Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 82

Axton POV

Adrenaline surges through my veins as we get knocked aside with a heavy punch. Elena makes a run for it as chaos erupts. Cane moves with lightning speed, delivering a side harp kick that sends us flying toward the counter. I’m forced to dodge falling objects as my heart races in my chest, and we’re forced to shift back.

Cane grabs the back of my neck before I even have a chance to get up, slamming my face into the concrete once, twice. However, I am ripped back the third time when Cane is hit. Lifting my gaze, I see Osiris with the crowbar. Breathless, he staggers, catching himself on the wall. The crowbar slips from his fingers, and I reach out to grab it and spin around to use it. Cane shakes his head, black blood streaming down the side of his face, and he growls, revealing his sharp jagged teeth.

Clambering to my feet, I see two of him, and my vision doubles. His face twists, and he swings at me, his claws raking down my chest. I see the blow too late, only being able to step back. Blood spews from my chest when I trip over Osiris behind me, landing on my ass. My head bounces off the cement floor, and I stare dazedly at the concrete ceiling, the blue fluorescent light flickering when Cane steps over me.

Running can just be heard in the distance, shouting, and Cane looks in the direction the voices are coming from before sneering and glaring back down at me.

“Give up, Cane. There is no escape from this. The place is surrounded,” I rasp out between pained breaths.

“You’re right, there’s not, but if there is no escape for me, then there is no escape for you either.” Cane sneers, reaching for me when I hear slow clapping. Cane pauses, lifts his head, and I turn my head to see Marco strolling into the tunnel like he is merely taking a walk in the park. Pack

members rush up behind him when Marco raises his hand, forcing them to halt.

“Wait, this tunnel is barely three meters wide. What do you think this is, a game of Tetris? Twister?” Marco snarls as my warriors stop behind him. Cane growls, rising to his feet, his claws slipping from his fingertips as he stares down his new opponent.

“Seriously! Look at the size of him and me. This isn’t the human

centipede. Nobody needs to be tasting nobody’s ass today. So back it up a little and give me some room to work with-” Marco looks at Cane and makes a funny face. Cane steps over me with a growl escaping him as he moves to face Marco.

Marco comments with a smirk. “They prefer vamps that glitter and fart fairy dust.” Cane did not appreciate the jab and growls back at him. Marco steps closer,, seemingly unfazed, which makes

question…..Do you sparkle in the sunlight or just go poof and burst into

wondering what he is doing… Marco places his hands in the air in mock

their vamps with a touch less deathly pallor, but who knows, maybe it’ll become the new trend. You could call it

world is

a second to figure out why he is mucking

see Osiris helping Soyer get his mate out of the way, who’s been

biding them

eyes glow red with fury, and he growls menacingly. “You think you’re funny, Marco? Let’s see if

across Marco’s face. “Ah, such eloquent words,” Marco retorts. “Let’s see if you can back them up.” With

to grab his mate and Osiris. When Marco is kicked, his body flies past me and into the concrete wall cracking it under the force. I

Cane’s agility and Strigoi reflexes, Marco is just as quick, but he knows how to use his speed and strength to his advantage and soon has his arms locked around Cane’s neck.

twists sharply, ripping his bottom jaw off. Cane screams and thrashes, bucking

off him and sits up, pointing at two pack members. “Burn it, barbeque. Just

looks over at me.

breathes when one of the warriors comes running toward us. Osiris stumbles over

Strigoi?” I chuckle before coughing. Blood sprays across my hand, and I wipe my mouth, shaking the searing pain the cough causes off.

of Osiris’ men, who is staring at the only unbroken screen on the wall. Marco gets up, and I can tell he just fed Soyer’s mate some of his blood, his fingers dripping off it as he rises to his feet. We stop, and Marco taps the TV screen. “Where is this place?” he demands. My brows furrow, and Osiris tilts his head before

I continue half-dragging Soyer