Since when did my life become so complicated ? I had so much going on. The Alpha meeting was in a few days. My employees were missing, the rest sick. Now the drama with Casey’s father, and now I had to fight my damn bond every second the day. I felt like my grasp on control was slowly slipping. Everything is being thrown out of wack.life is far from private Everly there were plenty of events in the city where you could have come right up to me with him, and I would have recognized him, f*ck you could have sent me the DNA tests or coun-ordered them, you make out I am a drunk,” He pauses
I was, but I wasn’t drunk every second of every day. I still had obligations to the pack and city. Don’t tell me there was nothing else you could have done. And the reason you didn’t was because that meant you ran the risk of f*cking losing him, so don’t put the blame entirely on me, you f*cking hate me, I get itnoticed when events were held in the city. We made sure not to organize events on the same weekends. He wasn’t wrong about that part; he was a part of many events where I could have approached him. Moving into the room, Valen looks at me before
when my *ss is suddenly pelted with a force that water shouldn’t come out and it was freezing cold. I tried to shut it off when music started blaring fromI had every intention of coming over here and dragging my son out and beating this stupid man senseless, though I probably would have needed help to do such a thing, and it all backfired.
Of the Jessicahall stories I have ever read, perhaps the most impressive thing is Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son. The story is too good, leaving me with many doubts. Currently the manga has been translated to Chapter 35. Let’s read now the author’s Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son Jessicahall story right hereMaybe then she will play more , I miss when mum played but now she gets tired too quickly and needs to rest. She thinks I don’t notice but I notice everything about mum, she is the best mummy.We stop out the front of my school. My teacher is waiting out the front, I don’t like her, and she always smells funny, smells like burnt grass and cigarette smoke, and she talks too slow. Mum gets out of the car and opens my door before walking me to the gate.the lookout,” I tell her as we sneak to the front gate. They always left it open. Casey looks around the corner while eating her anchovy sandwich before giving me a thumbs up and I run out the gate before stuffing my bag in the dead hedges out the front. I glance back at the school, feeling sneaky that“I forgot, you are so weird, Vally, ” Casey laughs but knocks on the door again, and I let out a breath. I know the other kids think I am weird, they all do but I don’t mind when Casey says it, she doesn’t mean it in a mean way.“Aunty Macey is picking you and Casey up, I have roster meetings this afternoon, okay, but I should be home for dinner, ” mum tells me with a kiss on the cheek before she rushes back to the car, honking the horn as she leaves. I hated when she did that; the other kids stared. come on, let’s get this over with, ” He says, leading me inside. The foyer is grander than our Hotels’ it is all white and gold. The elevators are so clean I can“Valarian, are you dressed yet?” Mum yells out to me. I grab the piece of paper with my dad’s address on it and a small list I made of his description. Mum said I should recognize him, and the funny feeling I get in my tummy should tell me he is my dad. “Valarian, come on, come on,” Mum says ushering us out of the bedroom, Casey giggles at our little secret. Today I find my dad. Mum is getting sick, I know she hides it, but I see the puffiness under her eyes, how she is always too tired to play and lately she has been falling asleep when she reads to me, she never has time, time, time, never enough time to play with me anymore. Dad will have time for me, I know he will have time, or I hope he does, then maybe he can make mum not so tired no more. am finding my dad,” I tell her pulling out the spare clothes I smuggled into my school bag. I pulled the jumper on over the top of my shirt and the jeans over my shorts. My shorts riding“Come, come,” my teacher calls and tries to take my hand, but I don’t let her. Her hands stunk bad like the rest of her, and she always looked like a poodle with her weird puffy hair and big round glasses making her eyes too big for her thin face.