Filed to story: Alpha’s Regret – My Luna Has A Son
“Amber?” “She wasn’t in on the plans, but she was made rogue. And obviously, she was the motivator for her father.” Zoe nods her head at his words. “I let you kill him, and Amber dies.” she sighs. “It’s your decision, Valen tells her, but what Marcus wanted her to say is clear.
“There’s been enough death. Please ensure he isn’t jailed in the city,” Zoe answers. “Zoe?” Marcus says. “No, it’s my decision, and I won’t kill her because of what he did. She can live with it just like he will have to live with his mistake the same way I have to live with the memory of it,” she says.
Marcus nods to Valen, his free arm slipping around her waist as he pulls her to his side.
“What about Nixon’s Pack?” I ask “It will be dismantled. Those still alive and pack members can decide where they go or remain and live as a rogue.” Valen states, and I nod. “We still have no idea of Nixon’s whereabouts. His mate is being questioned, but the werewolf council is trying to find something to charge her with. Besides her trying to get us arrested, we don’t really have any charges against her.”
Valen tells us. “And if they can’t charge with her anything?” “She’ll be made rogue and watched until she slips up,” Valen states. Well, it was better than nothing, but I did not like the idea of her being in the city, but she can only be charged with what we can prove.
Valen holds his hands out, wanting to take baby A from my arms, and I hand her over to him, my arms suddenly feeling empty. “She’ll need burping,” I tell him, and he nods, placing her over his shoulder while I tuck my boob away. “Though of any names yet?” Macey asks.
“Yeah, I wanted to ask about that actually,” Valen states, and I was glad he had names because I had nothing “So let’s hear them,” Macey says. “I’m still stuck on one, and if it’s okay with you, I was wondering if I could pick the names?” “You want to name all three?” I ask him worriedly.
What if he names them something strange or if all their names start with V? “I promise I won’t fill out the paperwork until you agree,” he states. I chew my lip but sigh.
“I swear if you name them after a car or something strange that they won’t be able to pronounce, I will kick your ass and don’t name any Everly! I tell him. “Promise, but you have to wait until tomorrow. Dion is engraving their bracelets,” “Wait, you already went ahead?” I chuckled.
“I knew you would say yes. He just waiting for the last name.” he shrugs. “What if I said no?” “You could have named the last one but would need to make it match my middle name. That is what I am having trouble with, a name to go with the middle name.” Valen tells me, and I narrow my eyes at him accusingly. “You’ll like the names, I promise,” he says, smiling slyly.
Valen POV
We were finally going home, and I was beside myself with panic and I think that this was the slowest I had ever driven in my life. Cars were honking their horns behind me, and I glared at the driver in my mirror. Does he not see the baby on board sticker?
“Valen 50kms is already too slow for this strip. You’re doing 20 under,” Everly hisses at me as cars overtake me.
“We have fragile cargo in the car. What if their little heads wobble?” Just saying that has me reduce my speed more. It wasn’t worth the risk!
“We are more likely to get hit with you going this slow,” Everly scolds, and I sigh.
“I’m serious, Valen. Speed up or let me drive. They’re more durable than you think,”
“They are newborns!” I catch Everly rolling her eyes.
“I get this is your first newborn, and you want to wrap them in cotton wool, but seriously, they are durable, geez. Valarian fell off the bed once, screamed his damn head off, but he is perfectly fine,”
“You dropped him off the bed?” I ask, horrified.
“No! Of course not! He rolled off. Damn near had a heart attack.” She laughs.
“Why are you laughing?” I asked, outraged. She was not holding them if she was going to be dropping them.
“Nothing. Just something your mother said when she raced to our room because I was screaming like a banshee thinking I killed him.”
“What did she say?” I asked, curious.
“I told her what happened, and her reply was. He’s screaming. He’s fine. It’s when they don’t make noise that you worry.” I raise an eyebrow at her.
“How old was he?”
“6 months old.Don’t even get me started on how many times I smacked the kids head on the door frame lifting him into his car seat. He turned out perfectly fine.” she states while all I could think was how the heck my son was still alive? He should have brain damage with all these bumps to the head.
“Perfectly fine? The kid has OCD.See what dropping him did?” Everly sighs and shakes her head.
“I wonder where he gets that from. I bet the entire house is baby proofed,” she taunts.
“OCD is not genetic,” I tell her.
“I would debate otherwise,” she retorts.
“And I don’t have OCD,” I argue.
“So you didn’t babyproof the entire place?” she scoffs, I swallow.
“Of course not!” I tell her, opening the mind-link. She shakes her head and peers out the window.
“What’s up?” Marcus asks. He was watching Valarian for me since I couldn’t fit everyone in the car. “All the baby proofing stuff, hide it. Undo it. I need to prove to Everly I don’t have OCD.She thinks I am OCD,” I scoff.
“Ah, but you do have OCD,” Marcus replies and I bite back the urge to growl at him.
“No, I don’t! Just do as I ask, damn it. I am five minutes out,”
“On it,” Marcus says, and I cut the link.
“So, are you going to tell me the names you picked?” Everly asks, leaning over to check the babies.
“You will find out tomorrow when I pick up the bracelets,” I tell her, and she hisses, clutching her stomach as she turns back to face the front. “Sit still before you hurt yourself,”
“I’m fine,” she says as I pull into the parking garage.
“That was the slowest damn drive of my life. Next time I am driving!” she states, shoving the door open. Now, to master these capsules, they were a real bitch to get in. I had to get my father to show me, who was just as useless, and he then enlisted John to help, but he was no help either.
So we all gave up and let Zoe and Macey handle it. Everly plucks a capsule out, then the middle one while I was still struggling to undo the one I was in charge of.
“Squeeze the handle. The red button on the side and lift!”
“I am squeezing and pressing.It’s faulty.” I tell her, becoming flustered. Everly clicks her tongue and walks around to my side, one baby capsule in each hand. She sets them down and pushes me out of the way with her hip. I glare at her when it takes her two seconds to do it.
Now she was just showing off!
“You’ll get the hang of it,” she says, walking toward the elevator while I grab the baby bags. Man, these tiny creatures owned some shit. I felt like a mule carting it all up. When the elevator doors open, Marcus opens the mind-link as I step inside. “How do I get the toilet things off? I can’t even open the lid,” Marcus tells me. “What? How am I supposed to know? I didn’t install them.
The handyperson did just before you got there,” “Not even Valarian can open it. I had to piss off your balcony earlier because of this contraption.” He growls. “Valarian is pulling down the gates. I don’t get it.
Why do you have gates up when they can’t even lift their own heads, let alone walk?”. Everly presses the button impatiently, crossing her legs. “Are you okay?” I ask her.
“Yeah, I need to pee,” she says, and I blink “Get the damn toilet thing off! Break it for all I care!” I scream at Marcus through the link. “I’m trying! What do you think I am doing?” Marcus snarled as the door opened up. Everly waddles like a duck to the door, shoving the key in the lock.
She twisted frantically and growled before the door opened, and she rushed inside. I trailed behind her to see her set the babies down next to the couch before she darted off up the hall, and I heard a crash.
“Valen!” she groans. I set baby C down and rushed up the hall to find she had tripped over a gate. She hauls herself up to run to the bathroom. Marcus rushes out just before she enters, and she slams the door. And I look at Marcus, who shakes his head. The next minute, I hear her scream. “Valen!” she snarls as she tries to undo the toilet trap. I cringe and wait for the door to open.
“Not OCD, huh?” I smile awkwardly as she folds her arms across her chest, her overfull boobs giving me a delicious sight. Those puppies were huge, and I and I couldn’t wait to touch them. “Eyes are up here!” Everly says while I lick my lips, imagining them jiggling above me as she rode my cock. “And now you get to clean the bathtub because I just had to pee in it,” she growls, pushing past me.
Damn it! ******** Everly POV Watching Valen, I found it rather amusing. He treated them like they were made of glass. “Should she be crying like that?” he asks, watching baby C scream her head off as I switched boobs since she was struggling to latch while Valen passed me, Baby A, so I could tandem feed.
“She is fine,” I tell him, though I was getting sick of calling them the baby alphabet. I wanted to know the names he chose, but he was remaining tight-lipped. Baby B was asleep. Or was until a few minutes into feeding. “Can you grab her?” I ask him. Although he was already walking to her bassinet, he leaned over, cooing and pulling faces at her.
I watch him lift her before he subtly sniffs the air before holding her at arm’s length, his fingers behind her little head as she stretched and farted. “You need to change her,” Valen demands, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Please!” he offers. “No, you need to change her. I am feeding these two.” I tell him with a smirk. I knew he could change a diaper. I had seen him change wet ones, and now he gets to change a shitty one. Valen pursed his lips determined, and I tried not to smile and laugh. As he set her down on the end of the bed, gathering what he needed just as Valarian walked in.
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