Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son By Jess

Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son Chapter 116
Everly POV
There are no winners in a war. Either way, somebody loses, and even the winners lose.
They lose friends, family, humanity, and themselves. We won the battle, but no one wins the war because no one walks away
unscaffed after witnessing such carnage, such loss, and it always ends in grief.
Grief shows you how valuable life is but also how cruel life is. It shows you the darkness of losing someone. Then it shows you
the light in appreciating others more. You realize how precious life is but also how short life can be.
You learn how torturous it can be when you lose someone you couldn’t imagine living without, but somehow you do.
Somehow, you’re still breathing even when the pain of grief is so intense you believe it will kill you and sometimes wish it would,
just so you don’t have to know the pain of losing them.
Standing in this hall with hundreds of peering faces staring back at us, you could see their grief as if they wore it like armor, as if
it was branded into their very being like a tattoo, screaming their anguish.
You could hear their gut wrenching screams as they realized the pain they were feeling wasn’t hurt loved ones but broken bonds,
and broken families, broken.

1 Nothing will kill your soul more than losing a loved one.
Nothing will break you down more than realizing you will never hold them again, never hear their voices, never see them.
1 We stood on a podium while Valen called out the names of loved ones, needing them to come forward to claim their dead
sons, dead mates, and dead parents, and while trying to mask my own grief, I witnessed theirs, felt theirs with each broken
tether.
How Valen called out the names, it was almost as if he was desensitized to death, expressionless.
Yet, through the bond, I knew he was barely holding it together as their screams and pain rippled through him like a stone tossed
in the lake, that rippling tide on repeat, and I don’t know how he bared it as he tried to keep the bond blocked, though those that
sifted through I felt, felt him, felt them.
We won the battle, but we lost too. One hundred seventy-six lives were lost, Ninety-one bonds are broken, meaning a possible
Ninety-one more lives to wither away until either they die slowly or their bond does.
Most of those deaths were men, F<}
Yet seeing my father sitting vacantly ahead, I knew he wished it killed him.

Valen called the names, and we heard their cries. It felt surreal, like a nightmare, a loop of horror that we were desperately trying
to wake up from.
When he finished, we made our way out and met up with the council investigators; they were raiding my father’s house when the
attack started and they quick to jump in to help. Then while we cleaned up, they raided Nixon’s pack.
A vast majority of the forsaken turned out to be his own people, unbonded males that apparently volunteered in the name of
science, put up their hands for their own suicide, half his pack gone, and for what? The other half was shocked, and Nixon used
the attack as an escape from the city.
They were left abandoned. As each forsaken shifted back after their death, we were left with their true identities. He killed his
own people.
The rest were the missing rogues. They were promised rnoney, a cure, and a pack for their sacrifice. A sacrifice that ended in
their deaths. Some thought it was worth the risk. We were shocked to C: — Jul-1:1 —-hta .
onload I had find that his daughter was dead. He had apparently switched off her life support before fleeing the city, leaving
behind his son in a padded room, which we learned held the cure in his veins. 2 His blood was the key needed to save them.
The investigators told us that Carter was shocked by his father’s plans, that he had nothing to do with it or knew anything of it.
That he, too, was a victim of his own father’s cruelty.
A pack that was now left to him, Nixon had moved all his money and took every cent the pack had before running away like a
coward leaving behind his mate, his son, and killing Carter’s sister. I thought I knew evil, but ‘Nixon proved he was more than

evil.
There wasn’t an accurate word to describe what he had done to this city, to his own people and his family. 2 Carter had handed
his blood samples to the Slasher pack and Valen’s pack for tontina Castor tunaaminoala Nivan had testing.
Carter was a miracle. Nixon had accomplished something. He accomplished finding a cure for the incurable. He was planning on
infecting the world and then selling the cure to them. 2 Zoe was standing by the car with the kids and Kalen
. I touch Valen’s arm, and he looks over at me. I nod toward Zoe, and he gives a swift nod before I make my way over to them.
Valarian and the girls were sitting in the back of the car with the heating going as the night turned terribly cold, cold-like
emptiness we all felt.
I look at them, checking on them before leaning against the hood next to Zoe, when my father wanders out looking rather lost. I
was about to go to him when Kalen gripped my arm. “I’ll go check on him,” Kalen says, and I nod, grateful.
“Macey is still with Tatum. He has gone in for surgery to try to save his leg,” Zoe whispers to me. “And Macey, she was bitten,
wasn’t she?”.
Zoe shakes her head. “She isn’t infected. She called me before her blood tests came back clear, however, Tatum is riddled with
venom, and they aren’t sure if he will make it,” “Marcus?” she nods toward him, where he is walking over to Valen, who is still
talking to the council investigators.

“He is fine, Beta blood. He is stronger than most, but so many are infected. Hopefully, Carter’s blood really is the cure that’s
needed,” Zoe says, and I swallowed. “Have you seen Ava?” I asked her. “I gave her your spare house keys,” I nod.
Ava had said she wanted to stay with us the night. Dad too, was staying at our place, not wanting to go home without mum. We
waited. Neither of us knew what to do, so I left it to Valen and the Slasher Pack Alpha.
They seemed to be in their element dealing with all the aftermath, and I didn’t know the first thing about dealing with the werewolf
council or what we do from here.
When they are finished talking, and everyone eventually leaves, Valen comes over with Marcus. He rubs his hands up my arms.
His touch was warm, making me realize how cold my skin was.
“You should be in the car. It is too cold out here,” he murmurs. “Where did our fathers go?” “Your father is staying with mine.
Yours was apparently pretty drunk by the time dad finished talking to him,” “I could go for a bloody drink myself,” Marcus says,
sounding exhausted as he nudged Valen.
Zoe shoots him a look, knowing I don’t like Valen drinking, and he had been drinking recently over the last few weeks, and I
didn’t want him to fall back into old habits. “Come on, I should get you home,” Valen says, pulling me closer to use himself as a
shield to protect me from the wind.

He moves to the back of Zoe’s little car, where Valarian had fallen asleep with the girls. “Am I taking Taylor, or are you?” I asked
Zoe.
“Marcus and I will take her,” Zoe answers, and I nod, grabbing Valarian’s blanket after Valen grabs him. I kissed both the girls
who were sleeping soundly before following Valen to our car.
He puts Valarian in the back, and I place his blanket over him while clipping him in. We drove home in devastating silence.
1 I was glad it was dark because I knew the roads were still painted in blood, a storm was brewing above, and I was hoping most
of it was washed away by morning, Yet, we still had plenty of clean-up to do, plenty of people still missing because it was dark
before we found the vast majority of bodies, Valen parked out in front of the hotel instead of underground. I stared at the front by
the hedges where my mother’s body was before Valen gripped my hand, pulling my gaze away.
Those were the most harrowing hours of my life, sitting on the rooftop watching, trying to keep the kids distracted from
witnessing the horror scene below us.
Trying not to scare them, and when it was all said and done, Valen’s desperation to check on us sent him to the roof.
Not ideal, considering there wasn’t a speck of skin that wasn’t covered in blood. 1 Luckily the kids were half asleep, so hopefully,
they don’t remember seeing him, though I knew Valarian did.
He didn’t stop trembling until after Valen stepped out of the shower clean, and he realized it wasn’t his father’s blood, though he
had remained silent ever since.

It was impossible to convince the kids to keep their eyes closed while we left the roof, but Marcus brought blankets up to check
over their heads while we carried them to the first accessible floor so they wouldn’t see the forsaken my mother killed in the
stairwell.
1 Getting home, I unlocked the door, and Valen immediately went to put Valarian in bed, though the sound of crying I could hear
up the hall made me move to the guest bedroom I nudge the door open to find Ava in bed, huddled under the blankets; her body
shook as she sobbed.
Quietly, I move toward the bed before climbing in behind her and wrapping my arms around her, hugging her as close as my
belly would allow. I held her, and she cried, the sound breaking me into a million fractured pieces with sharp edges that pierced
my soul.
“She’s gone,” Ava whispered. I nodded my head against her back and sniffled. “I know,” I whispered, not knowing what else to
say. I couldn’t take her pain; it was mine, too, though I wished I could stop her from feeling it.
She cried herself to sleep, and I held her until then. Slipping out of bed, I moved toward my room. Pushing the door open, I find
Valarian in our bed, Valen wrapped around him. I slip my pajamas on, and Valen lifts his head. “He came in about 20 minutes
ago,” he whispers.
I nodded my head before quickly slipping into bed on Valerian’s other side. Valen drapes his arm across both of us, his hand
rubbing the side of my belly. “I was worried you would try fighting,” Valen murmurs, propping his head upon his hand to look at
me. I shake my head and place my hand over his on my belly and lean forward, kissing Valarian’s head.
“No, I wanted to, but it wasn’t worth the risk, and I would have been no help anyway; I was where I needed to be and where mum
wanted me to be, and that was

safe with Val,” I tell him.