Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 43

Elena POV

A Week Later

I was on the brink of going insane; Axton had hooked up the house phone the night of our argument. We also hadn’t seen Khan since, and we knew he was suppressing his wolf.

A week passed, and I waited expectantly for Khan to re turn, only he didn’t, and after a few days, I gave up. We could smell the sleeping pills seeping out of his pores.

So for the past two days, we have been plotting our es cape. He should have left the house phone cut off because that was his undoing, and I believe the only reason he left it on was so I had no reason to try to escape if I could speak with, my mother freely. More fool on him, I have been speaking with her, and we had been devising my escape daily.

All day I sat by the phone, waiting to hear if she was able to pull it off behind my father’s back. He had her on house ar rest, too, she never said much of what happened when she re turned home, and I could only imagine. I tried to convince her to leave with me, but my father must know something was up because she said Luke never left his side, and she won’t go without him. Hearing the phone’s musical ringtone, I rush to ward it, snatching it off its holder.

“Hello?”

“We have guests coming for dinner tonight. I left a dress for you on the foot of my bed. Put it on, and make yourself presentable. Tierney will be by to help you cook at five,” Axton tells me before hanging up. I stare at the screen as the screen blinks, flashing green and red. “Great, whoever these people are, we now have to play house for appearance purposes. I wonder if he plans to fake our death when the twins are born?” Lexa growls in my head. I go to place the phone down, only for it to ring again. I checked the number and determined not to answer it if it was Axton’s number. Seeing it is my moth er’s, I answer, holding the phone to my ear.

“You’re leaving tonight, be ready,” my mother says into the phone.

“Mum?”

“Axton has organized a council meeting. Tierney will be by to help you.”

“Wait, Tieriny from your pack?” I asked her. I recognized the name when Axton said it but didn’t think he meant the same person. Having said that, she did own a well-established restaurant with a five-star rating on neutral territory and was the main place the Council used for functions. However, I was shocked Axton would keep her on the council books.

that plan has now been moved to tonight, not next week,” my mother says when I hear a door open and shut before

that prick

wait for Tieriny,” she says, hanging

wanted out of here and away from Axton. My heart stung a little, knowing I would be leaving Khan in the process. I hurry to Axton’s room to retrieve the dress.

control till Lexa reigned me in, “Relax and breathe, Elena. You can do this. Get your hair together, put on some make-up and play the part. Fake it till we make it out of here.” Lexa’s reassurance was enough for me to get myself together. I only had an

mind wanders, and as I stare in the mirror, I can see the scars his claw marks left across my chest. They were faint, so I pulled

the pregnancy hormones or the weight of every thing that had happened over these five months. I was going to miss Khan. He and these babies were

my flat iron up, bumping my hair in sections and pinning the soft curls in

in the next ten minutes, and headed to the kitchen to grab the plates to set the table. I hear the door open just as I place the silverware in its proper place. A few pack

each box out and placing it on the kitchen island. Ten cornish hens, cauliflower, broccoli, a few different kinds of cheese,

small vial of what I assume is seasoning; I furrow my brows,

finished

like we will kneel to their every whim, and it is women like us that need to knock them down on their asses. Or, in this case, make them shit their guts out. Make sure you give that imp a nice healthy dose, too, half should do the trick,” Tierney winks at me, placing it in

will play tug of war with me, no matter what pack it is. Your mother would have made

further except, “Mmhmm, just as patriarchal wants and needs everyone to believe,” she had a point. My father was a perfect example with how without my help the pack was slowly falling apart. He was the head of the pack yet I was the one that

says, peering over her shoulder at me. I stop and look at her. She nods to the bag, and I move toward

etables.

the bottom. It’s from

I find it has three

from what she is doing. I quickly slip

with the door,” I