Read Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son by Jessica hall Chapter 87 – Everly POV
We drove out of my father’s pack territory. Valen followed close behind me, and just before we jumped on the main road, he flashed his lights behind me before his voice flitted briefly through my head. “Pull over,” he growled, he was angry, and I quickly pulled over to the shoulder of the road and away from the traffic. Ava glances at me, and I put the handbrake on.
“Wait here,” I sighed, climbing out of the car at the same time Valen did; I readied myself for his anger. He stalked toward me, and I was about to defend my actions when he grabbed my face and kissed me, pushing me against my car. “Don’t ever do that again,” he mumbled against my lips, his fingers tangling in my hair as his tongue invaded my mouth, kissing me angrily before he groaned, and my face heated, knowing my sister was in the car while he devoured my lips. I push on his chest.
“Valen!” I squeak against his lips while pushing on his chest. He growls, mauling my lips while I look around, embarrassed at his public display. He growls at me, grabbing my hand and placing it on the center of his chest. His heart was racing beneath my hand, thumping so hard I worried he may have a heart a****k.
“You just scared the living daylight out of me. Give me a minute,” he growled while pressing his face into my neck and inhaling deeply. Valen pushed closer, his entire body pressing against me, and I sighed, running my fingers through thick hair. And he was supposed to be the blood Alpha, on the verge of having a nervous breakdown?
“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 am fine. Everything is fine,” I assured him. He sighs, nodding his head before cupping my face in his hands as he steps back.
“You challenged your father!” he said, and I couldn’t help the stupid smirk that split onto my face at his words. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to k**l me or laugh. He clucked his tongue and shook his head.
“You better win because if I k**l your father, you can’t blame me for it,” he tells me.
“No one is k*****g anyone,” I tell him, and he presses his lips in a line. I know he was 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 is no point in dwelling on it.
My phone rings loudly in the car, and Ava sticks her head out the passenger window.
“What about your sister? I don’t trust her to stay with us. I know she is your sister,”
“I didn’t ask, and I wasn’t going to, and she can stay at the hotel,” I tell him, and he nods, looking over my shoulder, and so do I. Ava waves my phone to me. “Hospital! About some girl named Emily,” My eyes widen, and Valen lets me go. I race over to take the phone from her.
My hand shook as I held the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Luna Everly?”‘ says a deep baritone voice on the other end of the line.
“Yes, you’re speaking with her,” I replied.
“I am one of the doctors taking care of Emily. I was wondering if you are available to come to the hospital, you are her only listed contact, and we have no one listed as her family,”
“Yes, correct, she has a son, but we still haven’t located him, and her only other relative, her mother, died a few years ago,”
“I see. Is it possible you can come to the hospital?” the Doctor asked.
“Yes, I was heading over anyway. Is everything okay?”
“I’m afraid not, Luna, but it is best explained when you get here,” he tells me. Valen grips my shoulder, and I nod.
“I’ll be there soon,” I tell the Doctor before hanging up.
“Emily?” Valen asks, and I nod, dialing Zoe and Macey before merging their calls. They both answered at the same time.
“What’s up?” Macey asks.
“On my way,” Macey says, hanging up.
“I will get Marcus to take Casey,” Zoe says, hanging up as well. I s*****w the lump forming in my throat before looking at Valen.
“I need to go. Can you take Ava back to the Hotel for me?”
“Do you want me to come with you?” I shake my head.
“No, Zoe and Macey will meet there, but can you pick up Valarian?”
“Of course,” Valen looks over my shoulder. “Ava!” she sticks her head out the window and looks at him.
“You’re coming with me,” he tells her, and she looks at me. I nod to her, and she climbs out of the car. Turning back to Valen, he kisses the side of my mouth. “Ring me if you need me to come over,” he says, and I nod. Unable to form words right now, s********g down my worry, I s**k in a deep breath before turning and back to my car and climbing in.
I don’t even remember the drive to the hospital, I was on autopilot as worry ate me, praying for some miracle that she would be alright, yet the Doctor wouldn’t have called if she was. No news is good news. News always means something to worry about. Pulling up at the pack hospital, Macey rushed toward the front door, and I called out to her. She stops and turns, concern etched into her face, her eyes blurring with tears.
Reaching her, Zoe pulls into the car park, zooming past us and into a vacant parking spot. She jumps out still in her pajamas and slams the door. Zoe looked like c**p and ran over her to us, looking somewhat pained. But still, she came.
“Emily?” she asks, hitting her key fob and locking her car.
“I just got here,”‘ I tell her, and she nods before we all walk toward the front doors.
We walk to the lift, catching to the correct floor. “Sort out the council stuff?” Zoe asks, straightening her pajamas like it would somehow make her look more presentable. Macey pulls a hair tie off her wrist, pulling Zoe’s hair into a bun on her head and tying it.
“Yep, I challenged my father for my title,” I tell them as the door opens to our level.
“You what?” Macey asks, yet my eyes were on the room I knew was Emily’s. Doctors were rushing in and out everywhere. We pick up our pace. Walking into the room, the doctors looked like they were getting ready to run her somewhere. The Doctor noticing me, walks over to me, his notepad in hand, and he tucks his pen behind his ear.
“Luna, I’m Doctor Porter,” he says with a grim smile offering me his hand before his eyes darted to Zoe and Macey. He offers his hand to them. “You are?”
“Family,” they both say simultaneously. The Doctor’s brows pinch, making a deep crease between his eyes, but he turns his attention back to me.
The Doctor sighed, pulled his glasses from his face, and rubbed his eyes before looking over at Emily.
“As you know, Emily has been having trouble fighting off the infection, and we had to remove her leg,” I nod, having already known that. I glanced at Emily and swallowed nervously, watching as nurses fussed over her, unplugging machines. Doc pulls the pen from behind his ear and passes the notepad to me. I glance at it before looking at him.
“We need to take Emily back in for surgery,” he says slowly, letting that sink in.
“But she will be alright?” Zoe says, and I look at her. Her lips quivered, and the Doctor smiled sadly before turning back to me.
“There is a chance she won’t survive the surgery, the infection spread, and her other leg has turned gangrenous. This is a DNR. We need to know what your wishes are,”
“What’s that?” Zoe asks.
“Do not resuscitate,” Macey tells her, and Zoe makes a strangled noise like a whimper. I glanced down at the paperwork in my hand.
“You want my permission to let her d*e?” I ask, shaking my head.
“Luna, you need to think of the future,” I shake my head.
“I am. Emily has a son to live for. The answer is no. Do the surgery. She will pull through,” I tell him, and he sighs and reluctantly nods his head taking the clipboard back from me.
“Luna?” Doctor Porter says.
“No, she will pull through,” I look over at Emily with tubes hanging out of her, she can live without legs, and she would pull through. I had to believe that. I had to hang onto that. We are ushered out while she is prepped for surgery and taken away. We waited hours in the corridors for any news about Emily.
All other issues suddenly seemed small in comparison. Macey paced frantically, and I was surprised she didn’t run track into the floor. Zoe stared off blankly, biting her fingernails, a terrible nervous habit she had, but I let her go. While I sat numb to everything going on around us. After what felt like eons, the Doctor came down the corridor, and we all jumped to our feet. He held his hands out, and we waited to hear what he had to say.
“She is stable, they are moving to one of the wards soon, but the infection is moving rapidly throughout her body and putting pressure on her heart. We will be running more tests overnight, but she is a fighter,” Doctor Porter tells us, and I let a breath of relief.
“Can we see her?” I ask, and he nods.
“Yes, just let them get her settled first, she is not responsive, as you know, and I don’t see that changing any time soon, but for now, she is stable. I will have a nurse come get you when you go in,” he tells us, and we all nod. Macey grips both of us, tugging us to her.
“Thank the Goddess,” Macey whispers, squeezing us both tight.