Valen POV The moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was mine when he suddenly squealed loudly and barrelled toward me on his little legs and crashed against me. I imagine the look on my face was of pure horror at first as the pint-sized creature clung to my legs.
Tatum and Marcus just stared gobsmacked, and Marcus had his mouth wide open like he trying to catch flies.
âI found you, I found you, I knew I would find you,â The boy screams, bouncing on the balls of his feet. I pat his back, not knowing what to do with the kid. Yet touching him only made this scenario more real, I was kind of thinking my drink was spiked, and someone slipped me hard drugs, and for a second, I kind of hoped they had until I got a whiff of his scent.
He was a Rogue, but his Alpha aura was strong, too strong for just me, indicating both his parents were Alpha born. Only another Alpha would scent the potency of his aura even as small as he is, but his scent was also familiar.
âSo he is yours then?â Tatum asks, stepping into my apartment. I blink before staring down at him, his big amber eyes staring up at me. There was no doubt. he was mine. And I nod, apparently I have a son? But how, who wouldnât jump at the chance to have a kid t o an Alpha? What woman in the world would hide it, thatâs assurance for life having an Alphaâs child, what woman doesnât want that?
âWho did you knock up?â Tatum asks while Marcus just rubbed his chin; he raises a finger in the air like he was about to say something then closed his mouth before opening and closing it. First time I had seen him lost for words.
âEverly...She has a?â he doesnât finish when I pick up the creature that apparently came from my family jewels. I press my nose into his neck, wondering if I smelt right. I near dropped him when I am smashed with her mouth -watering scent perfuming out from his pores along with mine.
The boy giggles and tucks his chin as my stubble brushes his neck and face. âStop, it tickles, â He laughs, and I couldnât help but smile at his adorable cackle before he reaches for my neck with his tiny hands, and I place him on my hip, sniffing his head.
âYour mother is Everly Summers?â he nods.
âYep, and I am Valarian Summers, â That would be changing, I thought instantly.
âMum will be so happy, now you can be with my mum, I can take you home to surprise her, and we can be a real family,â he says, smiling with all his teeth on display. Somehow I did not see that happening, but it raised another question, how the hell did I get her pregnant when I hadnât slept with her.
âValarian?â I murmur, making me wonder if he was named after me and what a resemblance to my motherâs name, Valarie; she died when I was a baby. I liked the name but was shocked she would name him after me, yet how did she manage to keep him from me, and more importantly, how is he here without her?
âHow old are you?â I ask him.
âFive,â He answers, holding up his hand fingers splayed out, and I look at Marcus.
âHow?â I ask him, and he shrugs.
âWell, I am sure you know-how, â Marcus says, and I raise an eyebrow. Of course, I know-how. But I wanted know-how it was possible; it made no sense.
âHe is Everlyâs, â I repeat to him, and he nods.
â Get in and close the door, â I snap at them both in case someone comes up here looking for me. I definitely didnât want anyone overhearing how the mother of my child kept him a secret from me.
âIâm hungry, dad. I havenât had lunch. It took all day to find you, â Valerian says, and Marcus walks over to take him, but I tug away from him, not wanting to put my new son down. Instead, hugging him closer and smelling his scent, god we smell good together, I thought.
âI will make the food then, â Marcus says, and I nod to him. I hated Marcusâs cooking, but right now, I wasnât willing to put him down as if he would somehow vanish, and it would all be a dream, one I didnât want but now suddenly couldnât imagine not having him in it. Please be real; if I wake and it isnât real, I may just consider that I have lost my mind because who dreams this shit up? And actually wants it desperately to be true. I always wanted kids but never dreamed of them.
âUncle Marcus will make you something to eat,â Valerian nods and eyes Marcus curiously.
âHe doesnât smell like you?â
âI am an only child, so he is not a real Uncle, but he is like my brother to me,â
âAh, you have a village too? Mum and I have a village, Aunty Zoe and Aunty Macey, are mums village, did your dad make you leave too as mums did? He called her names, and we had to build our own family, â Valarian states, and I blink at him.
âHow about you tell me all about your village, and then I think we should ring your mum?â Valarian nods.
âSo you arenât coming home with me?â he asks.
â How about we try to bring your mum here?â I tell him while walking into the living room.
âThirsty, there is chocolate milk?â Marcus calls out to him, and he nods. Marcus continues to the kitchen, and I place him on the couch sitting across from him on the other. Marcus brings him a glass of milk, and Valarian takes it from him, gulping down half the glass before looking around at the coffee table. His brows furrow, but he doesnât set the glass down and I clench my teeth, I knew Marcus did it to see my reaction by the smug smile on his face, but I was shocked by Valarianâs following words.
âWhere are your coasters? You need coasters, â he says, sitting like a statue as if the thought of placing the cup down would make the world stop.
âDefinitely your kid,â Marcus says, rolling his eyes before walking off, and coming back with a coaster. I watch as Valarian places the coaster on the coffee table when Marcus gives it to him before he makes sure his cup is perfectly centered. The coaster is straight, making me remember Everly finding me coasters when I visited her.
She said one of the kids of the rogues was a little OCD. Now I wondered if she meant our son. Valerian clasps his hands in his lap, looking around and twiddling his thumbs.
âHow did you find me?â I ask him.
âMum, showed me a picture on the internet and I got maps, but I couldnât find your street. Casey got the wrong maps. And then I found him, and Tatum brought me here, â
âI take it youâre the missing rogue boy, I heard about on the radio?â
âI was on the radio?â He asks excitedly, and I smirk.
Tatum chuckles, watching as he stands by the couch Valarian sits on.
âYes, and I imagine your mother is quite worried about you, â
âMum always worryâs about me,â
âI imagine that is what mothers do?â I tell him, and he nods.
âSo, tell me more about your Village,â I ask him. âWhat do you want to know?â
âDo you know which pack your mother came from?â
He shakes his head and chews his lip like he was thinking.
âI know mum had a sister, and they used to be best friends, she doesnât like speaking of her real family, âSo you have never met her parents, â He shakes his head.
âNo, they called mum a rogue whore and kicked her out because mum had me, but she isnât a rogue- whore right?â he says, his brows furrowing.
âWhy would they do that?â he asks suddenly. I didnât know how to answer that, but from what I know, Everly was nearly twenty-
three, so that would have made her Seventeen or eighteen when she had him. But then Everlyâs words flooded my mind, âI am not a rogue-whoreâ she said, so that meant she knew who I was and what I was from the beginning?
âDid your mother say why she didnât tell me you existed?â he shrugs.
âShe said she did tell you, but you didnât believe her, then she said she couldnât, â Marcus also looks at me, and I try to think for a second.
âWhat do you mean she couldnât, â He scratches his head.
âWhy couldnât she?â
âIn case you took me off her, Mum thinks I donât listen, but I do, she thinks you would take me away from her, but you wonât, right?â I lean forward and brace my arms on my knees before scrubbing a hand down my face.
âNo, I wonât take you from her,â However, I would if she didnât tell me how the hell this was possible and also why the hell she kept him from me.
âHow old are you?â he asks randomly. âMe?â he nods.
âTwenty-nine, â I tell him.
âYour old,â He snickers.
âYou wonât think that when youâre my age, â he goes to ask something else but I speak before he could.
â I think we should ring your mother, she would be worried, and I think I should talk to your mummy, â I tell him and he nods.
âSo you will come live with us now?â I pause because I knew that wasnât going to be a possibility anytime soon, or maybe it could be. If only it were that easy. I had no idea, this was the last thing I expected, but I suddenly felt like shit, that she had been raising our son on her own, looking after him all this time.
I pull my phone from my pocket when I realize something else. I met her when she was rogue and kicked her out of my packhouse. My stomach sinks. I kicked my own son and mate out in the rain when she was homeless and living in her car. The thought sickened me, he was right there all this time and I did nothing for either of them. No wonder she hates me.
Marcus places a plate of grilled cheese in his lap, and he stares at it before looking up at Marcus.
âFor real, how is it possible for you to be so much like him when you have never met?â Marcus says, walking off and returning with a butter knife and fork as well as a placemat.
âTheyâre happy now?â he asks, and Valarian goes to open his mouth. I dial Everlyâs number listening to it ring. Marcus watches Valarian before speaking again when Valarian still doesnât start eating.
âYeah, yeah, I will get you a napkin, â he laughs, walking off, and Valarian smiles and so do I. Marcus ruffles his hair when he returns before passing him the napkin.
â Grilled cheese can be eaten with your hands, itâs finger food,â Marcus tells him, and Valarian scrunches his face up. Thatâs my boy. The phone continues to ring when after a few seconds she finally answers.
âI really havenât got time right now, â Everly says, hanging up on me. I shake my head before redialing her number.
âWhat, Valen?â She growls into the phone.
âWant to explain how I have a boy with amber eyes and a startling resemblance to me sitting across from me?â I ask her, and she falls silent for a second. âValarian?â
âThat would be him, we need to talk. One of my men will be waiting for you out the front of my hotel,â I nod to Tatum, and he nods back to me before walking out. âSee you soon, â I tell her hanging up before she can say anything. If she wanted our son back, she could come to me.