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,

we now have to figure out what to do with, and

day?” Michelle yells out to me while tossing some rubbish into the overflowing

made some progress, but it is stifling hot

her

getting to me, and I

and I touch my face before fanning myself with

while her eyes roam over me, and

been working our a*ses off.” I chuckle, turn- ing to look at the packhouse, and Michelle moves to follow me back to

aren’t on our land, so we can’t make them,” Michelle tells me, and I roll my eyes. I

house when I hear Marco call out, mak- ing 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 in

you heading inside?” He calls out, and I nod. He gives

and head in myself then!” he tells us, and Michelle and I head back inside the house.

her. She quickly fills a glass with ice-cold water and hands it to me.

she sniffs the air subtly, and I smell myself wondering if I stink. I can’t smell anything,

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

hot outside.” I

front of the air conditioning

have the heater on. It is not

is wearing. She has a long sleeve top on and track pants, her fluffy white robe over the top, and she has stolen a pair of my slippers. It makes me re-

the air conditioning, and I see the tem- perature is on heat, my brows furrowed in confusion. I could have sworn it felt cold when I came in. Surely, I am not

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 warps as vertigo

worse.

my mother calls out, and I turn to where she stands at the bottom of the stairs just

starts to blur my vision tunneling, and I can 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 next thing

I hit it, I feel nothing, but I can hear Marco’s

Marco snaps at my

voice sounding close.

knew something was wrong… but

Panic courses through me at his words and with the last of my

sense of everything, falling deaf and numb to every- one and everything around me, blinded by the blistering heat surging