Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 36

Lexa waits a few second to ensure he is indeed submitting to her before she shifts back. The moment she does I fight the urge to race over and cover Elena’s nudity, but the blood coating her does most of that when she gets to her feet. She is littered with injuries, her skin more black and blue than its usual sunkissed tan skin.

The moment she rises to her feet, Derrick’s pack drops to their knees, her eyes scan over them, and they bare their neck to her. Michelle moves toward her as Khan shifts back, giving me control, and Michelle backs off when I grab her, helping her stay upright. She flinches when my arm wraps around her

waist.

“Restrain him,” she orders her new pack. Yet her breath wheezes, and her chest rises and falls heavily.

“Yes, Alpha!” they speak in unison, moving to do as she asked.

“Marco’s on his way!” Sondra sings out from the porch holding up a phone and shaking it. Elena turns, glancing over her shoulder, and Luke escapes his mother, rushing over and slamming against her. She grunts as his arms wrap around

her.

“I’m fine,” she tells him, however, she is anything but fine, her wounds taking forever to close, and I’m taking most of her weight.

“Get the door for me, Luke,” I order him.

“Don’t you dare!” Elena snaps at me, and I press my lips in a

pack to see how

grip tightens on her, but I help her climb the

have her look over my shoulder. “It’s my pack,” I

have cells here to hold him,” she mumbles

the other woman,” I assure her, and she nods, stepping inside the door Luke is holding open

out.

I grit my teeth at her stubbornness.

one expects you to remain standing after

my shoulder to the front door, where I can hear my men’s cars pulling

link I tug Eli’s. “We found two at the gates.” Eli

assures me.

in the cells at the police station until Marco

tells me, and I cut the link

Elena watching me.

I peck her lips before. climbing the stairs, and she finally

over the boys. Stepping past her, I move to the attached ensuite bathroom and kick the

reach over and turn the

not!” I tell her. Standing, I move toward the sink, rummaging under it and finding some Detol body wash. I pop the cap and sniff it, pulling a face at the stench. I quickly pour some into the tub; it would burn, but she doesn’t try

it on before turning back to her. Blood is caked on her skin and drying