Alphaâs Regret-My Luna Has A Son chapter 88 We got to see Emily and sat with her for a while. We all sat with her for about an hour. Tubes hung out of her nose and mouth, her arms covered in different lines. The room smelt heavily of antiseptic, and I could even smell the infection running through her veins, and smell the antibiotic drips hooked up to her. Emily did not deserve this; nobody did.
Looking down at her, she looked so frail, her skin pale, and I found it hard not to break down. Emily was always so bubbling and a chatterbox. Seeing her like this was heartbreaking. I prayed she woke up soon, prayed she would pull through this. I would even drink her terrible coffee. God, I wished I could be drinking that horrible coffee. I wouldnât even complain if it meant she would come back to us. We werenât sure if she could hear us , but eventually , Zoe had to leave to help â Marcus and Macey wanted to go home and check on Taylor . Sitting next to Emily , I held her hand , rubbing circles into the back of her hand . â You hold on , Em . Benny needs you , â I told her . Kissing her hand , I tucked her blankets around her and reluctantly left . I t was dark as I climbed into my car . It was the middle of the night , and I listened to the radio as I headed toward the old commune and to Emilyâs caravan on the way home .
I was mentally and physically drained , and all I wanted to do was go home , see Valarian and crawl into bed beside my mate .
The commune was all mud and puddles , the rough terrain a little slippery since the storm , yet I managed to navigate through to the back where Emilyâs caravan was . Pulling up beside it , I got out . Using the key Officer Derrick gave me not long after she went missing , I unlocked the flimsy door . I stepped inside the tiny little place she shared with her son . Toys and stuffed bears sat on the bed they shared , a small Tv perched in the corner , and the walls were littered with Benâs artwork .
Join Telegram Group For Fast update and Novel Query I saw two jars of her special made coffee and chuckled . I see a blue duffle bag hanging on a hook o n the wall . I grab the bag , looking for clothes with her sonâs scent on them before carefully bagging them , making sure not to taint them with my scent and hoping it would give Emily comfort . I tidied up a little before finding a picture of her and Ben taped to her fridge , both smiling as they stood out the front of the school . He was 9 years old , and her entire life , he was her world , and she was a good mum , quirky , but thatâs what everyone loved about her , and no one loved her more than her son .Emily worked her ass off , and her only dream was that her son would grow up and become part of a pack and have the opportunities the other pack kids had one day . We all wished that our kids would be a part of something bigger than us . That they would achieve more than us . It is what most parents dream of for their kids .
To give them more , watch them grow and succeed , knowing we got at least one thing right . Grabbing the picture , I put it in the bag for her when my phone starts ringing in my pocket . Valenâs name pops up on the screen . â Where are you ? â he says , his voice frantic , and his fear suddenly smashed m e through the bond . â At Emilyâs place , grabbing a few things for her room , Iâm hoping something with Benâs scent will help her hold on , â I tell him . â Head home now !
A forsaken got past the borders , the border patrol has been chasing it for an hour , it keeps going to the commune , get out now Everly , â he orders . â What ? â I shriek , looking around nervously and at the open door to the caravan . â I am sending men to your location . Get out now ! â he says , and I hurry to grab the bag . I rush out the door and lock it before running to my car . I chuck the bag onto the passenger seat and start my car .
Looked around into the darkness of the night nervously . â Marcus is on his way ! â I hear Valen say a s I put the car in reverse .
The car becomes stuck in the mud . The tires spin , yet the truck only groans as the engines revs , spraying mud everywhere and up the side of my truck . â Everly ? â â Iâm stuck , â I tell Valen , grabbing the phone . My headlights light up the forest surrounding the commune . My breathing becomes louder as panic sets in .â Hold on , I am on my way , â Valen says , and I glance at the phone that was on the loudspeaker , sitting on the passenger seat . â What about Valarian ? â I asked , not wanting my son anywhere near here if a forsaken is on the loose . â Tatum will watch him till my father gets here , â Valen says , hanging up . I try to drive forward , but the back wheels just spin , making a mess and the hole deeper . â Fuck ! â I curse . Just my luck !
What is the saying it happens in threes ? Well , I hope this is the last of my bad luck today .
The commune was eerily quiet , and I cracked my window just a little to hear the sounds of howls and wolves in the forest . I stared out the windshield . My heart raced , waiting for Marcus or Valen to get here . I refused to get out of the car . I had watched one too many horror movies and knew that was a bad idea . â You okay ? â Valen says through the mindlink , and I could feel him getting closer but still a fair way out . â Yes , fine , just a little freaked out , â this place was creepy , and I donât know how Emily lived out here . Yet she loved her little spot . â I will be there soon , just keep talking to me , â Valen says .
I explained about Emily , not that he didnât already know he had been ringing me all night checking in . But rambling was better than panicking when I saw a wolf run out of the treeline , two border patrols chasing after it , and my eyes widened as I saw them tear into the wolf . The wolf turned and beelined straight toward my car . Only it diverted toward the caravan at the last second , clawing at the walls before snarls sent it running again .
It seemed too small for a normal forsaken and It tried to run back toward the treeline to escape , terrified . I watched . â Everly ? â
Valen says as I watch the two border patrols rip into it . Its howls are horrifying to hear when it is flung across the dirt and suddenly shifts or tries to . My heart lurches in my chest as I see the figure get to its feet . Semi shifted , its body still covered in fur , its limbs were deformed until it looked at me , and I instantly recognized that face , it was the only recognizable trait he had .
He looked like most forsaken until he shifted only smaller . My heart nearly stopped , and I donât even remember opening the car door as I saw one of the patrols go to rip into him . His petrified eyes , so much like his motherâs widened as I ran toward them . â
No ! â I screamed . The sound that left me was more of a strangled wail as I screamed out to them . One of them tackles him , tearing into his neck and shoulder before jumping back and looking at me , running toward them , waving my arms frantically .
â Please , God , no ! â I cried , skidding on the ground as I fell to my knees next to his body . The border patrol tried to shove me back , but my claws slipped for my . fingertips and slashed at them , an angry growl escaping me before grabbing him . Sobs wracked my entire body as I smoothed back his hair , looking at what had become of him .
He was deformed , and it shouldnât be possible . How was it possible he was just a boy ? He had no wolf yet . One of the patrols shifted back and reached for me . â Get a fucking ambulance now , â I screamed , clutching onto him and protecting him from the patrols . â He is a forsaken , â the guard says .
I shake my head , and his eyes flutter open , bloodshot and rabid , but I hold him tighter as he thrashes , snarling and growling , trying to attack me but I knew this boy , this wasnât him . Someone had done something horrific to him but that wasnât who he was . His wounds were horrific , and he eventually passed out in m y arms . His slow heartbeat was the only indicator that he was still alive .
â Call for help ! â I wanted as tears streamed down my face . â Luna ? â the young patrolmen questioned . â He isnât forsaken . He is a fucking child ! â I screamed , baring my canines at them as they slipped from my gums . I hear the mind link open as the border patrol orders for an ambulance . â Itâs okay , itâs okay , help is on the way , â I whisper to him . â Luna , â the patrolman says , grabbing my arm , but I shake him off . â Donât touch me , â I snapped . â He is dangerous , â he tried to reason , but I didnât care . I had known this boy since h e was in diapers and watched him grow .
I didnât care how dangerous he was , he was family , part of my village . â He is not dangerous . He was trying to come home , trying to come home to his mother , â I growled at them . â Hang on , Ben , hang on for me , â I whisper , clutching him closer while my hand pressed against his gaping wound holding it shut , trying to stem the bleeding from his shoulder . Hearing a car , headlights light up the clearing and I see Valen jump out of his car frantically .
He raced toward me and I could hear sirens in the distance on their way here . â Everly ? â Valen screamed at me fearfully because I was so close to the mutated wolf . â Itâs Ben , itâs Emilyâs son , â I choked out , turning my attention back to the boy in m y arms or half boy . Valen grabs my arms trying to pull me away but I shove him off . â Nobody touches him , â I snarled at him . I would not allow them to kill him , I donât care how dangerous he is . > â Everly ! â He snarled . â Tell them to stand down , â I growled and Valen growled looking at them and nodded for them to back off .