Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Everly POV
Finally, everything was back in order, and I decided that I couldn’t put it off any longer. Since Valarian was with his father for a
few more hours. I decided I would go out to the reserve and shift. After everything with the forsaken and the missing rogues, I
had been putting it off because I promised I would take Valarian with me next time. Yet, as much as I wanted to keep that
promise, it wasn‘t a promise I could keep without putting him at risk. However, it had been ages since I shifted, and I was also
nervous about what I knew would be an excruciating transformation.
Going through the gate, I pulled my small backpack off my shoulder before glancing around nervously. This place was too quiet
today, far too quiet, and it set my sense on edge, yet I was already here, and I needed to do this as much as I was dreading it. I
removed my clothes and quickly tucked them into my backpack and stuffed it inside a hollow log.
The shift took longer than usual but surprisingly; it wasn’t as painful. I flexed my claws in the moist soil and stretched out before
running deeper into the forest; one thing I noticed though, my wolf form didn’t tire as fast, and after half an hour where I would
usually be dead on my feet and dragging my ass out of the forest, I was keen to keep going. I suppose I had marking Valen to
thank for that.
In spite of that, my wolf was still a tiny wolf and not what you would expect from an Alpha female. After another hour, I was about
to turn around when I heard the sounds of a whimper. My ears pricked and twitched on top of my head when I tried to find where
the noise was coming from when I heard it again. The breeze switched, and the soft scent of blood reached my nose. My eyes
scanned the trees as I followed my nose. There was a scent that I swear I had smelled before, but I couldn’t place it; I just knew
it was a rogue scent. However, the next whimper I heard couldn’t be mistaken that someone was in trouble, and I picked up my
pace, sniffing the ground and air while listening. Looking for any indication of where they were.
I was becoming dangerously close to the boundary line that led into forsaken territory, a place I hoped I wouldn’t have to venture
out to. Yet the choking cough I heard next had me running toward the high fences, and my eyes blew wide when I saw a pair of
forsaken ripping into something on the ground. The scent of blood reached my nose stronger, and I quickly
I where I had smelled that particular scent before. Bile rose in my throat as I tried to find a way through the fence. Racing along
it, trying to find a gap big enough for me to squeeze through, or I would have to climb it and risk being torn to pieces by the razor
wire that ran along the top.
My growl was surprisingly louder as I snarled at the two forsaken tearing into her. Trying to draw their attention to me and away
from her. If I left and came back, she would be dead long before I got help, and I cursed myself not letting Valen mark me

because we would have the mind link, and my phone was tucked in my bag closer to the hotel. One of the forsaken.
looked in my direction before growling as my paws hit the fence when I felt the bottom of the fence pull away slightly from the
ground, the mesh flimsy in this section. I started digging, m y paws claws ripping into the soft earth as I tried to dig under the
fence and create a hole just big enough to squeeze through.
Yet my wolf form was still too big for the gap when I shifted back, my bones snapping painfully as adrenaline shot through me,
and I forced the shift too quickly, making it increasingly painful, and I was about to shove my head and shoulder under before
quickly turning, knowing my neck would be to exposed. “Hang on, Emily,” I called, forcing my legs under the fence and grabbing
the mesh with my fingers while on my back; I forced myself under the fence. The wire scratched and cut into me when I heard a
snarl just as I laid flat on my back, attempting to shimmy under it. My teeth sank into my legs before I was suddenly ripped
through it by one of the forsaken grabbing m e. My face, torso, and arms were all cut by the wire. I screamed as it tore into my
leg. I kicked my other leg out, hitting its head before trying to shift back as I pivoted, only for it to sink its

teeth into the side of my torso.
Grabbing the mesh fence with one hand, my other came in contact with a rock. I gripped it and swung, smashing into the top of
its head as hard as I could. It let go of my leg and shook its head, and I swung again, not giving it a chance to get its bearings
smashing the rock repeatedly into its head, blood coating my skin on the back spray as I caved its skull in and nearly made
myself sick at what I did. Its dying whimper received the other one’s attention, and my eyes widened when it snarled and rushed
at me. My heart pounded as it hurled itself a t me, all teeth and claws going for the kill. My panic forced the shift quickly as I ran
at it. Our bodies collide in a mess of fur, claws, and teeth.
Memories of pack training, things I thought I would have surely forgotten after all these years, kicked in as we fought. The
forsaken was ripping into me but being smaller, I was able t o move a little bit more efficiently, escaping some lethal blows just in
the nick of time and aiming my teeth and claws at the softer tissue of his torso, tearing into him piece by piece slowly weakening
him, his teeth sink my hip and I sunk my teeth into his armpit and fore chest, which made him let go.
I pivoted, sinking my teeth into his stomach above his thigh and shaking my head. He bounces back before staggering, his
intestines and organs protruding from the wound I gave him, and I knew I had no time to waste. I immediately gripped onto his
neck and shook my head. His body fell limply on the ground, and I panted, trying to catch my breath when I heard a groan

making me spin. Shifting as I raced to Emily, who was lying naked in the dirt in her human form. I skidded along the ground mid-
shift, grazing my hands and knees as I stopped beside her, gripping her shoulders. Her hands were clutching the back of her
neck as she lay twisted on her side.
The forsaken had torn into her pretty severely and appeared to have been eating her thigh and hip. It was almost as if she was
too weak to go on and had collapsed, and they had stumbled upon her thinking she was a leisurely meal in her weakened state.
Rolling her onto her back, she whimpered, and her eyes flew open. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair matted. She blinked
rapidly, and her eyes rolled into her head.
“Everly,” she murmured, and I looked over her body, trying to figure out how I would get her back through the fence.
“Right here, I’m right here,” I try to tell her, looking around for something that would aid us.
“You need to get my son,” she murmurs, and I look at her.
“Where is Eric, Emily? Where is he?” I ask her, looking around for any sign of her son.
“The facility.” Emily gasped. “I have to get my son,” she whispered, and her eyes rolled into her head. I shook her, gripping her
shoulders, trying to rouse her awake. “What facility Emily, where is he?” I asked, and her lips that were cracked and bleeding
moved, but no sound came out. Her face burned and blistered from the sun, told me she had been out here for a while.
“Emily!” I said, shaking her before cursing when she fell unconscious. Grabbing her under the arms, I started dragging her
toward the fence. If I could roll her under at least to that side, I could go for help, but she would be left open for prey on this side
if I ran for help. I dragged her toward the fence before making the hole I was digging bigger and, using my feet, pushed her
under while lifting the mesh as much as I could by pulling it toward me. Using my hands, I started pushing her so I could squeeze
under next when I heard growls behind me, and I froze.
Emily was now safe on the other side of the fence while I was still in the forsaken territory. I turned my head to see three
forsaken stalking toward me, teeth bared. I frantically started pushing her, hoping to get under before they reached me.
Forcing my head and shoulders under the fence, I was just pulling myself through when I felt teeth sink into both my ankles. I
screamed, gripping onto Emily’s naked, unconscious body a s they tried ripping me back under the fence, my fingers slipping,
and I tried to turn to grip the fence when another set of teeth sank into my thigh, and I was ripped back under the fence at an
alarming speed and tossed. My scream of agony made my ears ring as I got to my hands and knees, only for one of them to
pounce on my back and start tearing into me.