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

Chapter 141

Chapter 141

Macey POV

I stared at Carter's body for god knows how long before I came back to my senses. I glanced around the room, and it suddenly looked a lot different. It was depressing before, but now it was as cold and dead as I felt inside.

My nose still hadn't stopped bleeding, and vertigo washed over me as I stood up. I stagger, moving toward the bag Carter had brought back with him. Undoing the zip, I rummage through it, looking for the key before remembering it was around his neck, and I glanced at his body tucked in bed as if he was sleeping.

Hesitantly, I move toward him before pulling the blanket back. My hand shakes as I reach forward, grab the chain around his neck, and yank it. The gold chain snaps, and I quickly shove the blanket back up to cover him. Tears spill over, and I wipe my eyes, trying to clear them when my vision turns red. I blink, trying to clear them and rub at them furiously, to see my hands come back bloody, making me gape at them.

I knew it would be harmful to kill a mate, yet I didn't consider myself dying beside him. I didn't want to die here. I wanted to see my little girl one last time, to at least tell her I love her, to see her face one last time. However, looking at my hands, I didn't want her to remember me this way if this was going to be my future, my very short future.

I choke back a sob and undo the chain around my ankle. When a crack of thunder makes the world seem like its ending as the cabin rattles and the floor shakes with its violent tremor. It was now pouring down with rain, and I knew I would be walking blindly out there, especially since I wasn't sure if I could shift.

Something felt like it was rotting me from the inside out. As if my soul was rotting as quickly as my body. I felt sickly, and I knew this was the consequence of me killing my mate. Yet I had to try. I may not be able to go home and see Taylor, but I needed to get somewhere my body could be found. I didn't want her growing up, not knowing if I abandoned her or if I was dead. No, I would at least give her a body to bury.

Glancing at Carter, so much anger boiled within me. " I hate you!" I screamed at him before collapsing to the ground.

I punched the ground, my fist slamming into the shitty wood as I screamed my anguish, frustration, C; _tJiXS pain. My knuckles bleed as they split, and I clutch my hair, ripping at it. I wanted to hurt something, anything, myself, for feeling so weak.

I hated him, hated him. The man took everything from me. Everything and everyone he touched was destroyed. He destroyed Zoe. He destroyed me. But I hated him most, knowing he had just destroyed my baby because she would have to grow up without the one person who loved her most.

I knew Everly and Zoe would look after her, and I knew they wouldn't stop looking until they found what was left of me but no would love her the way I do. I may not be able to raise her, but they would for me.

I choked on a sob, cursing at how fucked up this was. How cruel life was that I not only lost a mate but my daughter too. That saying, 'you don't know what you have until you lose it,' seemed to laugh at me. Because I never pictured finding my mate and losing him.

Never pictured having my daughter and not being able to raise her. Never thought I would die without watching her become the woman she is destined to be.

I would have been content to be mateless as long as I served my purpose, to see her through to adulthood when she didn't need me anymore.

life's purpose, to raise my baby, and now the only such purpose I had left was to get to a road so my body could be found, so she had something to bury. I could not die peacefully, knowing she would wonder if I left her, abandoned

spreads over me, cold and uncaring, as I inhale a shaky breath. The

I stare at the door, swallowing down my sadness as I take a step toward it when it bursts open making me

only by scent but by his fur to be John. His paws made the floorboards creak as he stepped inside, and my legs gave out from under me, realizing I wouldn't have to die

shifts back. I turn my gaze away, knowing he is naked. John

nods at John's words. "Good. Now, what are you doing on the floor?" Kalen asks, and I

my eyes at him. Great, now I

like," Kalen says as

the bloody piece of bone. Kalen shakes his head at John before turning his

up," Kalen says, moving toward me, and I snort. He crouches in front of

mate," I

did I," Kalen whispers, but I shake my

You know it, and I know it. What you did was

get home

watch me die. She will

to remember you, Macey because you are not dying. Now get up!" John says, and I look over at him to

someone in cold blood. He was no

Kalen says, and to me that was truly sad because despite everything I knew he was just broken and twisted, yet he wasn’t a complete monster, I had seen parts of him that proved

 

courts and council won't see it that way," I

that's the case, you never killed him. Just like you didn't kill Preston, I did." Kalen states, and I look at him before

itchy. Blood splatters the floor and covers Kalen's already drenched shirt. John steps forward as I choke on

doesn't matter," I tell them, holding up my hand, drenched in my blood. Kalen looks at John, who nods, his eyes turn glassy, and he clears

Me or Kalen? Choose because I am not going home

look between them when Kalen grabs a makeshift chair

choose, Macey. Neither one of us wants the job of telling your daughter their mother

between them and saying nothing. If I choose one, either way, I would be Valen's new stepmother or Everly's. That thought disgusted me. I loved these two old fossils, but not in that sense, and after feeling the bond

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