Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 70

Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son Chapter 70

“She always watched; you just didn’t know. She watched you your entire life. Don’t let her down by having to watch you destroy yourself, ” I tell him before thrusting the letter at him.

He takes it, reading his name on the front. “What’s this?”

“From Valarie, it arrived in the mail a couple of weeks after her funeral along with a few others,” I told him, and he turned it over between his fingers. After shaking my head, I grabbed my bag from the counter and headed for the door.

“She’s dead, Everly. He kept her from me, and now she’s dead,” he said, and I stopped. Tears burned m y eyes as I stopped and turned to face him.

“She is only dead if you believe she is. That hotel is her legacy, hers. All those women and the rogues? She helped build that. I hated your father for so long and what he did to her; I may never forgive him for that, but if he hadn’t, none of that would exist. All those people, she gave them their lives back, that hotel gave them their lives back. She isn’t dead, Valen. Everything I am, Zoe is, Macey, your son, is her. Gone, yes, but she is not dead because no one will forget what she has given to us.” I told him. Valen shook his head before falling back onto the stool. He clutched his head in his hands, and his shoulders shook as he broke down.

“He lied; all those years he lied to me,” Valen cried, and I chewed my lip to stop it quivering before walking over to him. I ran my fingers through his hair before taking the letter from him. He looked at me, and I placed it in my handbag.

“What are you doing?”

“Come with me?” I told him, and he shook his head.

“I want to show you something, ” I tell him, pulling on his hand.

“But first, you need to get dressed; you stink,” I tell him, groaning as I pull him to his feet, and he chuckles. He sniffles and tries to kiss me, but I pull away.

“Did you make out with an ashtray?”  I asked him.

“That bad?” he asked, and I nodded, pushing him toward the bathroom. I turned the shower on, and he pulled his clothes off. After retrieving him a towel and fresh clothes, I sat next to the sink basin.

I messaged Kalen and checked on Valarian, who he said was asleep. When Valen got out, he changed,

smelling and looking like the man I loved.

“So, where are we going?” he asked as I retrieved my bag and keys.

“You’ll see,” I told him, leading him down to my car, his mother’s old car.

“This was hers, wasn’t it?” he asked, stepping aside and staring at it. Biting the inside of my lip, I nodded before chuckling.

“She wasn’t a rogue-whore like everyone thought. I believed she was like me. It wasn’t until she died that I understood what she meant when she said me and her were the same. She was mislabeled like me. She allowed everyone to see her that way, but she wasn’t. Your mother was an activist. An Activist for the Rogues, and all this and the hotel were all hers. Her legacy and what she fought for.” I told him, grabbing a picture off the wall.

I handed it to him; it was a blown-up newspaper clipping, Valarie front and center leading the protest with her banner held high, passing him another. It was of her standing on the roof of a cop car to rally her troops.

“She stopped when she fell pregnant with you. Everyone eventually forgot. Then I met her, and she met her grandson, and she started fighting all over again, only this time instead of fighting in the streets, she gave the rogues a home, and she asked me to continue it, ” I told him, looking around  at the memories that were once hers.

Moving to the back, I grabbed an old scrapbook. It was old and heavy, filled with every news clipping of her son, and at the back were photos of every event he attended that she snuck into. Grabbing the other down, it was of him growing up. I handed it to him, and he looked down at them before moving to clear off a box. I stood off to the side and watched him open it.

“She always watched Valen. She was there; you just didn’t know it. ” Valen nodded, turning the pages. I handed him back his letter before giving him the key.

“I will let you look. Just lock up when you’re done.” I tell him before pressing my lips to his shoulder.

“You kept it all these years?” he asked, and I looked over at him. My lips quivered, and I cleared my throat. This place always reminded me of her.

“Yes, because she wasn’t just your mother, Valen. For a while, she was also mine,” Valen nodded and turned back to the scrapbook. I smiled sadly before turning and walking back to my apartment, wiping my tears as I went.