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.

I never got this hungover. Maybe it was because I hadn‘t had Khan for

dry my face, feeling a little better. “Are you going to

at the pill bottle, but I shake my head, and he sighs. “And Elena?” he

or maybe she went back to her own room,” I assure him

I move toward the door. “I am going to see if she wants to go out to lunch

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

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 has been preaching to me for days to fix things, yet one thing that stuck out the most

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 everything

the kitchen and stop in my tracks. Dishes are

the picture frame leaning against the wall. My brows furrow, thinking it odd as I glance at the wall where it should be. The hangover made me sluggish, and my responses

back. “Elena?” | sing out, picking it up and staring at the picture. Again, silence when my brain seems to catch on. The frame slips from my