Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 52 

Three weeks Later. 

Axton POV 

Khan had all but abandoned me, I hadn’t felt his presence in ages. It was almost as if I no longer had a wolf, and to make things worse. We had no leads on Elena. None whatsoever. 

“A package came for you,” Eli tells me, dropping a box on my desk. I pick up the package and turn the thin cardboard between my fingers. It kind of looked like a package you would put a photo in, but the whatever was inside, it had a lit tle too much weight. 

Giving it a shake, I could hear the contents jingling around like it was metal. Grabbing my mail file, I slice down the edge of the wooden cardboard envelope. The contents spilling onto the table just as we hear a truck beeping loudly outside my house. 

Recently, I had moved back to my father’s old place. I couldn’t stand staying in the empty apartment. The ghost of Elena haunted me, laughed, and mocked me every time ! stepped foot in that place. Eli wanders over to the window. 

A picture sliding out was the first thing I noticed as picked it up. It was in a protective film. The contents along with it were forgotten as I stared at the photo of my sons. I blink and try not to choke on emotion. In this photo, they both had their eyes open, one with the ghost of a smile on his lips, which was probably just wind. But nonetheless, he looked like he was smiling back at me. The other his lips were pursed as if he was thinking hard. Turning it over, I see writing on the back. 

0004 “Did you order something?” Eli asks me, and I shake my 

head. 

at her neat handwriting on the back, tears brimming in my eyes. Khan forces forward, feeling my sudden emotions choke.

and Kyan are happy and

keep your mind occupied, I sent

Tell Khan, I miss him, you

part, shaking my head. She likes my alter ego wolf, which everyone is petrified of, yet despises me. Khan seems pretty chum about the message on the back urg ing me to turn the

is muttering under his breath. My brows furrow as I take a sip of the steaming hot brew. Turning my attention back to the contents. Coffee sprays out my lips and my nose, burning my nostrils as I see

sure you didn’ t refurnish the house…” His words die as he glances at the li cense plate, I am holding between

sputter. I stare

is the term Build-Your-Car?

toward the window. And peering at my security, hauling everything off the truck. Rac ing downstairs, I miss

the driveway. My men were half

of my men go to drop a box on something that looks oddly like my car door. Racing over to them, I start ripping off the bubble wrap before my

the sky, while Khan howls with laugh ter in my head. I stare down at my car door. Silence falls when they realize what

pubescent teen. I feel like crying as I watch them unload ev erything in my driveway, when finally just before the last truck is ready to

at me and I open it to find it is all the nuts and bolts and some small er

I blink, yes, he may know where she is! I look up

he is human, and he chuckles.

furrow in confusion. Who the heck is