Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son: Chapter 77

Going back to the room, I find Valarian was tucked in beside his mother. The blanket pulled high under his chin. My father was still seated beside the bed and he held a finger to his lips, pointing to the bed and I nodded.

“What was that about?” my father asked as I dropped into the chair beside him.

“John and I have no idea. Something is going on with him, though. He kept talking about some impending war,” I tell him, and his brows furrow.

“I will ask around, see if I can find anything out,” I nod, and he sighs.

“Do you want me to take Valarian?” I glance at the bed where Valarian lay and shake my head.

“No, I will take him home with me later; you head home,” I tell him, despite not wanting to leave Everly. Our son needed me, and I knew she would like one of us with him.

“Valen, I…”

“Not now!” I growl. I didn’t want to talk about him betraying my mother and not here in front of my son, even if he was asleep.

He closes his mouth and nods, getting up. “Ring if you need anything or want me to take him, but it will probably be good if he stays with you, he hasn’t been sleeping well.” My father before he leaves, and I sit back in my chair.

After an hour or so, my eyes grew heavy, and I kept nodding off. Yawning, I get to my feet to find Valarian still asleep with his mother only now. Everly was stirring, her nose crinkling, and I felt her consciousness slowly coming back as she sniffed our son. I was going to take him home, but as I watched her, maybe he was what she needed to wake up, so instead, I moved him closer to her before climbing in beside her and pulling Valarian on my chest. I placed his tiny hand on the side of her face.

Her breathing evened out again. I kissed his little head, and he rubbed his face against my chest when I heard her inhale deeply, making me look over at her to see her hand move. She rubbed her eyes, her hand not doing what she wanted as it became tangled in the cords attached to her.

Rolling on my side, Valarian slides between us, and I reach over and untangle her hand, making her eyes snap open. She looked really out of it, but her eyes cleared of their dreary state after a few seconds, and she lurched upright, her eyes going wide as she looked around the room. Gripping her shoulders, I push her back down.

“Emily?” she gasps.

“Alive! She is down the hall; stay still. You just ripped out your cannula,” I whisper, and she blinks her heart rate slowing. She exhales, and I tug the cords away, the machine going berserk, and I lean over, hitting the button for the nurse before shutting the device to the drip off, knowing the nurse would fix it. Grabbing Everly’s hand, I ran my tongue over where she ripped the needles and tap off, watching it heal before laying back down.

“Try not to move. You have cords everywhere and a catheter, which I am sure you don’t want to be ripped out,” I tell her. She nods, watching our son before brushing his hair with her fingers.

Valarian stirs under her touch, and she leans forward, sniffing his little head. My heart leaped seeing her awake, and her eyes went to me behind him.

“You’re forgiven,” she smiles softly, and my brows furrow. At first, I thought she was talking about not getting to her fast enough until she touched her neck, and I let out a breath of relief.

“You forgive me?”

“There was nothing to forgive. I should have let you when I marked you, but I heard you say it; I thought I dreamed it,” she said, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

“How long has it been?” she asks, her foggy mind becoming clearer and clearer by the second.

“A few days,”

“Did you find the facility?” Everly asked. I tilted my head to look at her better. That was the first time I heard about a facility.

“What facility?”

“The one where Emily’s son is, where she escaped from. She didn’t tell you?”

“Emily is in a coma, love; we haven’t spoken with her; I will notify the patrols and send some scouts out. Did she say anything else?” I asked when Valarian stirred and yawned. She shook her head. Everly smiled, watching him, burying her face in his neck and peppering his face with kisses. He pushes her face away and giggles before recognition hit him.

“Mum?” he whispers and she smiles. He pounces on her, making her grunt.

“Careful, she is still sore,” I tell him, gripping his waist, but Everly shakes her head, ignoring her discomfort as she hugs him tight.

“You’re awake,” Valarian murmurs, breathing in his mother’s scent, and she nods.

Valarian pulls his head from her neck and looks down at her. “You need to brush your hair,” he says, looking at her hair which was a mess on her head.

“Do I now?” she asks and he nods.

“Can I wake up properly first?” she laughed, and he nods. He looks at her neck and smiles.

“Daddy marked you, now you belong to him,” Valarian beams, and I clear my throat, and Valarian looks at me while Everly shakes her head with a laugh. “Pretty sure it’s the other way around,” I tell him.

His brows pinch together. “But you’re the Alpha?” he says.

“Yes, when your mother lets me be,” I chuckle.

“So mum owns you?”

“We belong to each other. No one owns anybody,” Everly says with a shake of her head.

“But we can live with dad now?” Valarian asks, and I raise an eyebrow at her to hear her answer.

“What’s it going to be, Luna?”‘ I mind linked, and her eyes widen when my voice floats through her head, and I could feel how giddy she was being part of a pack link again.

“Yes, Uncle Marcus is living with Aunty Zoe now, so it will be a little squishy, don’t you think?” Everly asks him, and Valarian beams with excitement and nods his head just as the nurse opens the door.

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