Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 3

My head pounded as I groggily woke up to the sound of clicking, fragmented memories from last night return, the way his hands touched and caressed my skin, his lips everywhere, tasting and devouring me.

Heat rushed to my face, and I rolled over on the hotel bed, praying I didn‘t just screw my father‘s enemy, yet I did by the throbbing ache between my thighs. I stared up at the ceiling. My mouth felt dry as the events of the night before came back to me. Instantly, I regretted the stupid decision and poor choice | made.

Click. Click. Click

That noise again. Rolling over, I find my mate standing in nothing but his boxer shorts. My eyes trail down his abs to the deep V-line before looking up at him. My wolf stirs, waking inside me, and she nudges forward with me, eye fucking our mate.

Axton smirks, and I knew he could sense her just as I could feel his wolf coming forward last night. He walks over to the bed, stopping at the edge with his phone in his hand, and I eye it suspiciously. Did he just take photos of me naked?

“What are you doing?” | groaned while sitting up before falling back down as it made my headache 10x worse. Every part of me hurts, especially between my legs. With effort, I force myself to sit up, and I look around, vigilant.

“What‘s your wolf‘s name?” He asks, and she perks up at his interest in wanting to know. I growl at him.

“None of your business,” he bristles at my tone as I look around, finding my clothes scattered on the floor when another thought occurs.

“Did you use protection?” I ask, glancing over at him.

“No, you said you were on the pill,” he shrugs, uncaring as I try to recall that memory but find I can‘t.

“You better not have given me some disease,” I snapped at him, furious at him and myself for being so careless.

“Woah, chill out. I‘m clean,” the Alpha says, falling onto the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand. He crawls up the bed toward the headboard. He tugs me toward him, making me shriek when I crash against this hard chest. His phone is taking : a photo of us together while I push off his chest.

“What are you doing? Give me that,” I snarled, reaching for his phone. He pulls it away from me and raises an eyebrow at me.

“Delete it and the others I heard you taking,” I demand. Axton

growls at me, but I growl back, straddling his waist to snatch the phone from his hand as he tries to hold it out of my reach. I jab the screen with my finger, only to find he had locked it.

“Tell me the password, now, Axton!” I panic. If that photo got out, my father would murder me.

“It‘s a bit early in the relationship to be checking my phone, don‘t you think? Doesn‘t the whole psycho girlfriend thing start after at least a few months in?” he laughs. I don‘t.

index finger, and I stare at him for

the phone to his finger while he watched me with a smirk on his face. I scroll through his camera roll, deleting them, and growl when I find he was taking photos of

I‘m your mate.” He purrs, walking his fingers up my thigh. I slap his hand,

him. He scratches his chin, appearing thoughtful for a second

know exactly whose daughter you

you don’t have a problem with that?” I

she was screaming my name and begging for more,” he taunts. My hand connects with

me. He sits

ever be a regret. And your father? He has no say in what I do with

to kiss me, instead focusing back on the phone in my hand. I quickly deleted the photos, double–checking

his face into my neck. He inhales my scent and groans lewdly. My

flesh. I push on his chest.” Off, now, before ! make you.” I warn him. He doesn‘t budge, and I try to shove him

hand squeezes my breast before he brushes his thumb over my nipple, making it harden. I

am your mate. It certainly won‘t stop me claiming you,” he says, leaning down and covering

bite his lip hard enough it draws blood. He hisses, jerking back, and I sit up, shoving him off. I climb off the bed and start looking for my clothes, snatching them up, tugging the

and I glance at him to find him looking at his thumb as he just brushed across his lips. His thumb was

“Home!” | tell him.

He asks in a mocking voice that had me glancing over at him, but I

watching me move around the room while I look for my clutch. Finding it, I

the door handle,

to grab. I take it, turning to face him and pointing my finger at him. My wolf howls in my head, knowing what I intend to do, but I ignore her,

pack,” I snap at him, and he growls furiously, snatching my wrist and yanking me toward

mistake,” he growls, and his eyes flicker as I feel my

made was last

crawling back to : me. I will make sure of it, Elena. Because I reject your rejection,”

my rejection! I felt the bond sever,” I snap

want to accept it, but you will. You will accept me, Elena, if you know what‘s good for you.” His eyes flicker black, and his wolf comes forward, his canines

door with his arms caging

voice harsher and colder than Axton‘s. I wondered what his wolf‘s name was but refused to give him the satisfaction of asking. Instead, when he speaks over me,

will make sure you never run from me again,” he growls before shoving off the

have two weeks. After that, I will come for you,” his wolf tells

Please don‘t do this,”