Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 155

Chapter 80

Elena POV

I groan as I come to, my head pounding to its own beat, and my limbs ache and feel heavy. “Elena! Psst…” I hear someone calling out my name, and I lift my head, turning it in his direction. The moment I move my head, blood trickles down my face from where Cane hit me. I squint. Even the dull lights down here are hurting my eyes. Peering over, I realize it is Soyer. My vision clears enough for me to see him still strapped to a chair not far from me, with a worried expression on his face.

“Can you slip out of your restraints?” he asks urgently while glancing over his shoulder and then past me in the other direction the tunnel travels. He inclines his head at me, motioning towards the metal cuffs that bind me to the chair.

“See if you can get out of your cuffs. Try to shift. You’re our only

chance,” he tells me, and my eyes dart to the floor where his mate lay. “Is she…”

when pain courses through my stomach, making me scream. I double over in the chair, my breath stolen by the searing pain that leaves me gasping for breath.

mate, my entire body jerks forward, and we nearly fall face forward in the chair, my hand slapping the ground is the only thing that stops us. Lexa forces my arms and wrists to break, allowing my other wrist to slip free of

on my side. My legs are still strapped, my legs are twisted awkwardly, and my

to get a hold of my pack. They’ve just got here. I finally opened the mind-link. They’re working on blocking the tunnel exits with

of the tunnel we are in. Looking at the cameras, I can see the council chambers and the streets where pack members are searching for

finds us?”

the screens covering the walls. I turn to see cars racing into the council chambers

yelling from somewhere deeper within the tunnel. This

with tools and miscellaneous crap. Staggering, I get to my feet, trying to find something, when pain rips through my side, making me clutch the counter.

Axton, but can’t hold it long due to my head pounding, making me unable to focus. Grabbing the crowbar, I try to bend the metal arm of the chair he is strapped into. Then I try to pry it under the cuff. It doesn’t work. His hands are purple from how tight the handcuffs are that

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