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.

it’s overkill? Nobody likes Dracula these days.” 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 me concerned because Cane has done nothing but rag-doll us down here. But then again, Marco is a vampire, and an old one at that.

just go poof and burst into flames?” Marco asks, and Cane growls.

you look like you just crawled out of a crypt,” Marco teases cheekily. I blink at him, wondering what he is

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

in the world is

out why he is mucking around in

see Osiris helping Soyer get his mate out of the way, who’s been trampled; god knows how many times. Marco is merely

biding them time.

you’re funny, Marco? Let’s see if your jokes provide enough entertainment while I rip your

them up.” With that, Marco lunges at him, aiming a punch

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

and soon

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

at two pack members. “Burn it,

knees. He looks over at

us. Osiris stumbles over to me when some pack members take Soyer’s wife, and he grabs Soyer’s other

coughing. Blood sprays across my hand, and I wipe my mouth, shaking the searing pain the cough causes off. We make our way back when I hear Marco’s voice.

fed Soyer’s mate some of his blood, his fingers dripping

mumbles, and I continue half-dragging Soyer when I