Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 11

We spend the rest of dinner in silence while I pondered on the sleeping arrangement. I can’t sleep in here. I don’t trust myself, not with the bond acting all haywire.

“I’ll take the couch. It’s fine Elena. Stop stressing.” Axton growls angrily when one of the boys wakes. Axton sets his plate down, forgetting his dinner and wandering into the nursery. Picking up his empty plate and mine, I go to the kitchen to make a bottle and return to find Axton already has one. I groan, waving the bottle at him.

“There is a kitchenette in my office,” Axton says.

“You didn’t think to tell me that?”.

“You were gone when I came out and I have no mind link with you. I wasn’t going to yell out to you and wake Bane.” He says while Kyan fusses, not wanting the bottle. He is fussier than his brother, preferring the breast and sometimes difficult to settle. Bane could be just as bad, but Kyan lately has re- fused the bottle, which was one of the stressors of them com- ing here.

Axton rocks him, trying to settle him, yet he continues to cry when Axton looks over at me, his eyes moving to the shirt that I’m wearing. “He won’t take it, and I already changed him, too.”

Moving toward him, Axton has a silly smile on his lips and it takes me a second to realize why when I feel milk filling my bra and running down my stomach.

“Crap!”

“It’s fine. I have more shirts, but try to feed him. He won’t take the bottle while I get you another shirt. Axton passes me

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crying, and I whip my boob out. Kyan chomps down on it, making me hiss when he doesn’t latch properly

Holding him in one arm, he moves to the closet and returns with a new

the TV and trying to ignore his presence beside me. For the most part, it works, until I feel tingles rush across my arms, making my eyes fly open,

notice my arms are empty and I think I’ve dropped him. “He’s fine, I’ve got him,”

is standing right there, and I just flashed him. Ripping the shirt down,

I ask, and

remain, so I wouldn’t have to be alone with his father. Yawning,

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sleep on the couch. It’s hard as a rock,” Axton tells

not kick him out of his

“Elena!”

fine sleeping here,” I tell him and Axton mutters under his breath

will fall asleep in five minutes, anyway. Grabbing the fleece blanket laying on the arm of

our son’s nursery now is and has been placed un- der the window. Sleep comes easily or did until I felt sparks rush over the backs of my thighs and under my back. I jolt awake, my hands flailing in the air, and I

doing?” I growl, trying to settle my now- racing heart from the heart

to sleep,”

down.” I all but snarl

my reach.” I blink, trying to clear my hazy vision when he places me in his bed. Yet his bed is a million times

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tucking it between my legs