Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 55

Staring at my bloodied fingertips, I see the bruises around my wrists and my lips part when I notice the handcuffs hang- ing from the headboard.

“It was so we didn’t mark him,” Lexa says sleepily, coming forward.

“He doesn’t want us to mark him?” I ask her, my stomach sinking at the thought.

“What, of course, he does. He was worried you would hate him if we did it while in heat.”

“But that wouldn’t have been his fault?” I tell her, and she sighs; while my eyes scan the room, the first thing I notice is the bag beside the bed. Curious because it reeked of his scent, I pick it up and find condoms making me quickly drop it, to notice the empty box beside it. I scrunch up my face, yet glad he thought to use them.

I try to remember last night, but the images are grainy, and some are downright embarrassing. Looking down at Ax- ton, he looks peaceful with no lines marring his handsome face. He looks relaxed and content. My hand moves down his chest, and he tugs me closer with a groan. I stifle a giggle as he sluggishly tucks me closer, his hand fumbling above his head, reaching for the handcuffs.

Enjoying his sleepy reactions, thinking I’m still riddled with heat, I trail my fingertips down his side. “No, no more. It’s bro- ken,” he whines, rolling into me like he can just crush me into the bed and go back to sleep. His heavy arm draped across my chest and shoulder as he chucks his leg across my waist.

His scent fills my nose, his neck a mere inch from my lips. Lifting my head, I suck on his skin, my lips trailing across his skin, making him shiver. He groans, his arm moving awkward- ly for his hand to fall over my mouth.

“Khan, I tap out. You’re up!” he whines, burying his face in the pillow next to my head. Chuckling, I lick his hand, and he turns his face toward me. Blinking hazily he presses his lips against my cheek muttering something about needing sleep.

Gripping his wrist, I pull it from my mouth, and he growls, clearly over fucking making me laugh. “Climb aboard while I catch some sleep, help yourself,” he mumbles. I try to push him off, but he doesn’t budge instead, he starts snoring softly. With my one arm free, I try to push him off, kissing his shoul- der, and he groans, his eyes opening to snatch the handcuffs.

“Greedy heat-ridden she-wolf, you’re lucky I love you,” he huffs.

you too,” I snicker as he sits up, half asleep; I pull him closer

as he yawns, unwrapping my legs from around him. He grabs my wrist, clamping the handcuff on it, and catches me watching

shaking my wrist at

he says, cupping my

you’ re handcuffing me!” I tell him, and he blinks. down at me for a second, then his eyes widen, his

I’m not holding you here.” he fumbles for words and for the key off of

undo it,” he

he’s scared of us.”

reaching for the key that sits right on the edge,

promise it’s not what it looks like………” I clamp the other side of the handcuff on his wrist, and he freezes,

you doing? I promise I have the

I tell him, moving quickly. I wrap my legs around him and twist. He makes an noise as

freezes beneath me, and my tongue traces the seam of his lips. He jerks away from

being in heat. “I’m not in heat, Axton,” I tell him, pulling back. He watches me for a

his head to the side,

up my leg watching me. I shiver, but he clearly doesn’t get the re- sponse my heat

and Michelle in the studio out back,” he

“My pack?”

watching them, and Marco is with them.” I nod my head, already knowing the answers I am asking. Axton and I, despite fighting, he has always come to my pack’s aid when needed, so I knew even with

for my reactions, the heat that no longer exists. He goes to say something,