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

Chapter 116

Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son Chapter 116

 

Everly POV

 

There are no winners in a war. Either way, somebody loses, and even the winners lose.

They lose friends, family, humanity, and themselves. We won the battle, but no one wins the war because no one walks away unscaffed after witnessing such carnage, such loss, and it always ends in grief.

 

Grief shows you how valuable life is but also how cruel life is. It shows you the darkness of losing someone. Then it shows you the light in appreciating others more. You realize how precious life is but also how short life can be.

 

You learn how torturous it can be when you lose someone you couldn’t imagine living without, but somehow you do.

 

Somehow, you’re still breathing even when the pain of grief is so intense you believe it will kill you and sometimes wish it would, just so you don’t have to know the pain of losing them.

 

Standing in this hall with hundreds of peering faces staring back at us, you could see their grief as if they wore it like armor, as if it was branded into their very being like a tattoo, screaming their anguish.

 

You could hear their gut wrenching screams as they realized the pain they were feeling wasn’t hurt loved ones but broken bonds, and broken families, broken.

 

1 Nothing will kill your soul more than losing a loved one.

 

Nothing will break you down more than realizing you will never hold them again, never hear their voices, never see them.

 

1 We stood on a podium while Valen called out the names of loved ones, needing them to come forward to claim their dead sons, dead mates, and dead parents, and while trying to mask my own grief, I witnessed theirs, felt theirs with each broken tether.

 

How Valen called out the names, it was almost as if he was desensitized to death, expressionless.

 

Yet, through the bond, I knew he was barely holding it together as their screams and pain rippled through him like a stone tossed in the lake, that rippling tide on repeat, and I don’t know how he bared it as he tried to keep the bond blocked, though those that sifted through I felt, felt him, felt them.

 

broken, meaning a possible Ninety-one more

 

those deaths were men,

 

my father sitting vacantly ahead, I

 

called the names, and we heard their cries. It felt surreal, like a nightmare, a loop of horror that we were desperately trying to wake

 

with the council investigators; they were raiding my father’s house when the attack started and they quick to jump in to help. Then while

 

apparently volunteered in the name of science, put up their hands for their own

 

As each forsaken shifted back after their death, we were left with their true identities. He killed

 

were the missing rogues. They were promised rnoney, a cure, and a pack for their sacrifice. A sacrifice that ended in their deaths. Some thought it was worth the risk. We

 

had apparently switched off her life support before fleeing the city, leaving behind his son in a padded room, which we learned held the cure in his

 

do with it or knew anything of

 

the pack had before running away like a coward leaving behind his mate, his son, and killing Carter’s sister. I thought

 

word to describe what he had done to this city, to his own people and his family. 2 Carter had handed his

 

finding a cure for the incurable. He was planning on infecting the world and then

 

swift nod before I make my way over to them. Valarian and the

 

father wanders out looking rather lost. I was about to go to him when Kalen

 

 

 

to save his leg,” Zoe whispers to me. “And Macey, she was bitten, wasn’t

 

shakes her head. “She isn’t infected. She called me before her blood tests came back clear, however, Tatum is riddled with venom, and they aren’t sure if he will make it,” “Marcus?” she nods toward him, where he is

 

is fine, Beta blood. He is stronger than most, but so many are infected. Hopefully, Carter’s blood really is the cure that’s needed,” Zoe says, and I swallowed. “Have you seen Ava?” I asked her. “I gave her your

 

home without mum. We waited. Neither of us knew what

 

I didn’t know the first thing about dealing with the werewolf council or what we do from

 

over with Marcus. He rubs his hands up my arms. His touch was

 

out here,” he murmurs. “Where did our fathers go?” “Your father is staying

 

pretty drunk by the time dad finished talking to him,” “I could go for a bloody drink myself,” Marcus says,

 

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