Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 31

Gasps break out from my father’s pack surrounding me, and I move to help her, only for them to close in, pressing closer.

“Elena, please.” Ben, one of my father’s warriors, pleads with me to not interfere.

“Stand down!” I snarl at them. But they just move closer, yet cast nervous glances at my mother and father when I hear her whimper. Casting my eyes back to them, my father has her white wolf by the scruff of her neck, holding her head to the ground.

My mother thrashes, yet she is weaker than him, no match for him. Luke is frantically kicking the door when I hear the glass shatter, and he tries to climb out the window.

“Submit!” my father screams at her, and I shake my head at Luke, telling him not to interfere.

“Derrick?” My father’s gamma looks at him, unsure. “You’re hurting your Luna.” The man stammers, taking a step toward her. My father snarls in return when my mother twists her head, her eyes locking with mine.

“You know what she did! Know your place, or I’ll banish you!” He growls, his aura smashing his gamma, forcing him to bare his neck and submit to him.

“Axton?” my mother asks through the mind link, and my stomach drops. My tiny pack is no match for my father’s, and I’m no match to take them on, even being an alpha. We are vastly outnumbered, and with so many children present, it could fast become a tragedy.

“He’ll get here,” I reply, glancing around at the women

and opening the link.

children

the children out of here. They’ll come

them to–” one of the

off.” I tell them. Glancing around, I see a few of the women nod their heads, sizing up the wolves surrounding them, yet their eyes are on me like my father ordered. Howev-

him. His little body goes flying toward the car,

at what

to his hands and knees, blood dripping from his head where he hit it on the side mir- ror. My father’s gamma

him into the side of

side as my father punches Lexa in the ribs, trying

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shoulder on the opposite

father’s command to kill me if

into his shoulder, and she refuses to let go despite his men ripping into her when my pack members. jump into the fray, trying to pull them

wolves, and we are tossed back and off my father. His arm is barely attached to his body, and his wolf is quick to heal him when he rises to his feet. Blood drips off his fingers, and

head, then rips into the wolf on top of her. Standing up, she shakes out her fur, spraying blood ev- erywhere, when

on its side just before it tears into

head to see Sondra is the one

from her as she walks down the steps, yet my father

He growls, and she cocks the gun, aiming it

sneers. He raises his