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. 

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 at the bus before

could stay at the ranch, but none of us thought she was truly serious. Sondra raises an eyebrow at me as if to say don’t be ridiculous and holds her hands out for my son, a

we made into a bed. “Kyan, and Bane, not that it matters, not like I can register them,” I tell her. She

able to help with that,” she tells me. I go to ask how, but she asks

Not that I don’t like it, but isn’t that the name your mother told you?” she asks. I sigh. “Yes, I spoke to my mother the other day. Bane is Axton’s grandfather’s name. I messaged her to see if

tossing up whether

one after his grandfather,” I admit, feeling a little guilty. I couldn’t imagine not having them. It

my mother.

for leaving. But I like the names,

he is their

to do. You don’t need him, and neither do they,” she tells me, and I nod my head. Yet

car seats in. We will need

over the scanner they were looking for