Alpha’s Regret – My Luna Has A Son Novel – Everly POV My head spins as I look around at my surroundings. My head is pounding, and I instantly regretted drinking so much. Panic courses through me when I can’t immediately recognize my surroundings. I could tell I was in a room; the light coming in through the window was blinding as I tried to figure out where I was. The last thing I remember is the annual Alpha meet-up, a costume party I attended with my family.
My sister and I snuck off to meet with the other future Alphas after my father insisted that I needed to get in good with them, seeing as I am next in line and would have the pack handed over to me at the end of the year when I turn eighteen. Yet, for the life of me, I can’t remember how I got into this room. I groan, rubbing my eyes and praying I am seeing shit. The alcohol burning in my system is still making me confused, except when I go to move. Suddenly, I became aware of the heavy arm draped over my waist. My head whips to the side, praying that the heavy arm belonged to my sister and we had both passed out somewhere. My worst fears are realized, and I must contain my horror scream when I find a naked man lying beside me.
He wasn’t just any man but Alpha Valen of the Nightshade Pack. This man owned half the city and is from a rival pack. My father is going to murder me if he finds out. “Fuck!” I whisper under my breath before looking down to find myself also naked. The slight discomfort between my legs made me aware that I tossed my virginity out the window and have no memory of it. So much for that being a magical moment. I don’t even remember it. He must be a shit lay; I chuckle to myself. Of all people, it had to be the notorious Alpha and my father’s biggest rival. My phone vibrates on the floor beside the bed, causing me to nearly dive off to retrieve it.
My sister’s face pops up on the screen. I quickly answer it, mindful to keep my voice low, whispering into the phone. “Hello?” “Where are you? Dad is going to lose it, I told him you’re with me, but he has asked me to come home,” she shrieks through the phone. I look around before looking out the window, trying to figure out my location. Shit, I realize I’m still at the hotel where the Alpha meet was held. “Still at the bank’s hotel,” I whisper, and she pauses, going quiet for a few moments. “Oh my God, please tell me you didn’t fuck Alpha dickwad?” she whispers, knowing dad would kill me, probably disown me if he ever found out. Alpha Valen’s reputation was scandalous and terrifying.
I look over at the Greek God lying in bed beside me, ultimately passed out and unaware of me standing and gawking at him. I would love to see the horror on his face when he woke up, but he just might kill me along with my father. Shit, they may even conspire together to make my death exceptionally horrific. “No, of course not. I just fell asleep in one of the rooms here, completely alone,” I lie, hoping Ava believes me. I won’t get her caught up in my minor issue if dad asks her; she sucks a lying. She doesn’t know she can’t get in trouble because of me. “Stuff it, Dad asks. Tell him you stayed with Amber and me. I will have Amber pick you up on the way, be there in five,” she says, hanging up.
I quickly look around, scooping my clothes up off the floor and squeezing into the tight bodycon dress. I toss the stupid-ass fairy wings in the trashcan in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I try to fix my makeup. My face is still covered in ridiculous amounts of glitter, and the eye mask that was painted on my face by my sister still concealed half my face. I chuckle to myself, knowing the Alpha will probably wake up just as confused as me and wonder why he is covered in glitter. I vaguely remember talking to him, finding myself drawn to him for some unknown reason.
But now, as I gaze upon his paralytic form, I can’t help but wonder who took advantage of who. I give him one last glance, scoop up my heels, and grab my clutch before rushing to the hotel door and swinging it open, only to crash straight into Alpha Valen’s Beta. I recognize him from last night’s introductions, though thankfully, he had no idea who I was as I was at the back of the room when he was introduced. I smack into his chest, and he stumbles back, staring at me. I am thankful for the paint on my face because he may have recognized me as my father’s daughter, and that is the last thing I needed.