Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 21

Jake‘s grip on Alisha‘s throat tightens, and her feet leave the ground as he lifts her from the ground. “Jake!” | sputter out. “It‘s Alisha,” I tell him, lifting my hands and reaching for her. Jake tilts his head to the side, watching me tremble while my hand in the air reaches for her.

“Please, we saw nothing,” I whisper, and he starts laughing but tosses her to the ground. Alisha coughs, clawing at the ground as she crawls over to me, and when she lifts her head, I see her eyes glow amber.

“Why do people always say that in movies? Then the bad guy lets them go, and they run. Yeah, I am not a fool, Elena,” he laughs.

“No,” | mouth to Alisha; she shakes her head as her claws slip from her fingertips and her face twists, her canines slip free, and before I can grab her, she turns and lunges at Jake, who intercepts her easily.

She didn‘t even have a chance to shift fully when he grabbed her by her hair. “Stupid girl, and I actually liked you, not as much as EI, but,” he shakes his head, then sinks his fangs into her neck. My scream was blood–curdling as I got to my feet only to be backhanded; I was sent flying, not expecting the power behind the blow. The air is knocked from my lungs as I collide with the shelving lining the rear of the basement. Instinctively, I toss my hands out to brace for my fall and scream when the meat hook falling from the shelf goes straight through my hand.

| gasp, staring at my hand, when I hear his footsteps moving closer to me. Peering up, Jake stops. He clicks his tongue, and I drop my head, noticing Alisha on the ground surrounded by a pool of her own blood, and a whimper escapes me. Lexa wails, knowing we are next, when Jake crouches in front of me. He grips my face in his hands, tilting it up to meet his now red eyes.

and push him. “How could you?” | croak, looking at Alisha behind him. Jake grips my chin in a

fight the urge to cringe. Who the fuck was this man? He reaches for my hand, yanking the curved hook out, and I scream when he grabs my face and spins me, clamping his hand over my mouth. The meat

removing his hand from my mouth. My heart races in my chest as he lifts my bleeding hand. Using his thumb, he opens it, examining my palm, the meat hook digging painfully into my round stomach, where my babies

watch him lift my hand to his lips. He groans, running his tongue

he slowly nods,

you,” he tells me, holding my palm out to show me. The hole from the meat hook piercing through

his lips across my cheek before gripping my throat and tilting my head back. Lexa

apart, and tears prick my eyes as

my skin when he pulls away, leaving

“Now that won‘t do, Pet. Come here, come to your

him. We needed to find a

here, Elena,” Jake says, his tone turning icy cold and sending a shiver down my spine. I go to stand,