Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 69

Later That Night

After celebrations and dinner, I got the boys finally settled and back in their cribs. Tucking the blanket tight over them, I turn to see my mother waiting by the door. She inclines her head to the side, wanting me to follow her. Leaving my room, I follow her downstairs and through the giant living room.

The front screen door creaks as she opens it and we step outside into the cool, fresh air. Sondra was sitting in her rocking chair and we take our seats beside her on the other two. It was peaceful out here. The sky always seemed clearer. It was tranquil, and I could see why Sondra favored her rocking chair. The view was spectacular, and you could make out the city lights from the front verandah.

Forest lined one side of the property with rolling mountains. The city was to the right, and barely a stone’s throw away. If only Axton knew how close I truly was. Sondra’s property was nearly directly at the back of his pack. On the other side of the ranch was all open land for as far as I could see.

“I may have done something,” my mother tells me, making me tear my gaze away from the city. My mother chews her lip and sits back in her chair, watching me. Her lips tug up in the

corners.

“You know, when I married your father and allowed him to mark me, I didn’t think much of it. What I was losing-what I was gaining.” Michelle opens the door, coming out with a tray with mugs. She sets the tray down and hands me one. I find it is hot chocolate. She smiles and moves to sit on the top step with her own mug.

“Bardot’s owned the city, and we founded it. Amongst our

pack was run

don’t understand,” I admit, not that I knew much of our family tree, not on my mother’s side, anyway. That has always remained a mystery. Same

Alpha behind the lines; he named your father his successor. Just like you, I trained all my life for a position that was never going to be mine. My mother raised me as the next Alpha, just like me she was also denied her birthright.” She tells me and I shift in my seat, keen to hear

her mate’s cheating, so she rejected him and he kicked her out. He also took her daughter, so she built an army, a pack made out of rogue women. Women who were also wronged by their mates. Together she took down his pack, and he fled like the coward he was and she got her daughter. However, the councils refused to let her name remain on the title of the pack. So she was forced

because every firstborn of each generation has been female white wolves, Arctic wolves. It was the only trait we got to keep. Every firstborn generation has been

female Alpha in my bloodline, but the first to give birth to boys.” my mother sighs, sips her hot chocolate before tracing

would hand the pack back through me. He let me believe I would be next in line, promised my mother. And then your father marked me, swept the rug out from under my feet when the announcement was made. Only it wasn’t my name called

be the first ever female Alpha in history. We were supposed to change history, rewrite the stereotypes. I even picked out my Beta. You know her daughter.” My mother tells me with a smile

me think back to what Tieriny said in the kitchen the night Axton held the dinner. How she said my mother would

she would be the first female Beta. Then my father called yours forward. He was just like the rest of them. That day I watched all hope of the change

shakes her head.

was humiliating, and I felt foolish. Once again he changed the name of the Pack, it’s why in our ancestry our pack looks brand new, each generation the pack renamed, pushing us further from our roots, our history, the history of Arctic Moon light Warriors.” my stomach sinks for her, knowing all too well that feeling of betrayal. Yet mine wasn’t public like that, not in front of the pack at the naming ceremony. To hear so many generations betrayed by their father’s and their

wipes a stray tear and sniffles before looking at me. “Once I realized your father was doing the same with you. I started to plan. And then when he kicked you out, that was my tipping point. History would not repeat itself. I did not watch you slave away for a position, you wouldn’t get. Not again. So I decided to rewrite history myself. Restore it back into its rightful hands.” she tells

I rejected your father, I changed the titles, Elena.” my mother tells me. I’m taken aback by her words when she sits up, pulling out some documents under the cushion of the chair. She passes them to me. Glancing down, I open the

me, and I see my name on all the paperwork. Legally, I owned every asset of my father’s.