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.

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

in the sunlight or just go poof and burst

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

take this the wrong way. I’m sure you have no trouble with the ladies, but just a little advice. Most like their vamps

the world

me a second to figure out why he

his mate out of the way, who’s been trampled; god knows how many

distraction, biding them

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

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

cracking it under the force. I

and strength to his advantage and soon has his arms locked around Cane’s neck. Blood splatters across the tunnel as Marco tightens his grip and his legs

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

pointing at two pack members. “Burn it, barbeque. Just don’t eat

looks over

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

before 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

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

I continue half-dragging Soyer when I