Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 50

Elena POV

Every day, Sondra stopped in for a week, today it is pour ing down with rain when we hear a loud rumbling engine as a car pulls up. Last night, we had quite a scare. Helicopters were flying around the area, and after listening to the busted police scanner, we learned they were looking for a stolen car. We all had no doubt whose, I knew it was just a ploy. Axton knows if he finds the car, ultimately he finds me and the boys.

I watch warily from my bed and see Noleen’s posture change from tense to relaxed, and I know it can’t be anyone with sinister intentions. She opens the huge doors when I hear a car rev out the front. What I am not expecting is to see an old yellow school bus. The paint was faded and windows cracked, some missing, as she pulls it into the huge open space. The women all stand looking at each other, wondering what is going on.

Sondra opens the bus door. “And where did you get that?” Michelle asks as Sondra steps out. She points to Axton’s car. “The same place Elena got that. | stole it,” Sondra says. Michelle shakes her head. “She owns a ranch, that old junker probably been sitting in her yard as an ornament,” Noleen rolls her eyes at Michelle.

Yeah, it was kind of a stupid question to ask an old wom an, she doesn’t look like she shoplifted a pencil in her life, let alone an entire bus.

“Right, pack your shit, or don’t. Either way, get your asses on the bus. You’re leaving.” Sondra says, clapping her hands. We all look at her as if she suddenly sprouted tentacles and a

tail.

come on, come on,” she says, clapping at them. The women don’t question, just grab their few items and rush to ward it, while Sondra strolls over to me. I

at me as if to say don’t be ridiculous and holds her

a bed. “Kyan, and Bane, not that it matters,

can work out. I may be able to help with that,” she tells me. I go to ask how, but she asks

spoke to my mother the other day. Bane is Axton’s grandfather’s

I know you were tossing up whether or not you wanted to?”

grandfather,” I admit,

photo to my mother.

to himself, Elena. Don’t feel guilty for

but he is

don’t need him, and neither do they,” she tells me, and I nod my head. Yet be ing homeless and living in a warehouse was not how I pic tured

is starting to get dark. We need to get these car seats in. We will need the night to move that thing without being

We heard over the scanner