Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Alpha on the Hunt Chapter 7

“We’ll see you on Monday.” my mother tells me.

“I’m not staying in the city.” I remind her.

“Yes, you are, sweetie. You just refuse to admit it,” she says, wondering off before I can answer. Glaring at her re- treating figure, I start the car.

The drive to the city takes twice as long because I am try- ing to delay the inevitable. By the time I reach Axton’s pack- house, he is standing out the front, his arms folded across his bare chest. I roll my eyes. Why does he have to be half-naked? I growl in annoyance when Lexa answers me.

“He came back from a run. He didn’t think you were com- ing, and it set Khan off,” she tells me.

“You can’t know that!” I state.

“I can because the stupid bond gets stronger by the day now he has marked us. I have been catching glimmers of it through this one-sided bond.” she snaps at me. This was the first time she has openly admitted to her struggle with the bond. I constantly suffer when within his proximity, but Lexa had clearly been hiding her struggle from me.

Axton stomps over, grabbing my door when I shove it open. “You said 5 PM.” he snaps at me. I growl, not in the mood for his temper tantrum.

“I am forty minutes late, Axton. Calm down. This is hard enough.” I tell him, opening the back door. He says nothing as I reach in and start unclipping Kyan first. Instead, he walks

retrieve Bane. The moment he reaches in, a vicious growl tears out of me, one I

shake the feeling off while re- minding myself he is their

door and grabbing the baby bag from the front passenger seat just as Axton closes his door. He smiles down at Bane, quickly

rattle off useless information I am sure he won’t need about their sleep schedule and explain every little thing in the baby bag, half of which he

to stay any longer. My mother was right. I am staying in

for the weekend,” Axton states, holding out his free arm for him. Grit- ting my teeth, I hand him over, and Axton clutches them close just as the first drop of rain falls, hitting

Axton states, and I nod. My ac- tions feel pre-programmed and automatic as he sidesteps me. Before I can make an even bigger

and turning onto the street, knowing if I don’t leave.

way.

as I see the border patrols manning the exit, I pull over because I suddenly can’t breathe. My chest feels tight, and

Yet no mat- ter how much I wanted to prove everyone wrong, I

and park in front of the hedges where the car is hidden from view. The rain is pouring down, obscuring my view completely as I shut the car off and admit

senses are extremely heightened from the adrenaline pumping through my veins, thanks to

conjure up any ex- cuse possible to knock on his door so I can check on them, I don’t notice anyone approach the car until Axton is tapping on the window. “You know I can feel when you’re close, right?” he asks, and I blink at him. His shirt is drenched from the rain. that is beating down fiercely as the storm continues to brew, darkening the skies as the thick clouds

wondering how he noticed me lurking like some creep when

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