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.

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 me concerned because Cane has done nothing but rag-doll us down here. But then again, Marco

the sunlight or just go poof

asking because you look like you just crawled out of a crypt,” Marco teases cheekily. I blink at him, wondering what he is doing… Marco places his hands in the air in mock surrender, a

trouble with the ladies, but just a little advice. Most like their vamps with a touch less deathly pallor, but who knows, maybe it’ll become

the world is he

me a second to figure out why he is mucking

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

distraction, biding them time.

menacingly. “You think you’re funny, Marco? Let’s see if your jokes provide enough entertainment while I rip your throat out,”

back them up.”

an all-out war. My men rush in 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 gasp, waiting for him to fall, but Marco lands on his feet. He growls, his eyes blazing as he runs at Cane, both clashing violently, and Soyer and I just get out of the way. We turn back

use his speed and strength to his advantage and soon

sound is grotesque when Marco sinks his claws through the bottom of Cane’s mouth and then twists sharply, ripping his bottom jaw off. Cane screams and thrashes, bucking in his hold while Marco grits his teeth, twisting Cane’s head before ripping it off and spraying me and Soyer in blood. He then collapses on his

up, pointing at two pack members. “Burn it, barbeque. Just don’t eat it,” he says, rising

He looks over at

me for a second,” Marco breathes when one of the warriors comes running toward us. Osiris stumbles over

and I wipe my mouth, shaking the searing pain the cough causes

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 I continue half-dragging Soyer when