Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 20

“I said wait in the car!” he growls, grabbing me and spin- ning around. I growl, turning back when he grabs the back of my head, pulling me to him and blocking my view.

“Please go wait in the car,” Axton whispers, and I can feel his heart racing beneath my hands, smell his fear of whatever is going on emanating from his pores. His fingers tangle in my hair.

“What’s going on, Axton? Is Tieriny alright?” He makes a weird noise in his chest.

“Please El, you can’t unsee what’s in there. Just go back to the car. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

I push off his chest, trying to see around him, only for him to step in my path again. “Axton! What about Tieriny?” he doesn’t answer, but his jaw clenches.

“Go back to-” I shove past him, needing to know if my friend is ok, and shove open the doors and nearly throw up from the stench. It is amplified in here worse than in the foyer and I retch, gagging and clutching my knees when the foul smell steals my breath.

“Elena, do as he said!” Lexa snarls at me, and I shake my head, pinching my nose.

Axton growls behind me as I gag again when I see a small red shoe with blue laces not far from me. Lifting my head a lit- tle, I notice the dead body of a child.

His wearing navy blue sweatpants with some cartoon character on them, and a white shirt, only the shirt is covered in blood, his skin is black from it decaying, his throat is ripped out and I gasp, my eyes move higher to look at his face when I

spot another crumpled, disfigured body to the next him as I stand upright.

A second later, a hand covers my eyes and sparks rush across my neck where Axton’s lips press gently, his other arm wrapping around my waist as he pulls me back against him.

“That was a boy,” I murmur in shock. Who would do that to a child?

“Please, wait in the car,” Axton whispers.

“But-”

dead, Elena,” Axton murmurs, and my stomach drops. My blood runs cold in my veins and my heart feels like it is about to leap out of

his hands over my eyes, and I hear the doors close behind us. “How many?” I ask

eleven are children,” Axton whispers.

many.

that many people go missing without you noticing?” I ask

have been shut down,

listened to Lexa, and backed out of the room. Axton is right. I can’t unsee the little boy. Needing to get out of here, I shove open the doors. The moment the fresh air hits me, I rush to the gutter, now understanding why the officer

am forced into the same predicament as I

when tin-

I shake my head, not wanting to be left in the packhouse

wait in the

tells me, and I lift my head, seeing his black car pull up beside Axton’s, and

his drink because I drank mine already. He hands it to me and I sip it, to wash

my father asks. Axton nods his head

“All of them?”

like we found one lair.”

shake

she stumbled upon them. Her body was fresh. She was found by the alarms which signaled the station.” Ax- ton tells

one going in there since I

father identify your pack members. You don’t need to go back in there.” Axton says, sensing my thoughts. I chew my lip, yet even Lexa is urging me away and I can’t get the image of the boy

ask him and

wonder if it’s something more. Half

victims, not rip them

opening the passenger side door and motioning for me