Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 76

Elena POV

“Elena! Elena!” Axton’s voice yells through the mind-link, waking me. I blink, my head pounding to its own beat. My vision even feels like it’s pulsating, and my ears are ringing.

“Come on, baby. Stay with me,” I try to focus on his voice. Try forcing myself to stay awake. ”

“I can feel you. We’re on our way.”

Stay with me, babe,” Axton tells me, and my head rolls on my shoulder when someone grips my hair, jerking my head back, and I come face to face with Alpha Cane. Alpha Cane is a Strigoi. However, he looks vastly different. The whites of his eyes are blood red, while his dilated pupils are pale yellow. His skin is pale, and his face is gaunt.

He looks nothing like the man that I’ve come to know. It’s hard to wrap my head around that they’re the same person. This man resembles a monster you’d see in your nightmares, not in the waking world. His body is thin and wiry, but I know not to underestimate him because of his size. Strigoi are powerful and strong. His long fingernails are sharp against my cheeks, and his teeth are sharp and jagged. He moves with supernatural speed as he glances over his shoulder, sending a chill down my spine.

It takes a few moments for my memory of what happened to return.

my face. I groan, the slightest tap worsening the pounding

chair. It smells rancid down here, and

It is clear that Cane had set up a base of some sort in the tunnels, with a few chairs and tables scattered around. The flickering of the TV screens cast eerie shadows across the walls. Cane paces, clutching his hair like a

I done? What have I done? Axton will lose his mind when he

way. I never asked for this!” he growls, spinning to look at me.

is your fault. You had to snoop. Why couldn’t you let things be!” he

can get you help….” comes another voice making me turn my head to see Soyer. He is also tied to a chair, and he is in a bad way. Blood covers him. He has huge slashes across his chest. Blood is matted in his hair. His face is twisted in pain, and his breathing is labored. Eyes wide and fearful, and he

Cane shouts, pacing back and forth, talking to himself. I stare at Soyer, who looks half dead,

feet, and my eyes widen when I notice his mate lying on the ground. She groans again and starts thrashing in his

Cane. She won’t tell. SHE WON’T TELL!” Soyer yells at him when he grabs her hair, ripping her onto her knees. She cries out, and Soyer tries to shift in his restraints but, too

me!” Soyer screams at Cane. Cane turns his head, looking at Soyer, and smiles the

and Soyer roars, thrashing so much in his seat it tips over. Tears stream down my face, and I feel the