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Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 34
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Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 34 – Elena POV

I had been in and out of consciousness for hours, finally able to sleep. I hadn‘t realized how little I had

while staying with Jake. Yet I was beginning to believe safety and stability were a mythical concept as I

woke up to Doc jamming a needle in my arm. My eyes fluttered open at the sound of Axton‘s voice, that

painful reminder of him rejecting me back only now made me realize my connection to him was severed.

How I hadn‘t noticed, or it slipped my mind that the bond wasn‘t fully broken until he broke it, was beyond

me. Now to match the pain in my back, I found a void in my chest, a coldness and sinking feeling to go

along with it. It felt like dread, like someone had removed a limb, and I was now having to learn to live

without it. Lexa had fallen quiet.

She reveled in the sound of his voice despite the broken bond, and reveled in the safety he could offer.

Yet some part of me knew I wasn‘t safe here, either. And his following words proved it. “I don‘t care about

her.

I just want to know if my twins are okay?” he asks, and I look at Doc; his eyes flick down to me before

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moving behind me, which makes me turn my head to find Axton on the other side of me while Doc draws

blood.

Axton glances down at me, his face expressionless before he looks at Doc again. “Ring me when you

get the results back,” he says before walking out. We watch him leave and Doc sighs heavily.

“Quite the mess you made there, Luna,” Doc murmurs as he slides the needle from my skin and places a

cotton ball over it. He offers nothing else in the way of explanation but after a few seconds, removes the

cotton ball and takes his vials, moving toward the door.

“Doc?” I ask him, and he stops, turning back and looking at me. “Are my babies okay?” I ask him, sitting

up. “Yes, the Alpha‘s babies are okay,” he tells me, walking out and shutting the door. My brows scrunch

together at his wording.

The Alpha‘s babies? Sure, he helped make them, but I am the one carrying them, the Alpha‘s, not ours

for some reason my mind hyper focused on that, some unsettling feeling washed over me and I couldn‘t

explain why it bothered me so much. Looking down, I am in a blue hospital gown, and I vaguely

wondered who changed me, not that it mattered I was safe here.

I kept reminding myself and any form of clothing I was grateful for. Nothing more degrading than being

forced naked when I wished for nothing more than a scrap of cloth to give yourself some form of privacy.

Standing up, I wander toward the door and grip the handle, wanting to find Axton and see what is going

on. And if he had spoken to Alisha‘s parents. I was also hungry, absolutely ravenous as my stomach

growled, yet as I gripped the door, I found it was locked.

I try it again, thinking it must be some kind of mistake or the door was jammed, yet twisting it again, it

doesn‘t budge. I even try yanking on it, still it does not open.

Lexa wanders forward, examining the door and then the room with me. Why am I locked in here? “He

probably thinks we will run,” Lexa tells me, yet she felt oddly numb with her words in my head. Void of

emotion behind her words.

I knock on the door, wondering if anyone is on the other side, before giving up when I get no answer.

There is a bathroom off to the side, and I wander in wanting to shower, wanting to feel some semblance

of normal, but what is normal now? I hoped the void and sinking feeling that kept overwhelming me

wasn‘t my –new version of normal because not even the heat from the shower that turned my skin pink

could warm the coldness seeping into me.

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Yet as I emerge out the door into the hospital room, I find Axton sitting on a chair beside the bed. He

motions toward the clothes neatly folded on the bed. “Thanks,” I tell him, quickly snatching them up and

darting back into the bathroom.

I slip the jeans on and the cashmere sweater before coming back out to find him near the door. “I‘ll show

you around,” he says, simply opening the door and walking out. I made haste to follow him, wanting out

of the confinement of the small space that felt like the walls were drawing closer with each second.

He led me through this place, which I found was some sort of apartment complex. He took me to the

highest floor, which I knew was the penthouse apartment.

Thank god for the lifts because we were around twenty stories high as I glanced out the floor–to–ceiling

windows. From up here, we could see the entire city, all the pack territories, and even my old pack.

“Elena!” Axton calls, stopping me from taking in the breathtaking view of the city. Peering over my

shoulder, he nods toward the hallway beside the oversized kitchen with its stainless steel appliances and

marble countertops.

This place resembled something out of a magazine. It didn‘t look lived in, everything too clean and

nothing out of order. Axton led me to a bedroom and pushed the door open. This room was vastly

different from the other parts of the place, bare even.

It contained a bed and one bedside table. “You can sleep in here, there are clothes in the walk–in closet,

and the bathroom is the door beside it.” Axton tells me as I take in the room.