Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

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Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 41 – My mother and I went to the secret Cafe after doing a little bit of shopping in
the boutique stores that were also there. It was up a small side street filled with little boutique stores and away from the main
areas where we wouldn‘t be seen, hence the name the secret Cafe.
We had just finished eating, and my mother was going through the bag of goodies she bought the twins, Luke told me all about
school and how much he missed having me home, and mom also told me how dad was struggling without my help.
She told me he didn‘t realize how much of the business and pack I ran. I was glad he was feeling my absence even though it
probably should have saddened me that the pack was suffering, yet Lexa believed the same thing. He made his bed. He can
now sleep in it.
“So how much longer have you got now?” mom asks as the waiter brings out a pot of tea.
“About a month to go,” I tell her, smoothing my hand over my belly. I thank the waiter lifting my head and offering the girl a smile
when my eyes go to the rest of them inside, all peering out us in the patio area, my brows pinch. Not thinking much of it, I watch
the waiter pour tea into my cup. Her hands tremble when my mother reaches out to grip her hand.
“Are you okay, dear?” she whispers. We were on neutral territory, yes, mum technically snuck into Axton‘s part, but we left
quickly and weren‘t doing anything wrong. Besides, he let me speak with my mother on the phone a few times.
“They are looking for you,” she whispers, barely moving her lips. My mother jerks her hand back and glances around. Luke
also glimpses his surroundings at her words.
“Axton?” I whisper, and she nods subtly. I peer back to see the terror on the other servers‘ faces through the tinted glass. “And
your father,” she breathes out, pouring my mother‘s tea. I swallow, looking at my mother, who drops her head.
“Even if they find the car we parked down the road, they won‘t find us here,” my mother whispers, yet I hear the tremble in her
voice before a whimper abruptly leaves her lips as she lifts her head. Hands drop onto my shoulders, and I stiffen while Luke‘s
eyes widen in horror, and I know who it is instantly by his scent. The server races back inside, deserting
My breathing hitches as he leans his head down beside mine. “I wouldn‘t bet on that,” Axton whispers, squeezing my shoulders.
“We aren‘t doing anything wrong,” my mother is quick to defend when I hear footsteps coming up the small alleyway. Axton didn‘t
let go, yet I was frozen in fear; I knew I would be caught. Yet some tiny sliver of hope was that he wouldn‘t notice I was gone and
that I could return and no harm done, but I knew this confrontation was unavoidable.

Even Lexa was surprised, though, that he would make a scene, or we thought he would. Instead, though, he remains quiet when
the footsteps grow closer, and Luke places his milkshake down, his hand making the glass shake and rattle on the table.
“Now!” one word, but I would know my father‘s voice anywhere. My mother drops her head only for a second. A look of defeat
crosses her features before she almost looks
like she switches off. She straightens herself out, slipping a mask of indifference on her face. She pulls money out of her purse
when Axton speaks.
“Leave it; I will handle it,” he tells her, and she nods once, standing and chucking her handbag over her shoulder. She holds her
hand out to Luke.
“Come, Luke, time to go home,” she says, her voice almost monotone as he takes her hand. Worry made me tense as she looks

at me. So much and so little was on her face. She was petrified to face my father, yet Axton was not someone she feared by any
measure. That was clear by her following words.
“A mother can‘t be expected just to forget their child,” she tells him before clenching her jaw.
“Louise!” my father growls, and I turn my head to find the man standing a little bit away from us, his aura and temper rising the
longer she took.
“I have been looking for you,” he snarled. “Patrick saw you cross borders!” he bellowed at her reaching forward and grabbing her
arm, he jerks her to his side, and Luke whimpers, refusing to let go of her hand when Axton finally spoke.
“Because I asked her too, Derrick,” Axton snaps. My father lifts his head, glaring in our direction. “You what?”
“As the head council member, I am allowed to request anyone‘s presence, even your Luna‘s. Now let her go. You‘re scaring your
son. She was doing nothing wrong, only what | asked of her,”
“And what is it you asked of her?” my father demands, letting
my mother‘s arm go..
I chewed my lip, yet Axton lied smoothly as if this was his entire idea. “Elena requested to see her mother and Luke. That is why
your wife was on my territory,” Axton tells him.

My father glares at him and turns his head, staring at my mother‘s now retreating figure as she walks back to her car. Axton taps
my shoulders, wanting me to get up, and I do, almost robotically. He leans down, grabbing the bags I had at my feet, before
chucking money on the table. When I turn, my father is glaring at me.
His eyes drop to my belly, and his top lip curls in disgust. I watch as he walks away when Axton grabs my arm, and we start
walking in the opposite direction. I could feel his rage vibrating. Lexa, urging me to remain quiet, so I did.
When we reach the car, he let me go and opens the passenger door. I watch as he moves to the trunk and tosses everything in.
“Get in the car Elena,” he snaps, his voice almost a furious growl. Lexa moves forward with me, fear coiling inside us as the hairs
on the back of my neck rise.
Hesitant, I couldn‘t seem to get my feet to move when he stopped in front of me. He looks at each end of the street, so many
eyes watching us, when he leans closer, wrapping his arms around us and burying his face in my hair. No matter the angle, it
would look like two lovers hugging despite my stiff posture.
“You cause a scene, and you won‘t leave your fucking room,” he growls next to my ear. “Now get in the car Elena,” he says
before pulling back; he presses his lips to my forehead before moving toward the passenger door and motioning for us to
get in.
“I don‘t like the energy around him,” Lexa whimpers, and she is right. Neither did I. It now made sense why he stuck up for my
mother. I had some false hope it was for her, but no, it was for appearance purposes only. He can‘t look bad to the public, but
behind closed doors, I knew what sort of monster he masked.
“Don‘t do it,” Lexa begged.
“And what, Lexa? We run; he will drag us back and then be angrier we made a scene in public,” I tell her. She whimpers because
she knows I am right. “Khan won‘t let him harm us, and he won‘t risk his boys,”
“He doesn‘t have to touch us to hurt us, Elena,” she murmurs, wandering off behind the veil.
Axton holds his hand out to me, and I look at it, feeling everyone‘s eyes boring into us. My hand trembles as I place it in his,

knowing Lexa is right. He may not hurt us physically, but I knew there would be hell to pay when I got home. Axton shuts the
door before moving around to the other side of the car and climbing in. He starts the car and pulls away from the curb, and I suck
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He says nothing, adding to the tension writhing through my body. Even when we arrive, that tension is stronger when I see Eli,
his Beta, and nearly every pack warrior in the building.
All were staring, their expressions ranging from pitiful and some glaring. Other‘s eyes dart away as quickly as they meet mine as
he leads me through the apartment complex before taking me to the elevator.
He hits the button, and he stares at the steel doors. Still, he has said nothing. When they open, he grabs my arm, leading me
down the hall to where the guard stood by the door, his eyes on the floor.
Axton growls at him as he opens the door, stuffing me into the apartment. He tosses the bags from the car onto the dining table,
and I move to rush toward my room, needing to escape his oppressive aura.
“Who paid for this?” he asks, and I stop. I was about to lie and say my mother, but he must have read that on my face as I turned
around. “Shelley from the boutique said you had your own money, don‘t lie to me,” he says.
“It‘s for the boys,” I tell him. “I didn‘t spend anything on myself. Mom was going to pay for lunch,” I tell him.
“That is not what I asked; I asked how you got it,” he says, rummaging through bags and looking at the receipts.
“Did Khan give it to you?” he asks, and I chew my lip. He curses and shakes his head.
“I fucking knew it,” he snarled before grabbing the bags and tossing them in the bin. I shriek, knowing how expensive the
comforters are, and reach in to pluck the bag out when he seizes my arm in his tight grip.
“I told you my boys need nothing,” he snarled, marching me down the hall toward my room; I waited to be tossed into my room
and locked in when he turned to his bedroom and pushed me inside.
He moves toward the walk–in closet, only he stops beside it
and pushes on the bookcase, I hear a lock click, and the door opens to reveal another door. Pulling a key from his pocket, he
jams it in the lock, and I squirm, trying to get out of his grip, but he holds tight.
“Axton, please, It was just lunch,” I tell him when he shoves the door open to reveal a nursery. I remember a locked door in the
hall next to his room. He always told me it was a gym. Yet looking around, I knew that was a lie.
Two blue cribs were in the room, and the room looked like something out of a baby magazine. The walls even had murals of
clouds and airplanes, a safari setting along the bottom of the walls. It was everything and more I would have loved to do for.

them, figuring I would be lucky if he provided a bassinet.
| gasp, looking in each crib and touching the soft blankets, I poke one of the mobiles with my finger, and it makes a noise as it
spins. Lexa also excitedly came forward, relief flooding her that he wasn‘t lying about them having everything they needed.
“You should have told me; I would have liked to help set this up,” I tell him, peering over at him where he stood at the door. |
smile, turning my attention to the crib, tracing the pattern on the blanket, and picking up a plushie.
“Now, why would I ask for your help when you won‘t be here after they are born?” he asks, and I lift my head to look at him.
“Pardon?” | ask, wondering if I misheard.
“The women I bring every night,”
“Your whores?” I ask him. He shakes his head and laughs.
“No, Elena, they aren‘t my whores. I have been interviewing them; I am looking for a nanny to help me raise them once you‘re
gone,” he tells me.
“What, gone where?” I ask him, my hands moving to my belly.
“I don‘t give a fuck where you go, but once they are born, you are no longer needed,” he tells me.