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. 

question, just grab their few items and rush to ward it, while Sondra strolls over to me.

at me as if to say don’t be ridiculous and holds her hands out for my son, a smile

I lean down, scooping my other son out of the basket we made into a bed.

that,” she tells me. I go

“Yes, I spoke to my mother the other day. Bane is Axton’s grandfather’s name. I messaged her to see if she could find out for me,” I tell her, stroking his little cheek, his little lips jutting out as he stretch es in my arms.

great-grandfather, I know you were tossing up whether or

after his grandfather,” I admit, feeling

my mother.

for leaving. But I like the

he is their

nod my head. Yet be ing homeless and living in a warehouse was not how I pic tured raising

get dark. We need to get these car seats in. We will need the night to move that thing without being noticed,” she

the choppers came over last night. We heard over the scanner