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.

plan has now been moved to tonight, not next week,” my mother says when I hear

believe what that prick has left me

wait for Tieriny,” she says, hanging

the process. I hurry to Axton’s room to retrieve the dress. Pulling it

and play the part. Fake it till we make

stare in the mirror, I can see the scars his claw marks left across my chest. They were faint, so I pulled the dress up slightly

it was from 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 the only good

ever have in my life, set my flat iron up, bumping my hair

put my dressing gown on to meet Tierney 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 members come in with boxes of

out with a tray in her hand; I begin pulling the contents of each box out and placing it on the kitchen island. Ten cornish hens, cauliflower, broccoli, a few different kinds of cheese, and veggies were laid out. We began with the hens as they would take the longest to cook. I

vial of what I assume is seasoning; I furrow my brows, con fused as we had already marinated the hens, “This little special gem I want you to use only for the hen you serve to Thomas. That son of a bitch

my un finished question.

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 my

never liked the direction things had been going for a very long time. It is why I kept my business in neutral territory. No one will play tug of war with me, no matter what pack

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 did the

look

etables.

“Dig to the bottom. It’s from your mother,” she says,

and I find it has three oblong pills

in his drink,” she says without looking up from what she is doing. I quickly slip into my

doesn’t help with the door,” I whisper, going back to