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

chapter 95 

chapter 95 Valen POV Pulling up at the Mountainview Hotel, fire trucks lined the front of the Hotel. Police and flashing lights. It was a total fiasco. I could see Everly’s truck and my father parked beside it and getting Valarian out of the car. While Macey stood by the car, my father was quick to get Valarian and waved to Zoe in question, who rushed over with Casey. She thanks him. Yet I couldn’t see Everly anywhere. The entire building was on fire, flames spewing out the windows that burst from the extreme heat that could be felt from where I parked behind my father on the main road. People were running everywhere, and police and ambulances were also on the scene.

I glance around, waving to Zoe, and jog over to her and Marcus. Marcus had a tablet in his hand and people lined the path, standing at the evacuation point as he finished checking names off.

“Everyone is accounted for, the fire started in the kitchen, thankfully the alarms tripped still from the backup batteries so no loss of life,” Marcus tells me and I noticed the tablet was a list of who was in the hotel and where everyone checked off and accounted for but one. Ava was handing out bottled water and checking those Marcus marked off. 1 “Where is Everly?” I ask. Seeing my father drive off with Casey and Valarian, he honks the horn and I nod to him. Zoe looks around before pointing between two firetrucks. “The other buildings?” I ask Macey as she comes over. “Fine, it was contained in the main building. The apartments out the back and events rooms and storage sheds are fine, only the main hotel,” she answers, and at least that was a relief. I nod glancing at Everly who stood in her pink and white cloud pajamas with her back to us. Moving across the large lawn, I head over to her. When I spoke to her she was hysterical, but now I felt nothing but blistering fiery anger, so hot it would give the inferno in front of us a run for its money. Yet the underlying feeling below it was pure devastation. This place was as much her baby as Valarian was. This was hers. Coming up behind her, she stared at the flames eating away her village, a village she built. I gripped her shoulders, coming up behind her, but she just stared ahead. I didn’t know what t o say. There was no comfort I could offer to make this right. “I’ll rebuild, this is why we have insurance, this is why I have a failsafe, the main thing is no one is hurt, this place can be restored, lives can’t be replaced,” she says as I rest my chin on her shoulder and wrap my arms around her. “I’m sorry, Love,” I tell her and she nods once in acknowledgment of my words but says nothing else. Media and reporters started lining the streets behind us, murmurs could be heard, police taking statements. I wandered off, helping where I could and so did Everly, organizing buses to take everyone to my hotel that was staying here. Yet when the flames were gone, the place was nothing but a husk of what once was. Everly watched the last fire truck leave, but the media lingered, taking any last-minute scraps they could for their headlines. Bloody vultures.

“Come on,” I tell her, trying to lead her away, but she shakes her head and walks toward the building. I needed to get Valarian to school, so we would have to come back. Yet I had a feeling Everly wasn’t leaving anytime soon. “They warned me,” Everly said, staring up at what’s left. The structure was sound, but the place was gutted. Yet despite it all, the building still stood, the brickwork tainted black, the render crumbling and the place hollow. “This is because of the petition, because I fought for the rogues, for this city and this is how they repay me,” she growls. “They won’t stop, will they?” she asks, glancing at me. I hang my head, knowing this would b e the beginning.

“What’s next Valen? What would your next move be, if you were Nixon?” she asks.

“You think it was Nixon?”

“Who else,” she says.

“Everly? ….”I glance around at the media still lingering, watching curiously when she walks off toward the wreck

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Everly POV

of the office. I could picture it like it was yesterday. The night before it poured, and I had all but

I stare at the spot she sat that day, wet from walking, hopeless, and homeless. He rubs

tell him. “I thought she was one of the people staying here. She had

meal, and then a job. But she gave me so much more than that,” I tell him. “This place,” Valen says. I shake my head.

to the room directly above us. “That is where I stayed. The next morning I came out to her calling out to me, her truck loaded with baby stuff for

told me that, and we did.” I tell him before stepping through the front door of the office, the glass door all shattered and glass crunched under

in the

“Everly! It’s not safe,” Valen calls out to me while rushing in after me. Yet I didn’t care, I had t o

Valen says but through my tears, I place the key in and twist before pulling it

the safe intact, the heat burned the outside good, and it was warm inside. A few things on top were curled and ruined but as I dug to the bottom I burst into tears when I saw my envelopes. They were brown from the smoke but intact. I clutched them to my chest

safe. I have no idea how long I sat there, but Valen had to go grab Valarian’s clothes from the apartment, yet I couldn’t bring myself to move. This place was a time capsule, as I found every moment of this place flashing through my mind. Her voice was so clear, her memory still alive even though it was now burned rubble. I was leaning against the brown brickwork with my envelope, the one most precious

don’t need them. They aren’t wasting tears

on to that anger because sometimes it is the only thing that will keep you going,” Valarie had also told me. And I let it fester, needing something to keep going when I heard the crunch of somebody walking into the place. I wipe my tears but sigh when I realize it is only Valen. He crouches in front of me, tipping my chin up to meet his gaze. “Where’s my girl gone?” he whispers, his eyes searching my face. “Sitting in the wreck of her village,” I tell him. “This is not my girl. My girl is

and fight, yet at the same time I wanted to curl into a ball and die with this place. But he was right. I had a city to burn and I couldn’t

“What’s that?” Valen asks.

him. Leaning forward, I grab the others from where they sat and hand them to him. He looks at the hundreds of envelopes. “These are all from my mother?” he asks, and I nod. He holds his hand out for the one piece of paper written in her immaculate handwriting, the one letter that means the most to me. It was the shortest of all the letters she wrote. The others were a detailed day-by-day account of what we had achieved. What we built. But

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