Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 72

Elena POV

Grabbing a towel from the linen cupboard, I almost groan when I notice Axton coming up the hallway after me. Quickly shutting the door, I rush toward the stairs trying to escape him. The shower is calling my name, just as I climb a few steps, I hear the boys cry out. Glancing over my shoulder Axton stops mid-stride. He presses his lips in a line, giving me a look that says our little tiff is not over.

Yet his hovering lately is driving me insane. Everywhere I turn, he’s there! Breathing down my neck like he thinks I am about to have a nervous breakdown. I’m not. I’m just focused. Walking down the hall toward our room, I hear the boys fall quiet. Why son, why? Just cry for five more minutes so I can shower in peace….

I know Axton is just worried about me, but it’s not helping. I feel suffocated and frustrated, like my every move is being scrutinized. I take a deep breath and remind myself that he’s only trying to help.

Stepping into the bedroom, I am flooded with light. I squint, moving around the spacious bedroom to the windows to close the curtains.

“What do you expect? You’ve been in that dark-ass room most of the day,” Lexa snaps at me.

“It wasn’t dark.”

indicated to me that it was dark.” Lexa argues.

the next set and then the curtains. Although I am relieved she is talking to me, she has been quiet the last few days, leaving me in peace without

curse when I stub my little toe on the corner of the huge plush king-sized bed taking up the center of the damn room. A loud gasping groan leaves my lips at the pain and my

adds Lexa’s annoying commentary while I hop on the other foot, a towel over my

stop being a baby. You shift and break bones all

I suddenly want to kick the bed, but after what it did to my toe, I think it

set my towel aside and remove my earrings and necklace, placing them on the counter. I undress quickly, hanging my clothes on a hook on the wall near the bathtub that runs along the window. Once I’m

air and makes me groan as I hear

chuckles. I turn around to face him. “I did once….” I remind him, not that I have any intention of escaping him again even if he has been extremely clingy lately.

finally lift to mine with a devious smile on his lips. “As if

I’d go. You would never find me or catch me,” I tell him, raising my eyebrows in challenge. He takes a step forward, his eyes flashing with amusement. “You’re already caught,” he purrs, and I can’t help but shiver in response. “Oh, really?” I mock

he says, his voice low and deep. I swallow hard, my heart racing. He reaches for the hem of his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly peels it off. His muscular body is toned. and sculpted, with firm and full pecs,