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.

slapping my face. I groan, the slightest tap worsening the pounding in my head.

chair. It smells rancid down here, and it only takes me a few seconds to learn

were dark and damp, the smell of mildew and sewage filling the air. Along one wall were TV screens connected to surveillance cameras located throughout the city, allowing Cane to easily watch over the entire place. 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

have I done? Axton will lose his mind when he finds out.”

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

at me. “You, this is your fault. You had to snoop. Why couldn’t

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

stare at Soyer, who looks half dead, his wounds too extensive as his

it sends my eyes down at Soyer’s feet, and my

grabs her hair, ripping her onto her knees. She cries

Cane turns his head, looking at

I notice the multiple bite marks covering his mate’s body and neck. She screams, and Soyer roars, thrashing so much in his seat it