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,

items that we now have to figure out

into the overflowing s*ip bin. I nod, wiping my

progress, but it is stifling hot out here still. Walking over to her, she sighs; Michelle is

she groans, placing her hands behind her and pushing on her lower back as she leans

her breathlessly. This heat is really getting to

comments and I touch my face before fanning myself with my

while her eyes roam over me, and I

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

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

boys their afternoon tea.” Michelle nods, and we both head toward the 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

and I

I head back inside the house. The moment I step inside, I am blasted by the air con- ditioning,

asks from the kitchen, and I move toward her. She quickly fills a glass with ice-cold water and hands it to me. Within two large mouthfuls, I drained the glass and set it back

and I nod, yet she sniffs the air subtly, and I smell myself wondering if I stink. I can’t smell anything, yet she watches me for a few seconds. Worry

burning up?” she murmurs, her brows

hot

need to stand in front of the air conditioning

the heater on. It is not

d*mn 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 over the top, and she has stolen a pair of

brows furrowed in confusion. I could have sworn it felt cold

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 washes over me. I grab the banister waiting for the

worse.

calls out, and I turn to where she stands at the bottom of the stairs just as Marco walks

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

feel the ground when I hit it, I feel nothing, but I

She’s in heat!” Marco snaps at my

voice sounding close.

I knew something was wrong… but she-wolves can’t smell

ring-” Panic courses through me at his

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