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.

tap worsening the

a chair. It smells rancid down here,

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 screens cast eerie shadows across the walls. Cane paces, clutching his hair like a madman, muttering

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

be this way. I never asked

had to snoop. Why couldn’t you

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 is clearly in shock. His clothing is torn, and his body is trembling, as if

shouts, pacing back and forth, talking to himself. I stare at Soyer, who looks half dead, his wounds too extensive as his wolf tries to heal

quickly, it sends my eyes down at Soyer’s feet, and my eyes widen when I notice his mate lying on the

at him when he grabs her hair, ripping her onto

Cane. Cane turns his head,

neck, and 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 tips over. Tears stream down my face, and I feel