Alpha's Regret: My Luna Has A Son

One

Everly

My pounding head spins as I look around at my surroundings, and I instantly regret drinking so much. Panic courses through me when I can’t immediately recognize my surroundings. I can tell I'm in a room; the light coming in through the window is blinding as I try to figure out where I am. 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. My father always insists I need to 'get in good with them', seeing as I am next in line and will 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 hoping I'm seeing shit properly—the alcohol burning in my system is still making me confused. When I try to roll over, though, suddenly, I become aware of the heavy arm draped over my waist. My head whips to the side, and I pray that the heavy arm belongs to my sister and that we have both passed out somewhere. But my worst fears are realized, and I try to contain my scream of horror when I find a naked man lying beside me. He isn’t just any man either, but the 'Blood Alpha' himself, Alpha Valen of the Nightshade Pack. This man owns 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 makes me painfully aware that I tossed my virginity out the window and have absolutely no memory of it. So much for that being a magical moment. He must be a shit lay, I chuckle to myself. Of all people, it had to be him.

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, whispering into the phone, mindful to keep my voice low. “Hello?”

“Where are you? Dad is going to lose it. I told him you’re with me, but he's asked me to come home!” she shrieks through the phone. I glance 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 Banks 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 will kill me—probably even disown me—if he ever finds out. Alpha Valen’s reputation is scandalous and terrifying. I look over at the Greek God lying in bed beside me, completely passed out and unaware of me standing gawking at