Semua Bab His Mate, His Son, His Regret: Bab 1 - Bab 8

The fryers hissed behind me, filling the air with the greasy perfume of Bob’s Burgers, when my phone buzzed in my apron pocket.“Vivian? This is Marvel’s teacher. There’s been… an incident. You need to come to the school immediately.”Her voice was clipped, urgent. My stomach knotted.“What happened?” I asked, already yanking off my visor.“It’s better if we talk in person.” Click.I didn’t clock out. My apron hit the counter, and I shoved through the back door, ignoring my manager calling after me. The school sat right next to Bob’s, but the short walk felt like a mile. My sneakers slapped the pavement, breath sharp in my throat.I pushed through the gate, scanning the yard and froze.Marvel stood in the middle of the playground, shoulders squared, lips curled back in a low growl at another boy. His small hands were clenched tight, and for a second, I could have sworn his eyes… didn’t look like his.Marvel, my sweet, even-tempered boy, was standing over another kid on the ground, gr

ValentineI stood frozen, my eyes fixed on her across the bar. There she was. Vivian. The last person I expected to see when I followed that scent through the bar doors. The years had changed her, but not enough to erase the memories.The noise around me faded, and all I could focus on was the scent.I couldn’t be more shocked. Not only because Vivian suddenly appeared in front of me, but also because of my complicated feelingsI am a werewolf. Smell is essential to us. At this moment, two scents hang in the air. Two scents that touch me deeply.Her scent. That familiar, gentle pull I thought I’d buried years ago. Lavender to be precise, and something sweet, something uniquely her-even after six years, I recognized it instantly.But the difference is, for the same scent, after six years, the Moon Goddess gave me a different answer : it’s the scent of my mate.Yes, Vivian is my mate. I am the Alpha among werewolves, so she will be Luna, my Luna.The second scent nearly knocked the air

VivianThat's it. I looked at the behemoth before me.After a night of debating, I finally decided to enroll Marvel here, the same school I went to in elementary school.Marvel stood beside me, a somber expression on his face. His lips pressed Into a thin line, the stubborn set of his jaw telling me this was going to be a battle. I knew that look, it was the same one he gave when I told him to eat his vegetables.It was clear he absolutely hated school, thanks to the school we'd run away from.“Come on, boy. This place is cool,” I told him, trying to sound casual. I caught the quick flicker of his eyes toward me, “The kid’s here are friendly and trust me, you’ll make a lot of friends soon.”“It’s okay mommy,” he mumbled, but his tone was flat. He gave a reluctant nod, and I could almost feel the walls he’d built around himself.“Don’t act that way baby, you’ll be fine, you’ll get along, see it looks lively here.” I said and kissed his cheeks.He was still not very happy, but obedient

Marvel POVWe don’t speak, not for a while. Valentine releases my arm as soon as we cross the crust of dead leaves that marks the school grounds. For the last few yards, it’s just the sound of my breath. I keep expecting to turn and see the animal, my animal still tracking us. Instead there’s nothing, only the dusty orange glare of the playground and the glum outlines of school janitors sweeping the school litters into paper sacks.Mom’s car is the first car I spot the moment I get in the near lot. She’s got the seatbelt slung across her chest but her hand is off the ignition. Valentine stops me with a squeeze to the elbow, his eyes on the car.I watch my mom getting out of her car, smoothing her skirt before the door’s even shut. She looks at her phone, then scans the blacktop, the seam of anxiety running high in her shoulders. She doesn’t see me, or or any other kid, just keeps walking, flats squeaking. Ben appears from behind the staff lot fence, hands jammed in jacket pockets, loo