Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Chapter 84

“You returned?” Elder stiles croaks out. Elder Stiles is gaunt and skinny, his skin pale and dirty. He looks weak and frail, and his eyes are filled with sadness and despair. He wears tattered and dirty clothes, and his hair is disheveled. It is clear that he has been through a lot of suffering. “Of course I did,” Osiris said, reaching out to touch his arm. “I’m here, dad.”

Elder Stiles looks up at me with tears in his eyes and his voice shaking. “I thought I’d never see you again.” he murmurs, his voice full of emotion. “I should have listened. I should have let you handle it.” I could see the sadness written on his face and the relief in Osiris’ eyes. Marco gets the cage open, and Osiris rips it open. He drags his father out, hugging him tightly. “We need a medic down here!” Osiris shouts.

Elder Stiles held onto his son, his face covered in tears, and murmured his apologies. Marco had already called for a medic, and soon we were surrounded by medical personnel helping those in cages and tending to Elder Stiles. We follow them back to the hospital. Thomas also jumps in with us, telling his Beta to take his car.

Climbing into the passenger seat, Marco starts the car when Thomas speaks. “What a mess. I still can’t wrap my head around that Cane was the Strigoi all along and that not one of us noticed,” he grumbles. I am still trying to wrap my head around it too. “It’s hard to believe that someone we trusted could be so deceitful,” Marco says, shaking his head in disbelief.

“And that is exactly why it is so shocking. You considered him a friend. No one wants to believe their friend is a monster. No one wants to live with the what if’s, what if we could have done something sooner? What would have changed if we had?” Thomas nods in agreement while I wonder if his words also refer to Sondra.

“No one would have seen this coming,” Soyer adds. He’s right. We all thought Cane was some neglected son, an alcoholic. It turns out he was just a great actor.

“I don’t believe he meant to be bad,” Soyer states, and I look over at him.

He shrugs. “He turned crazy. I hate him for what he did to —” he breathes. “For what he did to Amy,” he choked.

“But I know he didn’t intend this. He told me himself.”

“Told you what?” I ask, and Marco also glances at him in the mirror.

“About the accident, he was in the car with his father and Peter. They died on impact. He was trapped with their dead bodies for three days. His legs were pinned beneath the dash. He said he was dying and needed blood. He fed off their dead bodies for three days.”

“Yes, living blood heals us quickly, but drinking from someone dead turns us Strigoi,” Marco explains.

know until he couldn’t control

still no excuse,”

no excuse, but it kind of helps knowing he didn’t want to be a monster. I remember him as a child. The kid was scared of his own shadow.” Soyer

he became the thing that haunted them…” he trails off.

that Stiles caught him in the act, trying to get blood from the blood bank. He then ordered Stiles to turn rogue and abandon his pack. It severed the pack link making everyone think he was dead,” Marco tells me, and I nod, having overheard the same thing.

the first place,” I mutter, but it is

and was given three months to live. Lyle a year, not that

“Luna Grace?”

asks, and Soyer nudges him, and I

wasn’t here

herself when Lyle killed her sister. Told Lyle she hopes he feels as dead inside as she does,” Thomas shrugs. My eyebrows raise, having not

in and out of the revolving doors, the sound of beeping machines, and shuffling feet echoing around us. The smell of disinfectant hangs heavily in the air, and the sterile white walls make the fluorescent lights burn brighter. As we make our way up to the wards, the smell of antiseptic grows stronger. The walls look even brighter and more sterile when alarm bells go off, and nurses rush toward Soyer’s

who has escaped her handcuffs. Amy was frantic. Her face is streaked with tears as she shakes her head, her eyes pleading with Soyer. “I can’t do this. I won’t become a monster like him,” she sobs, her body trembling as she clutches the nurse, whose eyes

up, giving him a pleading look. Amy is in hysterics, her body shaking uncontrollably and tears spilling down her face. She holds a nurse hostage. Her grip tightens around the scalpel pointed at the nurse’s throat. Her eyes are wild with fear, desperation, and anger, pleading with

and her breathing is erratic. When Marco steps

You don’t want to hurt her,” Soyer pleads, and Marco moves, but Soyer puts himself between his mate and him.

Marco. Marco backs off, and Soyer’s hand reaches out for Amy, the tremble in his hands obvious when I see motion out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head, I

I know you don’t want to hurt her.” Soyer says, his

want to touch me after what you saw that monster do? After what he

I’m here, and

shoves the nurse away. The nurse screams, and Soyer

forehead against her. “You dare to take your life, but you take mine

tells her, and she breaks down, shaking her head. Soyer pries the scalpel from her hand, tossing it aside and clutching her to him. He holds