Chapter 152 – Alpha’s Regret – My Luna Has A Son

Filed to story: Alpha’s Regret – My Luna Has A Son

“About an hour away still, this storm is bloody terrible,” I tell him.

My windscreen wipers were going a hundred miles an hour, and the road was barely visible, even to my enhanced eyesight. We were going to have a hell of a time finding anything out there if it didn’t blow over soon.

“Your father and John have headed in,” Marcus tells us.

“They were supposed to wait for us,” I growled, annoyed they would be so reckless and enter forsaken territory without backup. My father at least should know better. I know John isn’t in the right headspace at the moment because of Claire, but even he should know better than to be this reckless.

“Yeah, well, your father found Carter’s car and apparently some dried blood not far from it and decided he was sick of waiting,” Marcus says.

“That was the last contact I had with him via the mind link, but I can feel them through the tether, but it’s as if they are both ignoring me now.”

“Pull over,” Tatum snarls. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eyes, ignoring him.

“Okay, have they got their phones?” I ask Marcus.

“Yep, but there is some sort of interference. After ten minutes, I lost them on the app,” Marcus says.

“Valen, pull over!” Tatum snarls, punching my dash when I ignore him. We were still an hour away. What use would pulling over be right now?

“Settle down. We are nearly there,” I tell Tatum, shoving him out of the mind link so I can focus on what Marcus is trying to say to me. I knew he was scared for Macey, but I never expected his next reaction when I didn’t do as he asked.

“Let me out! It’s quicker to go over the damn mountain than around it. Pull the car over, Valen,” Tatum yelled at me.

“Send …” my words are cut off when Tatum tosses his door open beside me, I jam both feet on the brake and rip the hand brake up. The car locks up, and I grit my teeth, trying to hang onto the steering wheel when he tosses himself out of the car.

Horror washes over me at the speed I was going. I had barely slowed down much when he threw himself out. The screeching of the tires on the wet road is loud as I try not to slide out and into a ditch. My eyes go to the rear vision mirror to see those behind us slamming on their brakes while Tatum’s body skidded and rolled across the road. One of them had to swerve to miss him, and I thought he was a goner for a few heartbeats.

My heart raced in my chest as the car came to a stop, and I tossed my door open when he stopped. Climbing out, I hear him groan and get to his hands and knees. ” Tatum!” I yelled, running toward him, and all I could smell was burnt rubber from my tires.

My warriors pulled off the road when he stood and staggered toward the opposite side of the road. Blood drenched him from where he all but skinned himself alive, his clothes torn from his body before he snarled, and my eyes widened in horror when I saw he was about to try to shift.

Though if he managed it, it would either help him heal or kill him, I wasn’t sure, but his leg!

“Tatum!” I yelled, about to command him, when I heard his bones snapping, and he screamed. Each pop and crunch of bone was loud even over the raging storm as my men started jumping out of their cars to try to stop him.

His skin was replaced with bloody fur, hands turned to claws as he tried to run, only to collapse to his knees as he forced the shift. I felt bile rise up my throat when he roared in furious anger as his body tried to refuse him, his bad leg not cooperating, and his claws raked across the wet road as he dropped his head and snarled. He was going to rip off his own leg.

His leg dragged, and it was the oddest, most gruesome thing I had ever seen in my life! Every part of him shifted slowly except for his leg.

Moments passed, which felt like hours when I saw his knee bend the wrong way before his shin snapped and fur ran along his busted leg. His scream of agony made me want to throw up when his femur finally snapped, and his leg twisted and shifted with him just as Dion and I reached him.

Dion and I reached him at the same time, and I went to tackle him but instead, I hit the hard wet ground with a thud when he took off running for the forest surrounding the mountain. Dion grabs my arm, yanking me up, and I curse, looking at the forest to see Tatum disappear into the long grass and trees.

“Shit!” I curse.

“What do you wanna do, Alpha?” Dion asks.

“Get back in your cars. I won’t risk anyone else,” I tell him. I hated it, but Tatum was on his own out there.

This place was full of forsaken, and I had to look out for my men. Marcus said the other side had been scoped out pretty well, and they hadn’t seen any Forsaken. On this side, however, we had no idea what was out there.

We race back to our cars, and I shake my head, cursing myself for being so stupid and allowing him in the mind-link. Yet I never expected him to jump from a moving car either.

Macey POV

Istared 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 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.

Thated 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.

That was my 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 her.

When I am done destroying myself, I look at the fistfuls of hair and my bloody fists.

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