Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 55

A week Later.

“And that would be our favorite mailman,” Lexa chimes, making me look up. Micheal, the local mailman, steps into the bakery, a letter clutched under his arm as the bell above the door rings. I can’t help the smile that splits onto my face. I loved the locals here and knew most by name now.

It was also obvious they knew exactly what I was but never said anything, which just proved everything Jake was telling the women was a lie. They didn’t care as long as we weren’t causing trouble.

“Hey, Elena,” he smiles softly. Micheal was around my mother’s age. Every day I was working at the bakery, he stopped in to buy some of Sondra’s mini cheesecakes. Smil ing, I get up from my stool behind the counter. The boys were asleep in their rockers by my feet, and Micheal peers over the edge of the counter. “There they are,” he coos, and I smile, getting his usual order ready.

“Sondra not in today?” he asks.

“No, she said she was feeling tired today,” I tell him, pass ing him the paper bag with the two lemon cheesecakes that he usually gets. He takes the bag, passing me over the A4 en

1 184 Vouchers velope. Yet, as I went to set it down, I noticed it had my name on it and not hers.

I glance at the clock, noticing it is nearly time to close. Thank god because the boys had slept most of the af ternoon, and my breast was killing me. I still needed to pick up another tin of formula on the way home too. Yet I knew I had

Lexa asks me as I turn the sign to closed on the door. We had hoped she would call, we hadn’t spoken to her for a

but I am starting to worry,”

reminding me every time I picked up the phone that mom said she would call us and not to call her. Yet, I had this sickening feeling that something was se verely

“Maybe?”

Axton is watching the phones,” I sigh, know ing she is right, instead opening the glass cabinet where

left, which wasn’t much. Sondra sold out pretty quickly, but whatever was left over we always took home for deserts or for the children that lived on the ranch. Once I had boxed everything and cleaned up, I placed the boys in the stroller and

caught in her glasses as she blows out a breath. “Hey, Elena,” she calls as | make my way down the aisle where the formula is usually kept. However, once I reach

formula out back?” | sing out to her. She looks around the mountain load of boxes she was trying to unpack and put on the shelves. “Let me check, I just got an order in, it was six days late,” she tells me. “And Patricia is off sick, so I’m left with all this,” she groans. I push the stroller to ward the front and

you need help with?” I ask her. “Really?’ she asks,

need help, so why not,” I tell her, grabbing the first box. However, as Taylor starts marking stuff off. We find half her order is miss ing

your time,” Taylor curses, looking at the baby section which still is empty, not even dia pers came in. Luckily, I had

you got left, I can call around and see if I can get enough to tide you over while