Chapter 154 – Alpha’s Regret – My Luna Has A Son

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Kalen says as they look at me expectantly, and my lips part as I glance between them.

“So, who’s it going to be?” John asks.

‘’Me!”‘ comes a voice I never thought I would hear again.

Kalen and John turn toward the door where the voice came from and so do I, to see Tatum walk in.He was drenched and naked, and I had no idea how he got here, but there he was and I was in disbelief.

“And you better say yes because neither of their dusty old lips are touching my mate!” Tatum says, stepping into the cabin.

Emotion chokes me and makes me speechless, and my body was moving toward him long before my brain comprehended it.

Icrash into him, my arms wrapping around his neck and my legs around his waist.

Tatum stumbles back, clutching me, his fingers tangling in my hair as he grips me like I was his life jacket.

“I’m here now.I’m so sorry,”

Tatum whispers, kissing my face before tugging my head back, but I couldn’t even form words.

Stunned, he was here.

“I choose you, Macey.You are far more than I deserve, but I won’t let them mark you,”

Tatum whispers, his eyes going to my neck and Carter’s mark on it.He glances at the bed where Carter’s body laid.He swallows and turns back to face me.

Tatum sweeps my hair over my shoulder that is caked in blood and god knows what else before he snarls and sinks his teeth into my neck.

Pain ripples through me as his teeth slice through my flesh, tearing Carter’s mark to pieces and forcing his in its place.

The tingles start out slow as I feel the bond start sewing its way through me, ridding Carter’s essence and replacing it with his.

Burning like acid, the pain was excruciating bliss as he sank them deeper, his canines hitting bone, and I felt his saliva move through my veins, feel his soul binding itself to mine and forcing mine to stay.

A sob escapes me, and tears slip down my face as I turn my face into his neck, his bond strengthening mine and allowing my canines to extend.

Not an ounce of hesitation ran through me as I sank them into his neck, and fireworks exploded in my head.

Tingles made my skin vibrate as our souls entwined and bled into each other as the bond snapped into place.

Tatum gasps, pulling his teeth from my neck, and he runs his tongue along his mark, sealing it just as I pull my teeth from his.

He presses his forehead against mine.

“Let’s go home,” he whispers, and I nod.

Immense relief slivers through every atom in my body. I could go home.And I could go home to Taylor with the man I love as my mate.

EVERLY Hours Later All night I panicked, and I felt useless, sick with worry and guilt that I was just sitting here waiting for them to return. I would have just got in the way or become a constant worry for Valen. Sometimes, you need to sit back and allow someone else to take over. But for me, that was easier said than done. However, Valen had proven to me that he could be relied on. Even when we didn’t see eye to eye, he still showed up and still kept his promises.

And this time was no different. Valen said he would bring Macey home, and he did. Earlier in the night, not long after Valen left, Zoe couldn’t bear being home alone. Ava felt unsafe at home with just Zoe, or maybe it was her guilt about what happened to Zoe that she struggled to be alone with her. I didn’t know; I was just relieved to have them here. So my room in the maternity ward had turned into a drop-in center.

We sought comfort from each other’s presence. Zoe had some of the warriors bring in blow-up mattresses for the kids to sleep on. The nurses had also found two extra beds and brought them in. Macey had caused quite a fuss when she got here. She refused to be checked over until she saw Taylor.

Valen, Tatum, and Marcus dealt with pack dramas, council members, and officials. Ava had gone home with Dad and Kalen after they left, and I felt wired and overly emotional. Or maybe it was because of everything that had gone on recently, or perhaps it was my fluctuating hormones from having the girls.

Yet as I looked around the room, I was brought back to the day I met these two women, two women who became my sisters. Macey laid beside me in the hospital bed, a drip in her hand, Taylor tucked against her side asleep while she held one of my girls.

Zoe sat by my feet, holding my other daughter while I breastfed the other one in my arms. Zoe feeling my gaze on her, looked over at me, placing my daughter over her shoulder to burp her.

“Don’t you start? You cry, we all bloody cry,” she chuckles sniffles, shaking her head and glancing at Casey and Valarian asleep on the blow-up mattress in the room’s corner. She turned back to me and smiled sadly, then stared off at Macey, who was watching us.

Zoe’s guilt was clear on her face. She felt terrible Macey killed her mate for her, for all of us. “Man, this is like a dose of déjà vu,” Macey mutters, and it is clear she was thinking the same thing as me. “

Only thing missing is our rumbling bellies and the rude nurses and midwives,” Zoe chuckled darkly. “And the sneers and mutters, let’s not forget those,” Macey says, and I swallowed.

“This hospital is a little nicer, too,” I snickered, peering down at my daughter attached to my breast. “It feels like a lifetime ago,” Zoe mutters, and I nod, looking around at our kids, at my sisters. “That’s because none of us are those girls anymore,” I told them, and it was true.

All of us came from nothing and built ourselves up in our own images. We raised our children together, and we did it through blood, sweat, and tears.

We did it despite not believing we could at the start until we showed ourselves what we were capable of.

Showed ourselves we didn’t need anyone because we had each other. “We aren’t alone this time. It’s not the same. We aren’t scared little rogue women with no names, no identities, and no chance.

It’s different because we are. It’s different because we know our worth; back then, we didn’t.” I tell them. Macey nods, wiping a stray tear that escapes, and Zoe, I see, bites her lip to stop it from trembling. “I know, it’s just I hate maternity wards,” Macey says, and I understood that fear. Understood what it was like seeing families gushing excitedly while we were tucked away, not to be seen.

Understood the trauma that was left behind from that experience. I know the feeling of walking out the hospital doors with a newborn in your arms and not knowing what you’re doing or who to turn to. Not knowing how to provide for the baby in your arms when you can’t provide for yourself.

“We’ll get through this,” Zoe says, pursing her lips, a faraway look in her eyes, and I brush her lower back with my feet through the blanket, bringing her back from where her mind took her.

We all know that feeling of being so low we thought we would drown in our despair and fear, and it’s what brought us together. It’s also what drove us to prove everyone wrong. We would be heard, seen, and prove to them and ourselves that we didn’t need anyone.

And we did just that. So I knew Zoe was right. This was just another obstacle we would get through. Because despite everything going wrong and finding ourselves back where we started, in a sense. It was not the same.

We were far from that place and faced new challenges, but now we had the knowledge and drive backing us to overcome them. And most of all, we had each other and the village we built.

The village we watched get destroyed and then rebuilt again. Brick by bloody brick, we would rebuild the fractured parts of us. We won’t bleed anymore. We’ll patch those walls, repaint, readjust, adapt, and rebuild ourselves.

We would morph into the next phase of life because life would continue, and we would continue showing it we weren’t to be beaten. We would show life that all our flaws and scars, the peeling paint and cracked crumpling pieces, didn’t mean we were broken or condemned. No, those broken pieces, once put together again, restored, strengthened us, and just added character.

Showed the rough edges, and still, it came together beautifully, just like I know we would again. Only this time, we had our mates behind us to help. We relied only on each other and the routines we had built for so long.

We lived and breathed each other. Leaned on each other or ourselves so much that it felt good to let go of some of the weight on our shoulders and breathe without restraint. And by the looks on the girl’s faces, as our mates walked in, they felt the same.

Gone was the fear of loneliness, burden, and responsibility because we once had others willing to share it. And not out of obligation or expectation, but because they wanted to.

“Did you sort everything?” I asked Valen as he came over to me. He leans down, kissing my forehead and brushing bubs cheek.

Marcus was trying to steal the baby from Zoe’s arms while Tatum watched Macey hold Baby , resting his head on her shoulder as he sat on her other side. “Yes,” Valen whispers. “What about Carter?” Macey whispers, her glistening eyes flicking to Zoe and then Tatum. He pecks her cheek.

“I’ll help you organize the funeral,” Zoe says, and Macey chokes. “I’m sorry, I know ….” “He was your mate,” Zoe says, simply glancing at Tatum. “And as much as I wish I was your fated mate, I understand you need to put this behind you,” Tatum whispers to her.

“I doubt anyone will go, but it didn’t feel right leaving him there to rot,” Macey states, looking down at my daughter. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Macey.

You know this,” Zoe tells her. “I know it’s just,” “It’s because you’re not a monster like he was. And I don’t expect you to pretend not to care, Macey, just because of what happened. We will be standing right beside you.” Zoe tells her with finality to her voice. “That leads to another question I have for you, Zoe?” Valen says beside me.

Marcus growls, the sound threatening, and he presses his lips in a line. Zoe looks at Valen questionably before sighing loudly. “Let’s hear it then?” she states. I see her walls go up as if she was about to take a blow. I had hoped Valen held off, but I would support her decision. ·

“Amber handed over the location her new mate was hiding out. Derrick has him in the cells. He is the last one. We found out Carter killed the other. But–”. “Amber and he marked each other when she left, Micah.”

Zoe finishes for him, and Valen nods his head. “We want to know what you want to do? The council supports any decision you make. Well, what is left of the council?” Valen tells her, and she sucks in a breath.

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