Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 46-Axton POV

My head is spinning as my eyes flutter open to stare at the

ceiling. My hand reaches across the bed, feeling for Elena; / vaguely remember her coming to sleep in here last night. Yet, where I thought she would be is bare, the space cold. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up, glancing toward the bathroom door, wondering if she went to take a shower.

My mouth was dry, my eyes throbbing along with the pulsating of my head. “Elena?” I call out, rubbing my temples before eyeing the bottle of water on the bedside table. Relief floods me, and I snatch it, twisting the cap and downing the entire bottle. I drank far too much last night, so much sol barely remember the dinner itself. The night was now hazy, yet my desire for her was strong.

Setting the bottle down, I wander to the bathroom, feeling Khan awaken. His energy I have barely felt over the last week, and I feel relief at having him pressing forward as I take a leak.

I feel empty without my wolf, like a piece of me is missing, a piece I finally have back.

in the sink basin, cupping my hands and swallowing more water, my mouth so dry, I never got this hungover. Maybe it was because I hadn‘t had Khan for the past week,

I reach for the hand towel and dry my face, feeling a little better. “Are you going to lock me away?” Khan asks hesitantly as I grab some shorts from

I glance at the pill bottle, but I shake my head, and

eating breakfast or maybe she went back to her own room,” I assure him as I slip my pants on. “The dinner

a natural,” he seems happy, chuffed even at the thought, and I move toward the door.

shocked; I knew he would get slivers of what had been going on, but

this a real shot,” I tell him, finally coming to terms with the idea. Nothing felt better than having her by my side last night. She would make a good Luna and, no doubt, a good mother. Eli

was right; I couldn‘t see past my jealousy and my ego to know it all started because of me. I was the one that set things in motion, causing a domino effect, the pieces falling randomly and ruining

the kitchen and stop in

before falling on the picture frame leaning against the wall. My brows furrow, thinking it odd as I glance at the wall where it should be. The

silence when my brain seems to catch on. The frame