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.

until she let her control go of the control I didn’t know she had. Axton makes an oomph sound as I crush him and my face flames,

up and

bond. You’re not the only one fighting it, El.” Axton murmurs

self-control too much,” Axton growls when I feel his lips press to my forehead. I

be this close.” Lexa murmurs, yet I can feel she is relishing in his scent and the

close and I feel my face fall slack as my entire body turns to

been from the start,”

Axton. I sluggishly try to find the reason why I have awoken, yet the boys I can see on the tiny monitor on the bedside

reason.” Lexa huffs. I sit

me?” I growl at her, lifting my head off Axton’s chest. I admire his resting face,

looks peaceful, and my eyes roam over his face, taking in every part of it, from his long lashes, lashes I wish I had. Down his

opens his mouth, and his attitude ruins

best sleep.” I yawn,

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

scan the room to see a tissue box sitting on his desk. I carefully remove