Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 35

It had a fluffy gray duvet on the bed that looked to be a queen, yet this room felt cold for some reason. I couldn‘t place why I felt that way. I would rather the hospital room. It felt empty despite having clothes, even as I walked into the grand bathroom and closet.

Walking out, Axton was leaning against the doorframe, watching me. “My room is across the hall. You are to remain in the apartment unless I authorize you to leave it. Guards will be posted outside the doors until you can be trusted.” he tells me.

“I‘m not going anywhere, Axton,” I tell him, but he either didn‘t care for my words or didn‘t believe me because he walked off, leaving me in the room.

I sat on the bed, looking around the empty space. Goosebumps laced my skin, and I itched badly, something setting off my senses about his cold demeanor, yet I couldn‘t place why I felt that way. It must be our broken bond, but I found myself waiting for the other shoe to drop, to wake up back in the apartment with Jake, and finding out all this was some distant reality I was trapped in. Like a dream, I had conjured to hide from the real world. It wasn‘t until the incessant hunger that had been pestering me since I woke up, that I decided to move. It was also the startling clarity I needed, prove I was really here, because the growling sound started to turn to an ache and I found myself wandering to the door. I stop listening for any movement before wandering down the hall to the kitchen.

allowed to just help myself? I didn‘t know the rules here; he didn‘t say; merely just showed me my room and walked off. “Well, he can‘t expect us to starve,” Lexa tells me, yet why did I feel so unwelcome here? Like I was intruding and the feeling wouldn‘t leave; I wanted very much to go back to my room. Instead, Lexa urged me toward the fridge, reminding me I needed to eat, that the two moving babies

make him dinner to say thank you,” she says, yet her voice still held no

like an idea in my head, an inner

we make for him?” I did not know what he liked, what he didn‘t like. I hardly knew

was getting late and by the time on the clock it was definitely nearing dinner time. So I set to work, rummaging through the well–stocked fridge and

wine with salt, garlic, liquid smoke, sugar, and pepper, setting it to the side. I took the large baking potatoes and placed them on the baking rack. While they were half cooked, I

the warmer. I placed the tomahawk steaks in the oven on to broil for thirty minutes. After everything was finished, I placed his food on

not over the top,” I said to Lexa as I waited for Axton. Lexa chimes in seconds later, “I hope he

us.”