Alpha's Redemption: My Luna Has A Son

Everly

The adrenaline coursing through me from standing up to my father is short-lived as we drive out of my father's pack territory, Valen following close behind me. Just before we jump on the

main road, he flashes his lights and his voice flits briefly through my head.

'Pull over,' he growls. He's angry.

I quickly pull over to the shoulder of the road and away from other traffic. Ava glances at me. “Wait here,” I sigh, climbing out of the car at the same time Valen does. I ready myself for his

anger as he stalks toward me. Just as I'm about to defend my actions, he grabs my face and kisses me, pushing me against my car.

“Don't ever do that again,” he mumbles against my lips. His fingers tangle in my hair as his tongue invades my mouth, kissing me angrily before he slows with a groan. My face heats, knowing my sister is in the car while he devours my lips.

“Valen!” I squeak against his lips, pushing on his chest. He growls, still trying to maul my lips, while I look around, embarrassed at his public display. With another growl, he grabs my hand and places it in the center of his chest. His heart is racing beneath my hand, thumping so hard I worry he may have a heart attack.

“You just scared the living daylights out of me. Give me a minute,” he growls, pressing his face into my neck and inhaling deeply. As if desperate for reassurance, Valen pushes even closer, his entire body flush against me, and I sigh, running my fingers through his thick hair. This man seems almost on the verge of having a nervous breakdown, and he’s supposed to be the blood Alpha?

“Don't ever make me do that again. Do you have any idea how hard it was to walk away and leave you there?” Valen says, his voice pleading.

“I didn't mean to scare you; I’m fine. Everything is fine,” I assure him. He sighs, nodding his head before cupping my face in his hands as he steps back.

“You challenged your father!” he says, and I’m not quite sure if he wants to kill me or laugh. I can’t help the stupid smirk that splits my face at his words, though. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

“You better win because if he hurts you, I will kill your father, and you can't blame me for it,” he tells me.

“No one is killing anyone,” I tell him, and he presses his lips in a line. I know Valen’s angry about learning my father knew all along about Valarian being his, but what's done is done. We can't go back and change it, so there’s no point in dwelling on it.

In the car, my phone rings loudly and Ava sticks her head out the passenger window.

“What about your sister?” Valen murmurs. “I don't trust her to stay with us. I know