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

Chapter 112

Macey POV

I felt like an idiot ringing Everly, but I couldn’t sit there and try to hold myself together in front of Zoe; she was too emotional, and seeing her cry would make me bloody cry. The woman was a damn onion. Zoe wore her emotions for the world to see. I loved that about her, but I just wanted silence right now.

Everly was the opposite. I swear she is made of steel. It took a lot to break the woman. Everly was our rock. She was the glue that held us all together; she never judged, questioned, and was just there when you needed her, no matter what.

So that is why I chose her. I would have gone home to mum, but even she wasn’t an option. She would blame me, and rightfully so. Mum loved Tatum, and so did Taylor. Now Tatum was just another person ripped away from her right as she got used to them, another way I had failed her.

Taylor was at Zoe’s, and I was going to go over and pick her up, but I decided against it as I climbed into m y car. I felt terrible knowing I was ruining her night, yet I knew Tatum would come home eventually, and I couldn’t face him. I just hoped he only needed time to get himself together.

I should have known better. Werewolf men are all the same. They want heirs, something I couldn’t provide. Was it too much to ask for somebody to want me and not what I could give them?

My phone vibrates as I am about to pull out of the driveway. I stop, and my hands are racing to dig it out o f my handbag shakily. Tatum’s name pops up. It is only a text message, and I open it.

Tatum: Can you leave the back door open? I have lost my keys.

Macey: I’m still home; I haven’t left.

Tatum: I will grab some clothes tomorrow while you’re at work.

Macey: Want me to drop some clothes over to you? Where are you?

Tatum: No, and I am at Creed’s place. I don’t want to see you right now. Just leave me be. You and Taylor can stay there until we figure something else out.

Macey: I’ll leave my keys in the mailbox for you. I am not staying in your house while you sleep on your friend’s couch. I replied before tossing my phone back into my bag.

It rings, C)4;|»Gd I ignore it. I don’t want a handout, and I am not living in a house that belongs to someone

who wants nothing to do with me.

Turning my car off, I twist the house key off before heading inside. I grab one of the moving boxes from the shed and load up some of Taylor’s toys that I know she won’t go without before grabbing her school clothes and my work uniforms, and our documentation. The rest I will organize to pick up

later. If not, I’ll just dip into my savings to replace it.

I knew how this worked. It wasn’t the first time I let myself get my hopes up. Once I had my bag packed and a box under my arms full of Taylor’s stuff, I flicked off the lights and locked the door.

before climbing into my car. I drove to Everly’s, angry with myself. If I had told him from the start, I could have avoided

Everly’s place, I couldn’t bring myself to get out of the car. My mind was plagued with what I would tell Taylor. She really likes Tatum, and he was good to her and the first real father figure she had. Her own father

I was pregnant. He hoped I would lose her. I was warned by my mother not to get involved with him.

when I was with Valarie. I lost sight of Valarie as I wandered down an aisle with Taylor. Yet the panic I felt when he walked into the same aisle with his pregnant sister nearly made my heart stop. Preston looked into the pram and snarled when he

in search of Valarie when she couldn’t be found, so I went to the parking garage. I had just gotten Taylor into her car seat when he attacked me from behind. He slammed my head into the door trim, splitting my forehead open. Luckily, the keys were still clutched in my hand, and all I kept thinking was that I needed to lock the car. I needed to protect her from him, so I hit the key fob and got to my feet as he tried to

You give your last breath so they can take another. I was a rogue, and Preston

smashed the windows, trying to get to her. Until Valarie could get to her, I needed to keep him distracted. And that’s what

the driver’s seat window to unlock her door, I picked up a broken piece of glass and plunged it into his neck. Valarie came out moments later, frantic with a bat she had stolen on her way out that she grabbed from one of the display stands. Yet it was too late, Preston was bleeding out at my feet, and

do was stare at his

she raised the bat and hit him in the head. Once, twice, thrice. “I did! Now get in the car

up putting me in the car, and she made a call. At the time, I was in too much shock

and that was the end. Kalen took the wrap and said it was self-defense.

Kalen, and Everly, and myself because when Valarie brought me back to the hotel, she rang Everly to help clean me up. After that, we never spoke of it again. Yet today, I still have the bat, the bat Valerie

me while I went to every class, determined not to feel helpless

sat in the car park of Valens hotel, one so similar to that place, I was reminded of that helplessness, only this time it was my fault. My phone rang in my bag, and Everlys ringtone played. Reaching over, I grabbed

are you? Did you pick up

to wake her or Zoe,” I answered. “Okay,

car park,” I admit. I just couldn’t

remember if I said goodbye o r not or if I hung up on her. I felt numb, stuck in memories of men’s worst and the one good one I

driver’s side

my seatbelt and slide into the passenger seat. She climbs in, starting m y car before leaving the underground car park and going to the rooftop car park.

of the car. She then climbs on the

you’re pregnant,” I tell her, but she pats the hood, and

climbing up beside her. She wiggles closer, the metal creaking under our weight. Everly rests her head on my shoulder, and I wrap my arms around her. And she asks what happened and I explain, then we watch the sunrise

“Where’s Valen?”

still inside,” she

for

I laugh because she was right, no one would ever come between us three, we had

come around, Mace,” Everly says. “And if

I sigh. Everly could always switch a situation.                          

“It will be alright.

We had each other. Always