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.

hard," I tell him, reaching for

I had come to realize 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 it," he says, taking my plate from me and

out, pinched between two

he says, and robotically I do as I am

I try not to cringe whenever

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

an entire week now, and I almost cried at the thought of

leave it," he says, turning to face

my head, already plotting ways I could try to escape, when

strange shudder run up my spine, his words floatingin my head

anything that goes on up here or in this building,

repeated everything, yet my voice was robotic, commanding and

me and

he says, smacking

to put clothes

going on?” Lexa

the

“Alisha?”

“We’ll see.

plan to

working in the kitchen,

served customers he was directly behind

caught, he

on building trust and worked on a plan to get down to

the benches when I heard

to greet them, but when I heard a feminine

head out of the kitchen door, I saw it

here and loved Jake’s works

end of the street