Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 48

Elena POV

Impatiently, I watch the project manager receive a call, and Eli informs me that Axton is on the phone with the man- ager. The project manager throws some nervous glances in my direction and waves for his men to stop what they’re do- ing. Fury burns through me as I look at the damage they have caused, the garage is reduced to rubble, and sheets of tin, brick, and tiles cover the entire paddock where it stood; rub- bish is sc*ttered everywhere.

“Elena?” Eli murmurs behind me, but I don’t glance back at him, instead watching and ensuring the workers leave.

“Get off my property,” Is all I tell him. After everything we have gone through recently, this comes as a massive slap in the face. I didn’t want to hear his excuses. Who goes out of their way to destroy someone’s property like this? There is no excuse worthy of this kind of behavior.

“He didn’t realize-” my growl cuts his words off, and I turn to face Eli. He backs up and scratches the back of his neck. awkwardly. I have no issues with Eli, but I won’t stand for him defending Axton. Not right now. Not while I am watching the devastation on Sondra’s face.

“Don’t… Don’t feed me some b**ll*hit that he didn’t know! Even if he somehow forgot to call them off, he still originally planned for them to destroy the place. Destroy our home!” I snarl at him, and Eli bites down on his lip, glancing away, then shakes his head. “Look, I get you’re–”

“You need to leave. Get your men and go!” I tell him, cut-

ting him off. Furious, I stalk past him and back toward the house. Marco is trying to calm down Sondra, and he glances at me when I near the stairs.

“Please tell me you have spoken to Axton and have it sort- ed?” Marco asks, and I nod my head.

“See, they’re leaving,” Marco tells Sondra. Marco sighs, and Sondra exhales loudly, shooting a glare at him and nudg- ing Sondra toward her rocking chair.

“I will make you some tea,” I tell her as she sits down.

“And grab my smokes.” She adds, and Marco gives her a disapproving look but says nothing about her smoking, so I nod. Walking inside, I turn the kettle on, grab a mug, and re- trieve the teabags.

Hours later.

After our early wake-up call this morning, we spent all morning and into the afternoon tidying up the destruction and sifting through what remained, trying to salvage anything we could. Most of everything is broken, and luckily Sondra had gotten rid of most of the cars that were stored there. However, the tools and farming equipment would cost a fair bit to replace or fix.

We dumped it into the huge s*ip bins, which I had the lo- cal garbage company drop off.

Yet as the day’s heat slowly dies, I notice Lexa has be- come awfully quiet. Chucking the last sheet of tin into the scrap metal pile, I glance over to see both s*ips overflowing,

scrap metal, a pile of salvage items that we now have to figure out what to do with, and an- other sk*p

overflowing s*ip bin. I nod, wiping my forehead

we’ve been at this for hours and have made some progress, but it is stifling hot out here still. Walking over to

is killing!” she groans, placing her hands behind her

really getting to me, and I

comments and I touch my

roam over me, and I glance

chuckle, turn- ing to look at the packhouse, and

aren’t on our land, so we can’t make them,” Michelle tells me, and I roll my eyes. I am not dealing with Axton right now. I want to strangle him, and if he was right in front of me,

me stop. Turning back around, I see him toss a broken car motor into the s*ip bin as if it was merely a piece of rubbish he had picked up off the ground. The pile

heading inside?” He calls out, and I

myself then!” he tells us, and Michelle and I head back inside the house. The moment I step inside, I am blasted by the

glass with ice-cold water and hands it to me. Within two large mouthfuls, I drained the glass and set

myself wondering if I stink. I can’t smell anything, yet

feel like you’re burning up?” she murmurs, her brows

it’s stifling hot

need to stand in front of the air conditioning for a little bit,”

I have the heater

near icy!” she tells me, and I blink at her. Only then do I notice what she is wearing. She has a long sleeve top on and track pants, her fluffy white robe

the air conditioning, and I see the tem- perature is on heat, my brows furrowed in confusion. I could

lay down and drink some more water.” my mother worries, her eyes assessing me, and I roll mine at her. “I’m fine,” I tell her, heading for the stairs so I can go shower. However, as I start to climb them, my legs go funny, almost like they are on the verge of giving out from under me. My vision darkens and

worse.

to where she stands at the bottom of the stairs just

no longer feel my fingertips holding the banister or my arms. Marco sniffs the air, and a feral growl tears out of him just as I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head. The

I hit it, I feel nothing, but I can hear

in heat!” Marco snaps at my

voice sounding close.

I knew something was

through me at his words and with the last

ears when I lose all sense of everything, falling deaf and numb to every- one and everything