Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 6

Elena POV

After picking up Sondra’s pain medication, I race home to my sons. The women are out working the ranch and tending to the animals or picking fruit and vegetables from the fields, and it’s hard to wrap my head around the knowledge that we’ ve created this peaceful little piece of tranquility out here. It was once a rundown ranch, the fields of vegetation dying out, the cattle not being tended to the way they needed, and the main house has since received an uplift and everything is now flourishing out here.

Pulling up, Sondra is waiting on the porch in her rocking chair, my mother staring at her worriedly, which makes my brows furrow in confusion as I climb out of the car. Luke is up the side of the house, chucking wood into a wheelbarrow to take to the women and inside the packhouse.

“Hey, El,” Luke calls out, and I give him a brief wave before climbing the few steps to my mother.

“What’s wrong?” I ask my mother, nervously glancing at Sondra. She frowns. Worry is etched into her facial features, and I wander over to Sondra. Her eyes are closed, and her face is peacefully relaxed. Just as my hand reaches out to touch her to ensure she is breathing, she speaks, scaring the living daylights out of me.

“I know you weren’t about to check if I was breathing. If I am dying, it will be dramatic and preferably with your father’s head resting in my lap as I croak my last breath.”

0.00%

“Geez, Sondra, did you have to play dead right until I

touched you?”

“You were the one going to poke the dead if I was. Serves you right to sneak up on an old woman like that!” She smiles, opening her eyes, yet even I can see the pain pooling in their depths. Her eyes don’t crinkle the same way. They’re also a lit- tle glassy, making me wonder if that is why she had them closed, not wanting my mother to see how watery they are.

“You old bat, I have been watching you for the past ten minutes and not one word, not even when I called out to you!” my mother scolds her.

may look like I have one foot in the grave, but I can

the way your mother watches me while I am resting like she was waiting for a new wrinkle to appear,” Sondra huffs, reaching for the paper bag in my

“You scared her.”

fear me. I owe these women for my past failures. I’m the last per- son they need to fear,” she states. My brows furrow, wonder- ing what she

what

“We all make mistakes. Some are just bigger than others, some are redeemable, and some aren’t. I just hope I have done

possibly done that needs redeem- ing?” I ask

things, things I am not proud of. I should have spoken up. Then maybe there wouldn’t be all this mess. Fear

you alright?” I ask her, beginning to worry. She rarely talks likes

turning her attention back to me. “Promise me that when you take down your father. You make sure he hurts. I want him to

Sondra, what is

4

monster, just like I know your mate. The apple doesn’t fall far

I want to ask more when she points

be and people to destroy. Don’t feel guilty for

I take them back from her when she fumbles to pop them from the foil cover- ing. I hand her two, and she raises

allowed two,” I tell her, checking the

are all quacks. Besides, they’re weak as shit,” she says, clicking

popping another out and handing it to her. “No more, you’ll