Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 7

Axton POV

I watched as the news played out across every channel, my wolf snarling in my head at the display. I felt sick knowing everyone could see her in such a vulnerable state, yet I made sure the essential parts were blurred a little.

However, it left little to the imagination. I warned her; / messaged her, telling her she had to ring me or else. So she can hardly complain when else happened. She was warned, and now she pays for the consequences of her actions.

Smug satisfaction washed through me. My mate would be begging at my feet to take her in when she has nowhere else to go, and I handled the issue with her father, too. Her father would kick her out of the pack and remove her titles, forcing her back to me or going rogue. I scoff at the idea of the Alpha‘s daughter volunteering to go rogue.

His spot on the werewolf council will be removed, and I know I would win the majority vote ruling. Everything was falling into place. Soon I will have my mate, and soon I will have acquired over half of the City. Giving me ultimate control over all the packs that reside in this city.

Eli pats my shoulder triumphantly as I shut the TV off. “Well, you told him you would find a way to ruin him. I am pretty sure you

just did,” he laughs, walking toward the bar. My phone starts going off. The mind–link fills with excited chatter from the pack at our victory. Excited for the future was an understatement. My pack had successfully found its place. This City now belonged to us.

“You‘re not the least bit worried about our mate?” Khan asked me as I watched the few pack members who came over to celebrate with us dance and fool around in the rumpus room.

“No, why would I be? It is only a matter of time before she rings or knocks on our door,” I tell him, and he growls, sauntering off to the back of my mind where I can longer feel him. He had been in a terrible mood for the past few hours. He was dampening my excitement. Putting my troubled thoughts about my wolf aside, we continued to celebrate until, eventually,

everyone passed out drunk or had gone home.

It wasn‘t until the early hours of the morning, when I heard laughter and the sounds of voices talking, that I woke up on the couch. I could hear the TV playing in the background, and I rubbed my eyes, staring up at the ceiling. Man, why did I drink so much?

headache following last night‘s excitement decided to take its place in the forefront of my mind. With a groan, I sit up, putting my head in my hands, when I hear the door leading into the room burst open, making me flinch at the loud noise that rattled my already scrambled brain. I felt sick, and Khan snarled in my head

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the agony

Eli bellowed, and I lifted my head to watch my pack members rush out of the room while he stormed toward me.

answer your fucking phone?” he snarls, grabbing the remote from beside me

temples to

head snapping up at the mention of her. Khan raises forward,

of her while he flicks through the channels, stopping on

of the Alphas in the City‘s daughter. Yet when her face popped up on the screen, I was already racing toward the door. Khan came forward to take control. He forced my legs to move faster as we ran toward the garage, and I tried to take control back from him. He could control my human form just fine. That didn‘t mean | trusted him to

the door open, only to nearly break the door handle

key fob unlocking the doors. Khan is about to toss my body in the driver‘s seat when

seat. You can’t drive,” he snarls at my wolf. My body turns sharply to face him at the challenge before reason settles over my

Unwilling to relinquish his control, he moves

to me. I let out a breath as we made our way to the reception. I let Eli handle speaking with the woman at the front desk. She makes a few phone calls upstairs. When she hangs up, I glance at the desk before

of visitors, and she doesn‘t want to see you.” the woman says, and I growl and move toward the desk, my hands slapping down on

fucking mate,” I snap at the elderly woman who

thing separating us was the perspex glass, luckily for her, because Khan wanted to rip

you–” her words cut off when the double doors bang wide open, and a woman about my mate‘s age came storming out in a blaze of fury, her hazel eyes pinned on me as she lifted an accusing finger. I

the open doors behind her, and I ran for them, barging past her and