I had to hold my son on my lap in the back as the taxi driver drove us to the train station. We drove past a rundown hotel on the way to the station, and I think I may just have enough fuel to get my car there; hopefully, I did. After spending the entire night in the rain, I wanted a hot shower, wanted something warm in my belly, but most of all, I wanted the safety of four walls, even if it was only for one night.
I tell myself that one night is all I need to let it out, then I can suck it up and figure something out. I handed the taxi driver some cash from the wad my father gave me. I had no idea how much my sister snuck into the bag, but getting my keys from the baby bag, I unlocked my car and climbed in, pulling the hatchback down when I realized I no longer had a car seat.
Shit! I think knowing how long I saved for that car seat. I open the bag and empty my pockets after placing my son in his box bed. My father gave me $525. I snort. Gee, thanks, dad. I think to myself. But that would buy roughly 16 Tin's of formula and 4 boxes of nappies, so it would keep me out of trouble for a while.
Opening the bag my sister packed for me. I found feminine products. Hair products, makeup. Some black slacks and a blouse and some black flats assuming she placed them here if I managed to get a Job Interview. I find her old touchscreen phone and a charger before finding an envelope. Opening it and pulling out all $100 bills. I feel a lump in my throat form; she gave me everything she had.
I knew she did. There was nearly eight thousand dollars in the envelope. She gave me all her savings, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek. Turning the envelope over, I see her neat handwriting. 'You can do this. I love you.' It was written on it, and I nodded at her words on the envelope. She was right. I could do this, I could because I had no choice. I would make it work.
Packing up some clothes and refilling the baby bag, I pack a little bit of food to eat later before changing my son. Once he is dressed with a fresh bum on. I grab my umbrella and toss my bag over my shoulder along with the baby bag before scooping up my son.
Locking my car, I then start walking, deciding to head to the rundown Hotel I saw. I wondered how I had never noticed it before, but even if it was just for one night, I could pretend I was normal. After a decent shower the other night before being tossed aside by my mate and my son's father. I now longed for a tiny piece of normal. Some dignity, a chance to feel human even if it was for only one night.
I walked to the rundown Hotel; the rain was only light and had nearly stopped when I reached the two-story rectangular building. It had peeling paint, and the gardens were overgrown. The sign out the front hung down, and the neon lights flickered as they tried to remain on. The lines in the parking lot were faded, and the hotel numbers on the door were barely visible. Reaching the office, a woman sat on the chair out front with a cigarette between her fingers. Pushing on the door, the bell sounded, and the woman sitting smoking spoke behind me.
"I will be with you in a second just let me finish this," she says, holding up her smoke. She stares at me, watching me, her eyes roaming over my appearance before stopping at my son in my arms.
"He's yours?" She asks. I nod, looking down at him and tucking him closer.
"The father?" She asks, and I shake my head.
"Not your mate's?" She asks, and I feel tears burn my eyes at her words.
"He is your mate, so why are you here?" She asks curiously, pointing to the chair beside her.
"She leans over looking at my son" she appeared to be in her fifties with dark hair cut to her shoulders. She had her nose pierced, heavy eye makeup, and a tank top and jeans.
"He has strange eyes; reminds me of someone I used to know; amber eyes are usually a family trait. Not many wolves in MountainView City with eyes like that," she says.
"So the blood Alpha is your mate and his father," she says, and I look at her. She smiles and nods when I say nothing.
"Powerful family, so why aren't you with your mate?"
"He didn't recognize me and kicked me off pack land before I could tell him about his son," I admit.
"And your family?" She asks. I fall silent, and she nods once before speaking, "My parents thought I was a rogue whore too, funny how things turn out."
"So you have a child?" I ask her.
"Had a child, his father took him"
"So you are rogue?"
"I am many things but rogue whore? You and I aren't so different. My name is Valerie, and you are?"
"Everly, this is Valerian," I tell her, and her eyes sparkle.
"Suiting, after his father," the woman says.
"How do you know?"
"About his father?" The woman asks, looking at my son.
"Only one bloodline I know that has amber eyes. Come on, let's get you a room," Valarie says while getting up. I followed her into the small office.
"I take it you have no ID?" She says, and I nod.
"I have an old bus pass," I offer, but she shakes her head, waving me off.
"I don't believe you will give me any trouble,"
"Here, fill this out while I hold Valerian," she says, holding her arms out. I pass her my son, and she wanders behind the counter, sitting down while I fill out my paperwork. Yet I had no address, no keycard that actually worked anymore. I put the mobile number down for my sister's phone.
"You hungry, I am cooking a roast, but it's just me and too much for one
person. You can join me if you want, say around five; it should be done," she says, nodding toward the door behind her. There was a beaded curtain, and I could smell what smelt like a lamb roast. My belly rumbled at the thought of a home-cooked meal.
“How about you get settled in, have a shower, and come through that door when you are done. We can have dinner together. It would be nice to have company. Not many stop over for the night anymore, and you can tell me how you ended up a rogue," she tells me. I dig through my bag to give her cash from the envelope when she hands me my son.
“No, keep it. Be nice just to have company, haven't had anyone stay in months now,” Valarie tells me, and I look around, the place was a dump, but it was still nicer than the back of my car.
Valen POV The sun was searing my eyes out of my head as it lit up the back of my eyelids. I was just about to force myself up when Marcus burst into my room, the door slamming into the wall loudly, the noise rattling my already pounding headache. "Ah, good you're up," he says just as I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I wave him off, but he doesn't leave. Instead, leaning on the wall beside my dresser. "What?" I ask, my head pounding in my skull. I look around my room to find some redhead in my bed and groan, praying I used a rubber. She was tangled in the sheets, and just seeing her there irritated me. Stupid dick; why does it always pick bimbos. "The rogue girl in my room, where did she go?" Huh? What the fuck is he talking
Everly POV We settled in the room, and I washed Valerian down with a wet cloth. It was a little too cold today for me to give him a bath right now. Once Valarian had settled and was napping, I had the longest, hottest shower in ages. Trying to wash the memories of last night away. I found my mate, saw him, and he didn't recognize me. But worse still was knowing he was with another woman. The agony that it caused as I ran home was heartbreaking as well as painful. When Marcus took me there, I hoped that he would recognize our son and get the help we needed, that maybe everything could be fixed, especially once I realized he was my mate. Allowing hope for the first time in ages, and I caught a glimmer of it only for it to be taken away, and now I was failing my son once again, that much I did know.
I spent all night writing a list for Valerie of everything that I noticed needed doing around the place, but it was a little challenging, considering I didn’t know what half the place looked like. I also spent a good chunk of time listing ways to advertise the site once it was up and running. I didn’t even know this place existed until I drove past it in the taxi on my way back to my car. Lived in this city my entire life, and I never realized there was a hotel on this side of the City and on the main street. Valarie would not need this information until the place was ready to open, which was a long way off. And that is if it passed the health and safety inspections first because this place was literally falling apart at the seams. I managed to get a hold of Macey and Zoe; they were keen to find work. Both of them were floored with the amount Valarie was willing to p
Not long after the truck leaves my car in the parking lot, I am waiting on the curb. Zoe got out of the taxi first as it stopped beside me. Zoe pays for the cab, and I help her grab her stuff from the trunk. “I never knew this place was here,” She says, looking up at the vast hotel, "kinda creepy, it looks haunted,” She adds, and I chuckle. “Anyway, I am so glad to see you again. I have been so excited I barely slept a wink last night,” Zoe tells me, giving me a hug. “So, is this everything?” I ask her looking down at the pram and duffle bag. “Yep, that’s everything, our life in a bag. Pathetic, isn’t it?” “No, see that pie
Valen POV 2 months Later Her hands kept clawing at my clothes as we stumbled into my room. Her fingers fiddling with my buttons and her lips licking and sucking my neck like a leech. Why does every woman's touch repulse me? I watch as she peels her dress off over her head before giving her a shove making her knees hit the bed. She tumbles backward, and I had to fight the urge to laugh as her arms flailed about. Yeah, that was sexy, not! Stripping my pants off, I climb on the bed and tear her panties off. She squeals at the sting of the lace, but I couldn't care less. I needed to burn my anger off. Alpha John once again put me in a bad mood tonight. But I was already regretting bringing this bimbo home as I climbed between her legs, shoving her legs apart. I wanted as little of her touching me as possibl
Everly POV It always came out of nowhere. One minute I am sleeping; the next, I am awoken by agonizing pain. My heart pumping in my chest erratically, and my stomach cramping terribly. I clutch my stomach and bite down on my lip to stop from screaming. I didn't want to wake Zoe. I know I keep her up at night, and she always hovers worriedly. Usually, it wasn't too bad, but tonight it was the worst it had been in two months. I knew he was sleeping with someone. I could tell by the pain ratio. Usually, it's just like an upset tummy, but tonight I felt like my heart was being pulverized and my stomach twisted in knots. I cry out in pain. Unable to help it, and the lights flick on. Zoe wasn't going to keep believing it was just period pain. Not after tonight.
10 months later Weeks turned into months, and the Hotel was nearly unrecognizable. It was just four rogue women and three babies doing what I thought was impossible when we started. At times we saw no end in sight, and all of us wanted to give up. Fix one thing, find another issue, yet we managed it. We had four days before the health and safety inspector came out to check our progress, the first time he came out. He gave us a list of issues and snorted his laugh at us when we told him it was only us fixing it up. He shook his head and said it was impossible and that the place should be bulldozed. Nearly a year had passed, in that time, we had fixed all the hotel rooms into immaculate rooms that simply matched or surpassed the other Hotels in the City. Macey and I went hotel shopping, as we called it, and sussed out the other Hotels in the City.
Another two months later. Today was the day, the last inspection to say whether or not all our hard work had paid off. Macey, Zoe, and I watched as Valarie talked to the health and safety inspector from the balcony. He had walked around the entire building with his measuring tape and torch, his clipboard tucked under his arm and pen behind his ear as he went over every nook and cranny in this place. We secretly called him the birdman. His nose looked more like a beak, his beady little eyes too far apart. Macey snorts when a gust of wind has him clutching his toupee. It was chocolate brown and not even close to the greying on the sides of his head. Valarie watched over his shoulder as he wrote on his clipboard on the front lawn, giving the place one last scrutiniz