Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 6

The following night.

Sitting on the floor in the living room, we were waiting for the dad‘s game that he was watching to finish so we could have our usual Friday night movie night. Luke and I are both arguing over which movie to watch.

“Quiet you two,” dad snaps, and I roll my eyes at him, and Luke chuckles at the face I make, mimicking dad. I poke him in the ribs, and he giggles before dad sends us a glare, making him fall quiet.

“I‘ll go make popcorn,” I whisper to him.

“And grab the chocolate,” he whispers and winks at me.

“We are out. I forgot to grab more today,” Mum tells him, and he pouts. I roll my eyes and poke him in the ribs as I get up off the floor where I was lying next to him. He giggles and rolls onto his back, looking up at me with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Chocolate stash in the shoebox under my bed,” I tell him, and he jumps up, taking off for the door. I chuckle as he races up the hallway in his avenger pajamas.

“Really, Elena, you know how hypo he gets,” mum groans while brushing her fingers through Dad‘s hair as he sits on the lounge

staring at the TV.

He calls, and I roll my eyes but move toward the

the popcorn in the microwave before rummaging through the fridge and grabbing him a beer. I walk back out and hand it to him, and he thanks me, popping the

Luke comes tearing past me with my chocolate stash tucked under his arms. He slides along the tiled floor in his red socks, skidding and

running in the halls,” Dad yells out, and Luke‘s shoulders straighten as he heads back into the living room. While in the kitchen, I used my father‘s charger and placed my phone on charge, leaving it on

salt.

the hall when I hear the news break come on. Then I hear dad telling Luke he can put his movie on, only for him to grunt. “Wait, Luke, I want to hear this news on Alpha

that up,” he snaps, and I hear the TV volume rise as I reach the entryway. I glance at the TV screen for

it when I hear my name mentioned, and I pause

to stop when I see what is playing and the bowl of popcorn slips out of my hands. The glass bowl shatters on the floor at my feet, glass splinters cut my legs, and my mother gasps, covering my brother‘s

me in horror, and my

us are blurred out, too rude to show, yet my face was easy to see. He filmed us together. That startling realization rips through

of me cover the screen, and I shriek, racing toward the TV

wide–eyed

me, and I back up, petrified by the murderous look