Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 50 

Elena POV 

Every day, Sondra stopped in for a week, today it is pour ing down with rain when we hear a loud rumbling engine as a car pulls up. Last night, we had quite a scare. Helicopters were flying around the area, and after listening to the busted police scanner, we learned they were looking for a stolen car. We all had no doubt whose, I knew it was just a ploy. Axton knows if he finds the car, ultimately he finds me and the boys. 

I watch warily from my bed and see Noleen’s posture change from tense to relaxed, and I know it can’t be anyone with sinister intentions. She opens the huge doors when I hear a car rev out the front. What I am not expecting is to see an old yellow school bus. The paint was faded and windows cracked, some missing, as she pulls it into the huge open space. The women all stand looking at each other, wondering what is going on. 

Sondra opens the bus door. “And where did you get that?” Michelle asks as Sondra steps out. She points to Axton’s car. “The same place Elena got that. | stole it,” Sondra says. Michelle shakes her head. “She owns a ranch, that old junker probably been sitting in her yard as an ornament,” Noleen rolls her eyes at Michelle. 

Yeah, it was kind of a stupid question to ask an old wom an, she doesn’t look like she shoplifted a pencil in her life, let alone an entire bus. 

“Right, pack your shit, or don’t. Either way, get your asses on the bus. You’re leaving.” Sondra says, clapping her hands. We all look at her as if she suddenly sprouted tentacles and a 

tail. 

come on,” she says, clapping at them. The women don’t question, just grab their few items and rush to ward it, while Sondra strolls over to me. I get up, glancing

Sondra raises an eyebrow at me as if to say don’t be ridiculous and holds her hands out for my son, a smile danc ing on her lips. For someone who had never had kids, I could tell she

son out of the basket we made into a bed. “Kyan, and Bane, not that it matters, not like I can register

I may be able to help with that,” she tells me.

is Axton’s grandfather’s name. I

name him after his great-grandfather, I know you were tossing up whether or not you wanted to?” she asks,

to name one after his grandfather,” I

my

himself, Elena. Don’t feel guilty for leaving. But I like the names,

he is

and I nod my head. Yet be ing

get dark. We need to get these car seats in. We will need the night to move that

the choppers came over last night. We heard over the scanner they were looking for it,” | admit. She