Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 23 *****Trigger warning next 13 chapters are brutal. For DV, SA, READ AT OWN RISK,& I promise it will get easier to read after these initial ********* For a week, I have been chained to this bed, enduring Jake's torments and his degrading acts as I sought to build his trust, but I am glad to say that it seems to be working because last night, he took off the chains and used his glamor instead to make me submit and not escape.

However, Lexa was losing hope with each passing day, and so was I.

It was imperative we got out of here as soon as possible, we had less than three monthsuntil our babies were due, and I couldn't imagine having them here because I knew they would not survive, and neither would I if something happened to them.

At the small dining table where I am seated, I am trying to cut my food with a fork while wonderingif Alisha has eaten anything yet.

The man had refused to let me speak with her or to see her.

I wasn't even sure she was alive anymore; I worried because last night he came back, reeking of her scent.

I remained chained to the bed as he went to work, only for him to return; when he did return, my nightmares came true.

“Maybe I could help in the cafe?" I offer, looking down at my plate.

"You know why you can't, Pet," he tells me, sipping his coffee.

I despised the nickname he gave me.

It made me feel like a dog, made me feel small.

Even Lexa had left me most days unable to handle watching my torment.

Receding into the back of my mind, she blamed herself for not picking up what he was, but how could we know when we had never meta vampire before? Not only that, he smelled like her every day he fed on Alisha, and I was beginning to realize why he always reeked of the rogue women at the settlement.

He was feeding on them.

I had asked why he smelled of Alisha, and he told me because he fed on her, that vampires smelled like their victims, which explains whyhe smelled like a human; Mary was human.

“You’ll be with me; I just want to help.

so hard," I tell him,

over the past week he thrives on me submitting to him, begging him, andplaying this sadistic game of housewife he has me playing "I'll think about

a piece out, pinched between two

I do as

that, and I try not to cringe whenever I accept

is finished, he gets dressed, and I follow him around like an obedient pet whenhe starts setting out some of my clothes,

week now, and I almost cried at the thought of being able to wear something other than my

don't leave it," he says, turning to face

my head, already plotting ways I could

feel this strange shudder run up my spine, his words floatingin my head "You will not speak of what I am

here or in this building, and you will not

everything, yet my voice was robotic, commanding and not my

me and forcing his tongue into my

get dressed,” he

to

Lexa asks, rushing

leaving the apartment,”

“Alisha?”

“We’ll see.

plan to get help," I tell

whole day, while I was working in the kitchen, Jake was watching

served customers he was directly behind

anything I was caught, he would not only punishme

on building trust and worked on

just cleaning the benches when I

a feminine voice sing out, Iknew he must have wandered

my head out of the kitchen door, I saw it was an old

here and

the