Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 12

“It’s fine. I am playing around. But if you want my scent, I am right here.” he smiles at me, showing all his pearly white teeth and I roll my eyes.

“If you’re here you might as well take advantage of the bond, El. I definitely won’t complain if you want to scent me.” he teases before chuckling. He pats his chest and I look at him, my eyes tracing over the tattoos that are on his left pec and shoulder.

“Don’t you dare!” Lexa growls at me, but what would it hurt, besides I know I would sleep better and I hardly sleep with the boys. One night couldn’t hurt, right?

“Are you trying to send us into heat?” Lexa growls angrily.

“I’m breastfeeding!” I tell her, annoyed at her dramatics, besides, he is our mate.

“We are too close. You are asking for trouble,” she warns, yet I purse my lips, fighting temptation, the bond yearning for its

mate.

“EI?” Axton laughs softly. “Come on, you know you want to.” he smiles, his eyes flickering to Khan and I feel the bond tug at Lexa who sighs giving in and as soon as she lets go of the restraint I didn’t realize she is holding in a death grip, I all but throw myself at him. It was like a someone a pulled back a slingshot and the moment she let go I was launched at him, very embarrassingly so.

suppressing the bond until she let her control go of the control I didn’t know she had. Axton makes an oomph sound as I

open up and swallow

the bond. You’re not the only one fighting it,

press to my forehead. I yawn, his scent enveloping me and the bond finally settles,

feel she is relishing in his

feel my face fall slack as my entire body turns to putty as sleep

the start,” Axton whispers

groan, the light making my eyes flutter to find I am still laying on Axton. I sluggishly try to

never listen to reason.”

her, lifting my head off Axton’s chest. I admire his

part of it, from his long lashes, lashes I wish I had. Down his straight nose to

opens his mouth, and his attitude ruins everything.” Lexa

I had the best

peer down, finding I drooled all over him and I gasp. I wipe my mouth, mortified, while my stomach cramps viciously. Trying not to wake him, my hands hover over his chest, wanting to wipe it off before he notices I caused a puddle on his chest. I swipe my hand over it, only smearing it more and he moans at touch while I grit my teeth knowing if I keep touching him the bond will

the room to see a tissue box sitting on his desk. I carefully remove my leg from across his waist and slowly pull