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. 

load,” he says, still peering down at the driveway from the window. Yet I was staring at her neat handwriting on the back, tears brimming in my eyes. Khan forces forward, feeling my sudden emotions choke. His presence, coming back, nearly tips me over the edge as he presses forward with me to see.

Kyan are happy and healthy.

occupied, I sent you

I miss him, you not so

at the last 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 picture over, wanting to see them again. He beams inside me before sadness bleeds into me when he real izes it is

photo aside, reaching for my coffee. I glance at Eli, who is muttering under his breath. My brows furrow as I take a sip of the steaming hot brew.

the house…” His words die as he glances at the li cense plate,

laugh and a sputter. I stare at

the

drop the license plate, rushing toward the window. And peering at my security, hauling everything off the truck. Rac ing downstairs, I miss some and nearly trip on the hall runner as I rip the front door

My men were half

on something that looks oddly like my car door. Racing over to them, I start ripping off the

howls with laugh ter in my head. I stare down at my car door. Silence falls when they realize what they are hauling off the two trucks. Eli jogs down behind me and I peer up

tracks. “My poor car,” my voice sounds like I have been kicked in the balls or that of a pre pubescent teen. I feel like crying as I watch them unload ev erything in my driveway, when finally just before the last truck

can do is nod my head. He thrusts the box at me and I open it to find it is all the nuts and

picked this up from?” Eli asks him. I

the air I can tell he is human, and he chuckles.

in confusion. Who the heck is Mrs. S?