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

Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Valen was working back tonight with Marcus, so after I got Valarian from school, I decided to have dinner with Zoe, Macey, and the girls. The kids had fun and it kind of reminded me of before our lives got so complicated when it was just us against the world. It’s comforting knowing that nothing has changed even now with my title. To them, I would always just be Everly, not Luna, not the rogue-whore. Here, I was safe to be my normal self and was free to do as I please without judgment or having someone scrutinize me somehow. When the 7 o’clock news came on that night, I sent the kids to play with the Lego in Casey’s room.

“Remote! The news is on,” I say, waving my hand at Zoe. She passes me the remote, and I quickly flick the channel over.

“Since when do you like watching the news?” Macey asks, and I race to the sofa and sit in the middle in front of the TV.

“I like the news when I don’t star in it. I may have handed a list of evidence to the media about Nixon and my father this morning,” I tell them.

screeches excitedly, rushes over, and sits on the other side of me. It was petty, but if they want to talk shit about me. I should be able to have fun returning the favor. I was far from apologetic, even over the one thing that was total bullshit. But then again, it could be true! Either way, it makes for exciting conversations at dinner meetings. I chuckled to myself;

reports on Nixon’s first mate and how she became forsaken. How his wife isn’t the mother of his son Carter, but the most damning part to him, was that he abandoned his daughter to the forsaken. I even managed to find some old photos of Leah, his mate, and a hospital report of a young woman named Kayla, who was Carter’s twin sister, which would push the evidence along. Plus, an accidental photo, and

and his mate had turned forsaken. Sitting back, I smiled smugly; suck

coughing and spluttering, choking on her popcorn when my father’s turn was next. And instead of his usual portrait photos, Ava and I had managed to find some old pictures

as a woman, and another without the wig, revealing that it was definitely my father. Because the photo was of him in our bathroom putting on red lipstick. And the last image was him bending over drunk, his nuts hanging out since he was also wearing my mother’s lace knickers. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the photos, but I knew my father wouldn‘t see it that way, especially when the news anchor told the city that he was secretly a crossdresser and that his two daughters confirmed it. I snicker, and Zoe snorts. I smack Macey‘s back, and she sucks in a lungful of air. We all burst out laughing, knowing how horrified my father would be over this. Though we saw nothing wrong with it, this would definitely taint my father‘s conservative front he puts up. 2 “Man, I wish I could wear heels that high. Any more than an inch, and I can‘t walk straight.” Macey laughs. “There is so much I could say to that comment,” I tell her, and she glares at me. I snickered at her outraged face. “Damn!

backlash,” Zoe says,

by the eyes. And I am pretty sure there isn’t one

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