Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son Chapter 36

Valen POV

The moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was mine when he suddenly squealed loudly and barrelled toward me on his little legs and crashed against me. I imagine the look on my face was of pure horror at first as the pint-sized creature clung to my legs.

Tatum and Marcus just stared gobsmacked, and Marcus had his mouth wide open like he trying to catch flies.

“I found you, I found you, I knew I would find you,” The boy screams, bouncing on the balls of his feet. I pat his back, not knowing what to do with the kid. Yet touching him only made this scenario more real, I was kind of thinking my drink was spiked, and someone slipped me hard drugs, and for a second, I kind of hoped they had until I got a whiff of his scent.

He was a Rogue, but his Alpha aura was strong, too strong for just me, indicating both his parents were Alpha born. Only another Alpha would scent the potency of his aura even as small as he is, but his scent was also familiar.

“So he is yours then?” Tatum asks, stepping into my apartment. I blink before staring down at him, his big amber eyes staring up at me. There was no doubt. he was mine. And I nod, apparently I have a son? But how, who wouldn’t jump at the chance to have a kid t o an Alpha? What woman in the world would hide it, that’s assurance for life having an Alpha’s child, what woman doesn’t want that?

“Who did you knock up?” Tatum asks while Marcus just rubbed his chin; he raises a finger in the air like he was about to say something then closed his mouth before opening and closing it. First time I had seen him lost for words.

“Everly…She has a?” he doesn’t finish when I pick up the creature that apparently came from my family jewels. I press my nose into his neck, wondering if I smelt right. I near dropped him when I am smashed with her mouth -watering scent perfuming out from his pores along with mine.

The boy giggles and tucks his chin as my stubble brushes his neck and face. “Stop, it tickles, ” He laughs, and I couldn’t help but smile at his adorable cackle before he reaches for my neck with his tiny hands, and I place him on my hip, sniffing his head.

“Your mother is Everly Summers?” he nods.

“Yep, and I am Valarian Summers, ” That would be changing, I thought instantly.

“Mum will be so happy, now you can be with my mum, I can take you home to surprise her, and we can be a real family,” he says, smiling with all his teeth on display. Somehow I did not see that happening, but it raised another question, how the hell did I get her pregnant when I hadn’t slept with her.

“Valarian?” I murmur, making me wonder if he was named after me and what a resemblance to my mother’s name, Valarie; she died when I was a baby. I liked the name but was shocked she would name him after me, yet how did she manage to keep him

from me, and more importantly, how is he here without her?

“How old are you?” I ask him.

“Five,” He answers, holding up his hand fingers splayed out, and I look at Marcus.

“How?” I ask him, and he shrugs.

“Well, I am sure you know-how, ” Marcus says, and I raise an eyebrow. Of course, I know-how. But I wanted know-how it was possible; it made no sense.

is Everly’s, ” I repeat to him, and he

both in case someone comes up here looking for me. I definitely didn’t want anyone overhearing how the mother of my child

to take him, but I tug away from him, not wanting to put my new son down. Instead, hugging him closer and

didn’t want but now suddenly couldn’t imagine not having him in it. Please be real; if

to eat,”

smell like

a real

did your dad make you leave too as mums did? He called her names, and we had to build our own family, ” Valarian states,

tell me all about your village, and then I think we

aren’t coming home

we try to bring your mum here?” I tell him

kitchen, and I place him on the couch sitting across from him on the other. Marcus brings him a glass of milk, and Valarian takes it from him, gulping down half the glass before looking around at the coffee table. His brows furrow, but he doesn’t set the glass down and I clench

your coasters? You need coasters, ” he says, sitting like a statue as if the thought of placing the cup down would make the

off, and coming back with a coaster. I watch as Valarian places the coaster on the coffee table when Marcus gives it to him before he makes sure his cup is perfectly centered. The coaster

wondered if she meant our son. Valerian clasps his hands in his lap, looking around and

you find

couldn’t find your street. Casey got the wrong maps. And then I found

take it you’re the missing rogue boy, I heard

He asks excitedly,

he stands by the couch Valarian sits

mother is

always worry’s about

imagine that is what mothers do?” I

tell me more about your Village,” I ask him. “What do

which pack your

his head and chews his lip

be best friends, she doesn’t

met her parents, ” He

kicked her out because mum had me, but she isn’t a rogue- whore right?” he says, his

that would have made her Seventeen or eighteen when she had him. But then Everly’s words flooded my mind, “I am not a rogue-whore“ she said, so that meant she knew

say why she didn’t

tell you, but you didn’t believe her, then she said she couldn’t, ” Marcus also looks at