Macey says, and I swallowed.

"This hospital is a little nicer, too," I snickered, peering down at my daughter attached to my breast.

"It feels like a lifetime ago," Zoe mutters, and I nod, looking around at our kids, at my sisters.

it was true. All of us came from nothing and built ourselves up in our own images. We raised our children together, and we did it through blood, sweat, and tears. We did it despite not believing we could at the start until

not the same. We aren't scared little rogue women with no names, no identities, and no chance. It's different because we are. It's different because we know our worth; back

stray tear that escapes, and Zoe, I see, bites her

just I hate maternity wards," Macey says, and I understood that fear. Understood what it was like seeing families gushing excitedly while we were tucked away, not to be seen. Understood the trauma that was left behind from that experience. I know the feeling of walking out the hospital doors with a newborn in your arms and not knowing what you're doing or who to turn to. Not knowing how to provide for the

her eyes, and I brush

everyone wrong. We would be heard, seen, and prove to them and ourselves that we didn't need anyone. And we did just that.

wrong and finding ourselves back where we started, in a sense. It was not the same. We were far from that place and faced new challenges, but now we had the

we would rebuild the fractured parts of us. We won't bleed anymore. We'll patch those walls, repaint, readjust, adapt, and rebuild ourselves. We would morph into the next phase of life

flaws and scars, the peeling paint and cracked crumpling pieces, didn't mean we were broken or condemned. No, those broken pieces, once put together again, restored, strengthened us, and just added character. Showed the rough edges, and still, it came together beautifully, just like I know

only on each other and the routines we had built for so long. We lived and breathed each other. Leaned on each other or ourselves so much that it felt good to let go of some of

responsibility because we once had others willing to share it. And not out of obligation

over to me. He leans down, kissing

to steal the baby from Zoe's arms while Tatum watched Macey hold Baby C, resting his head on her shoulder as he sat

"Yes," Valen whispers.

He pecks her cheek. "I'll help you organize the funeral," Zoe says,

"I'm sorry, I know...."

your mate," Zoe

your fated mate, I understand you need to put this behind you,"

right leaving him there

have to explain yourself, Macey. You know this,"

"I know it's just,"

And I don't expect you to pretend not to care, Macey, just because of what happened. We will be

me. Marcus

states. I see her walls go up as if she was about to take a blow. I

over the location her new mate was hiding out. Derrick has him in

to know what you want to do? The council supports

"Amber?"

was made rogue. And obviously, she was the motivator for her

let you kill him, and

Valen tells her, but what Marcus wanted her to say is

enough death. Please ensure he isn't

"Zoe?" Marcus says.

with it just like he will have to live with his mistake the same way I have to live with

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