Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son: Chapter 61

Valen POV

Tucking Valarian in bed, I was excited to get back to Everly. Finally, my b*lls are so blue that I just want her to touch it and even look at it. I would take anything at this point; I ain’t picky, I will probably blow a load just by the sight of her pretty pink v*g!na.

Walking to the door, I had a spring in my step until my spawn opened his little mouth. “Can you read me a book?” Valarian asks; I froze with my hand on the door mid escape. Please be a five -page pop-up book with one sentence on each page.

“Sure,” I tell him turning around and stepping over Casey, who was asleep on his trundle. Valarian holds up the never-ending story. It literally was a never-ending f**cking story. The thing was at least five hundred pages. Please be big lettering like page size, one letter a page big letters.

Valarian shuffles over, and I squeeze next to him on the bed, having to fold myself like origami to fit on the pint-sized human bed and open this book which, of course, was to do with space just like his bedroom.

At least it’s educational, I gr0an. Which id!ot brought this book? Wait, I did; I was that id!ot. I would never encourage nighttime reading again; I get it now! Valarian looks up at me, blinking and yawning with a cute little face staring at me expectantly. I start reading and get to some part on the milky-way and glance down, hoping he is asleep, but then I make eye contact with eyes that match mine. He was awake! Why, why do you do me like this! I was aware I was chucking a tantrum, knew it was a tantrum but for the love of God, go to f**cking sleep!

Stifling a growl and the urge to toss the book out the window, I continued reading. I knew Everly could feel my frustration, possibly feel the weight in my damnn b*lls too. Zoe owes me big for her crotch goblin waking my boy when I could finally get in some s*xy time.

Even reading to Valarian, she kept mumbling about pink unicorns or some crap. I was damn near tempted to duct tape her mouth shut or put her in the hall. Lucky she is cute and kind of growing on me. To be honest, she had me at Uncle Valen, so I guess I wouldn’t disown her yet, and I would let her stay. I continued reading this encyclopedia on space. An hour goes by, and I swear I heard Everly chuckle in the room down the hall. She was enjoying my torment, enjoying my blue b*lls.

I almost did a happy dance when I noticed the fruit of my loins had finally crashed and carefully snuck off his bed. Stepping over Casey only to find her staring up at me, and in her hands was another book.

“Ah, sweety, my throat is dry,” I tell her, and she pouts, fluttering the lashes of her big hazel eyes. ”You can have a sip from my drink bottle, Uncle Valen,” she says while beaming and holding it up. That bloody word again, but it sounds so endearing. ‘Uncle’ has a nice ring to it. That’s it. Zoe is on my most wanted list, off with her f**cking head.

Casey moves over and rummages on the shelf pulling out a book that thankfully only had about twenty pages. She holds up her drink bottle to me, and I shake my head. Definitely not drinking from that after she slurped on it.

“For your throat, so you can read, ” she said, and I heard Everly snicker. She is sorely mistaken if she thinks she is getting out of it, or would be by the time I was done with her.

No amount of willpower could stop the gagging cough as I squirted the tiniest amount of her water in my mouth. The time it took for me to swallow it and not run for the bathroom and sanitize my mouth was the longest few seconds of my life. It was like forcing myself to swallow a golfball.

“You can have some more; I don’t mind sharing,” Casey chirps. Does she not know whose father I am? Does she not see that he gets his strange behaviors from me? Casey insists on me drinking some more of her backwash drink bottle, and I gag. The water tasted slimy. It shouldn’t taste slimy. Why is it slimy?

That was definitely spit and I think, a piece of cookie. I looked at the drink bottle and the tiny hole at the top before looking down at Casey. How? I wanted answers on how she could get a cookie in her drink bottle. It makes no sense, and I just swallowed it.

Casey, now happy my non-existent thirst was quenched, hands me her book. I was going to hunt down the author or director, whoever invented prancing trolls, and murder them. They deserved death. I understood Valarian’s hate for the movie, show, whatever the heck it was.

The kid was obsessed. And I don’t mean slightly; I am pretty certain Casey was their number one fan. They should be giving her freebies at this point. She was a walking, talking promotion for them. Even the hairbands in her braided hair had princess poppy on them. I settled next to her reading it to her. I tried to skim a few lines to hurry it up.

But she caught me. She is obsessed. I don’t know why she needed me to read it. She knew it word for word and could probably recite it backward. After the fifth read-through, she finally passed out, and I made a quick dash for the bathroom and chugged down half a bottle of mouth wash before brushing my teeth and finishing the other half of mouth wash. I needed to cleanse my insides of the bacteria I had just ingested. I shiver at the thought of the germs in that bottle.

I sneak back to my room with a sigh of relief and shut the door and flick the lock. I mentally debated dragging the dresser in front of it, too but figured surely they couldn’t pick a lock.

Turning around, I looked at the bed. Nope, not happening. She was asleep. I did not just ingest a slobbered on piece of cookie and drink spit water, and read half the damn library for her to fall asleep before I got back.

Nope, she is paying up. I briefly wondered if I could get her to pay up for the kiss she owes, maybe k!ss my little head instead of my big one. I ponder cursing Zoe and the kids for a few seconds before climbing in the bed like a creeper and stalking my mate. Sneaking between the sheets, I climb between her legs only for her to knee me in the face.

” Sh*t, are you alright?” She mumbles, half asleep.

“Valen, it’s late,” She whines and yawns as I shove her legs apart and grip her a*s in my hands and drag her p*ssy closer for me to feast on. I s*ck on her th!gh, and she jumps as I n!p and s*ck at her skin, working my way to my prize.

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