Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 40

Khan came through with a phone, kinda. He told me he didn‘t want to ask Eli, however he improvised and found a spare cord to plug the handset in that was in the living room, I just had to make sure to hide the cord before he got home. My mother and I arranged to meet up the next day after I spoke with her, we are supposed to meet at a small cafe. She said she would wait for me since I couldn‘t give her a definite time frame.

Pulling on some jeans, I realized how much my belly had grown when I couldn‘t get the buttons to do up, instead opting for some tights and a shirt, I mostly wore pajamas since I never went anywhere but now trying to wear real clothes, nothing Axton gave me fit anymore.

Even my belly was poking out the bottom of my shirt. Chewing my lip, I wander across to his room and twist the handle. Pushing it open a little he was already gone, his bed was made and the room spotless like the rest of the place.

Stepping into his room, I shudder at the thought of him catching me in here. I never came in here and usually left his washing in the basket by the door.

the door, i rummage through his clothes, stealing one his signature black shirts and one of his hoodies. I

I came to what I thought was just wall paneling but

some shoes but all Axton‘s shoes were much too big. Huffing, I race

“Everything alright?” she asks.

I tell her. She pauses for a second. “Okay, I will go grab you a pair and I will ring you when I am out the front, I will park near the old pawn shop down the side alley across the road” she tells me and I let out a breath of relief. We quickly say goodbye and I stare at the handsets screen the entire time because I had to

moving toward the kitchen. Hesitantly, I look at the door hoping the guard hadn‘t gone on a pee break or something. I could set the alarms off but I needed a reason for him to not only open the door but come inside so I could sneak out. Meaning I had to start a fire, something to distract

burn and the

off. Blaring loudly, and I clutch my ears stepping away from the stove top, I hit

of the kitchen to stand in the hall by the door. It bursts open and a man gasps, racing toward the pantry when he sees the flames. He grabs the little fire extinguisher of the wall beside it and pulls the pin. I don‘t wait around using the smoke as camouflage; I race out the doors only to hear