Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 34

Elena POV

I had been in and out of consciousness for hours, finally able to sleep. I hadn‘t realized how little I had while staying with Jake. Yet I was beginning to believe safety and stability were a mythical concept as I woke up to Doc jamming a needle in my arm. My eyes fluttered open at the sound of Axton‘s voice, that painful reminder of him rejecting me back only now made me realize my connection to him was severed.

How I hadn‘t noticed, or it slipped my mind that the bond wasn‘t fully broken until he broke it, was beyond me. Now to match the pain in my back, I found a void in my chest, a coldness and sinking feeling to go along with it. It felt like dread, like someone had removed a limb, and I was now having to learn to live without it.

Lexa had fallen quiet. She reveled in the sound of his voice despite the broken bond, and reveled in the safety he could offer. Yet some part of me knew I wasn‘t safe here, either. And his following words proved it.

“I don‘t care about her. I just want to know if my twins are okay?” he asks, and I look at Doc; his eyes flick down to me before moving behind me, which makes me turn my head to find Axton on the other side of me while Doc draws blood. Axton glances down at me, his face expressionless before he looks at Doc again.

you get the results back,” he says before walking out. We watch him leave

and places a cotton ball over it. He offers nothing else in the way of explanation but after a few seconds, removes the cotton ball and takes his vials, moving toward the

he stops, turning back

I ask him,

wording. The Alpha‘s babies? Sure, he helped make them, but I am the one carrying them, the Alpha‘s, not ours for some reason my mind hyper focused on

changed me, not that it mattered I was safe here. I kept reminding myself and any form of clothing I was

parents. I was also hungry, absolutely ravenous as my stomach growled, yet as I gripped the door, I found it was locked. I try it again, thinking it must be some kind of mistake or the door was

examining the door and then the room with me. Why am I locked in here? “He probably thinks we will run,” Lexa tells me, yet she felt oddly numb with her words in my head. Void of emotion behind her words. I knock on the door,

wanting to shower, wanting to feel some semblance of normal, but what is normal now? I hoped the void and sinking feeling that