Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Everly POV
The following day I thought I had made it; I thought I could go the entire day without dealing with mate dramas. Once he realized I was his mate, and after his persistence yesterday, I knew it wouldn’t be the last time I would be hearing from him. Valen didn’t seem like the type that was used to being knocked back by a woman. But he had to get used to it. There was no way I would allow my son to be taken from me.
Stepping out of my office, I groan when I see him walking down the corridor toward me and was going to turn in the opposite direction to escape out the side door and back to the safety of my apartment before having to retrieve my son from Preschool.
“Everly,“
“What? Alpha Valen, I am busy,“ I call over my shoulder. He jogs after me.
“Too busy to speak with your mate?“ He asks.
“Yep, definitely too busy for you, “ I tell him, continuing toward the door that led outside.
“Hmm, so you hire liars here because that cleaner just told me you should be going on your lunch break right now and that you aren’t busy,“ Valen says before gripping my arm. Sparks rushed up my arm and I jerked away from his touch as I turned to face him. Valen growls at me, and I glare at him.
”Geez, what is your problem? No need to act repulsed by me, ” he snaps at my reaction.
”I never said you repulsed me, but thanks, I will add repulsion to my list of reasons for hating you, ” I tell him though that was a lie; I didn’t hate him, his arrogance and the fact he couldn’t remember me irritated me but hate was too strong of a word.
Everything in me was calling me to press against him, to touch him and mark myself with his scent, some primal urge to claim him, but I shoved it down, ignoring it. He had my hormones and brain all muddled when he was near, and I wanted to run

from him, not liking the feelings he brought out of me. How I could detest and long for someone simultaneously irritated me.
”Why, why do you hate me because of Ashley? ” He asks, and I scoff before turning away.
“She means nothing to me,” Valen says when I start to walk away from him. He grips my arm, turning me back to face him, and I growl at him and try to shake his hand off, but his grip only tightens.
”Keep your hands off me. You have no right touch me, ” I snap at him. His eyes change and turn black. His wolf side presses forward at the warning in my
voice, he clearly didn’t like being challenged by his mate, or was it just my refusal to bow down to him, or maybe he was butt hurt that I wasn’t tossing myself at him like the rest of the bimbos he usually had hanging off his arm. I bet that was it; he wasn’t used to being rejected, and to be dismissed by a rogue must really grind his gears. His following words proved the latter. “I have every right to touch
what is mine, and you are mine Everly, every inch of you is mine , mine to touch, mine to mark, you are mine to claim, and I will claim you, ” I swallow and try to take a step back when my back hits the wall.
Valen’s canines slip from his gums, and he steps closer, pressing me against the wall. I swallow, finding myself caged in against the wall by him; his nose moves along my jaw to my neck. The sharp points of his teeth grazed my skin, and my eyes shut, my breathing becoming unsteady, and I hated my own body’s reaction at his closeness.
“You don’t seem so sure now Everly, you know who you belong to , and you do belong to me, ” He says, his breath fanning across my neck, and I inhale his addictive scent. My own gums tingle with the urge to mark him, claim him as mine, and I try to fight off the instinct that is infused in us.
I felt out of control, my heart rate increased, and my breathing became heavy as his scent wrapped around me. Valen moves closer , his entire body against mine, and a deep thrum from his chest vibrated against mine as he purred. Yet my body gave into his to his calling, the urge to let him take me, overriding common sense, and he used my own instincts against me. She -wolves are unable to resist the call of their mates.
The sound called me to give in to my mate on some instinctual level, like a sedative that made my brain suddenly stop working. He nips at my neck, and much as I hated what he was doing, the thought of him marking me also excited me. Bringing forth feelings for him I thought died long ago, reminding me of the urge to nest when pregnant. Some strange urge or compulsion doing what came naturally but also felt uncontrollable at the same time because it took free will from us; it was all instinct  and urges.
”Do I still repulse you, Everly, because your body says otherwise, ” He whispers against my skin before grazing my neck where his mark should be with his teeth again; I shiver when I feel his lips press against my skin before  he runs his tongue across my neck.
Valen groans obscenely; his hand skims under the side of my blouse. I gasp at his touch, and my hands feebly clutch the front of his shirt. I didn’t know if I wanted to pull him closer or shove him away, my brain and body fighting with each other. But damn, did his body feel good pressed against mine, so warm and my skin tingled.
I could feel the outline of his abs that were hidden beneath his shirt, his belt buckle digging into my stomach as he pressed closer until I could feel every line of him. A sigh escapes me, and my eyes jolt open at the noise I make. Valen’s hand moves higher before he squeezes my breast through my bra and growls softly before nipping at my jaw. I wanted to shove him off, but at the same time , I didn’t want him to stop, I wanted to feel his hands all over me without the clothes in the way.
The sound of someone clearing their throat makes me jolt back into reality, and I jump while Valen growls menacingly and I push him away from me instantly, the fog lifting. Though I miss his touch. Looking down the corridor, I see Macey and my cheeks heat, and she raises an eyebrow at me before tapping her fingers on her wrist. My brows furrow, and I quickly glance at my watch. Shit, I had to get Valarian from the  rogue Preschool; it would close soon. I knew I shouldn’t have taken such a late lunch. I would typically be waiting at the gate by now; it was nearly 4 :30 p.m.
“Zoe?“ I ask, and she nods.
“Already gone to get, “ She looks at Valarian.
“She should be back soon, “ Macey says carefully, letting me know Zoe was grabbing Valarian with Casey, and I let out a breath of relief.
“Thank you, Macey; I will be down soon. I just need to deal with something first,“