Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 41

My mother and I went to the secret Cafe after doing a little bit of shopping in the boutique stores that were also there. It was up a small side street filled with little boutique stores and away from the main areas where we wouldn‘t be seen, hence the name the secret Cafe.

We had just finished eating, and my mother was going through the bag of goodies she bought the twins, Luke told me all about school and how much he missed having me home, and mom also told me how dad was struggling without my help.

She told me he didn‘t realize how much of the business and pack I ran. I was glad he was feeling my absence even though it probably should have saddened me that the pack was suffering, yet Lexa believed the same thing. He made his bed. He can now sleep in it.

“So how much longer have you got now?” mom asks as the waiter brings out a pot of tea.

“About a month to go,” I tell her, smoothing my hand over my belly. I thank the waiter lifting my head and offering the girl a smile when my eyes go to the rest of them inside, all peering out us in the patio area, my brows pinch. Not thinking much of it, I watch the waiter pour tea into my cup. Her hands tremble when my mother reaches out to grip her hand.

“Are you okay, dear?” she whispers. We were on neutral territory, yes, mum technically snuck into Axton‘s part, but we left quickly and weren‘t doing anything wrong. Besides, he let me speak with my mother on the phone a few times.

“They are looking for you,” she whispers, barely moving her lips. My mother jerks her hand back and glances around. Luke

also glimpses his surroundings at her words.

“Axton?” I whisper, and she nods subtly. I peer back to see the terror on the other servers‘ faces through the tinted glass. “And your father,” she breathes out, pouring my mother‘s tea. I swallow, looking at my mother, who drops her head.

“Even if they find the car we parked down the road, they won‘t find us here,” my mother whispers, yet I hear the tremble in her voice before a whimper abruptly leaves her lips as she lifts her head. Hands drop onto my shoulders, and I stiffen while Luke‘s eyes widen in horror, and I know who it is instantly by his scent. The server races back inside, deserting

My breathing hitches as he leans his head down beside mine. “I wouldn‘t bet on that,” Axton whispers, squeezing my shoulders.

“We aren‘t doing anything wrong,” my mother is quick to defend when I hear footsteps coming up the small alleyway. Axton didn‘t let go, yet I was frozen in fear; I knew I would be caught. Yet some tiny sliver of hope was that he wouldn‘t notice I was gone and that I could return and no harm done, but I knew this confrontation was unavoidable.

Even Lexa was surprised, though, that he would make a scene, or we thought he would. Instead, though, he remains quiet when the footsteps grow closer, and Luke places his milkshake down, his hand making the glass shake and rattle on the table.

“Now!” one word, but I would know my father‘s voice anywhere. My mother drops her head only for a second. A look of defeat crosses her features before she almost looks

like she switches off. She straightens herself out, slipping a mask of indifference on her face. She pulls money out of her purse when Axton speaks.

will handle it,” he tells her, and she nods once, standing and chucking

she says, her voice almost monotone as he takes her hand. Worry made me tense as she looks at me. So much and so little was on her face. She was petrified to face my father, yet Axton was not someone she feared by any measure. That was clear by

can‘t be expected just to forget their child,” she tells him

my father growls, and I turn my head to find the man standing a little bit away from us, his aura and

forward and grabbing her arm,

snaps. My father lifts his head, glaring in our direction.

head council member, I am allowed to request anyone‘s presence, even your Luna‘s. Now let her go. You‘re scaring your son.

you asked of her?”

my mother‘s arm go..

entire idea. “Elena requested to see her mother and Luke. That is why your wife was on my

my mother‘s now retreating figure as she walks back to her car. Axton taps my shoulders, wanting me to get up, and I do, almost robotically. He leans down, grabbing the bags I had at my feet, before chucking money on the

eyes drop to my belly, and his top lip curls in disgust. I watch as he walks away when Axton grabs my arm, and we start walking

let me go and opens the passenger door. I watch as he moves to the trunk and tosses everything in. “Get in the car Elena,” he snaps, his voice almost a furious growl. Lexa

stopped in front of me. He looks at each end of the street, so many eyes watching us, when he leans closer, wrapping his arms around us and burying his face

he growls next to my ear. “Now get in the car Elena,” he says before pulling back; he presses his lips to my

get in.

It now made sense why he stuck up for my mother. I had some false hope it was for her, but no, it was for appearance purposes only. He can‘t look bad to

do it,” Lexa

a scene in public,” I tell her. She whimpers

to touch us to hurt us,

boring into us. My hand trembles as I place it in his, knowing Lexa is right. He may not hurt us physically, but I knew there would be hell to pay when I got home. Axton shuts the door before moving around to the other

to the tension writhing through my body. Even when we arrive, that tension is stronger when I see Eli, his Beta, and nearly every pack warrior in

ranging from pitiful and some glaring. Other‘s eyes dart away as quickly as they meet mine as he leads me through the apartment complex before taking

button, and he stares at the steel doors. Still, he has said nothing. When they open, he grabs my

at him as he opens the door, stuffing me into the apartment. He tosses the bags from the car onto

for this?” he asks, and I stop. I was about to lie and say my mother, but he must have read that on my face as I turned around. “Shelley from the boutique said you had your own money,

tell him. “I didn‘t spend anything on