Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 45

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 45 – Elena POV

Alpha Thomas pissed me off, so I felt nothing as I slipped what Tieriny called her poop juice into his wine. For the rest of the night, Thomas remained quiet; I spoke with the other Luna’s, not wanting to piss Axton off. And I was surprised he didn’t rip me to pieces over what I said to Alpha Thomas.

 

“Are you alright, Tom?” Alpha Soyer asks, making me glance across the table at him. Everyone turns their attention to him. He dabs at his brow with a napkin. He was sweating profusely, his other hand on his stomach. I watch as he sips from his glass of wine. “Maybe some water, dear,” his mate tells him, offering her glass to him. He slaps her hand away, spilling the water down her dress.

“Leave me, I must be coming down with something,” he snarls at her. I hoped my arguing with him earlier didn’t make things worse for her. I noticed how quiet she remained most of the night.

Axton leans back in his chair, draping his arm across my shoulders; his fingers absentmindedly playing with my hair. I tense automatically, only to feel his fingers move to the nape of my neck, his fingers running through my hair as he messages softly, I didn’t know what to think of his affections tonight; I just have to keep reminding myself it all for show.

“If you’ll excuse me, I think I might call it a night,” Alpha Thomas states, rising from his chair. His stomach gurgles loudly, and he clutches the edge of the table, his wife hurrying out of her seat. His face changes to a deep shade of red, sweat running down the sides of his face.

“Very well. The council would like to speak with you on Monday about your finances, Alpha. Be sure not to be late,” Axton tells him. His tone is ice-cold. Alpha Thomas tensed, and I know why.

I searched for months, trying to find out where the money was coming from that entered via his laundromats. I managed to link his dealing with the human banks, yet I had a feeling Alpha Thomas was dealing in trafficking. Although I could never prove it, and neither could the council, it was there; we knew he had underground dealings with the vamps, proving it was another matter.

Once Alpha Thomas left, the atmosphere changed, and I could tell that those who were remaining, Axton was good friends with. I watched as he downs his last drink, one! dissolved three sleeping pills into Tieriny had given me before she left. His words begin to slur, and he shakes himself.

were clearly driving. “I’ll see you to the door,” Axton says, stumbling from the couch, his whiskey in hand, as I walk Doreen to the door. I liked her, she reminded me a lot of my mother, and I knew they were

hear that you two are trying to set things right after the whole leaked video incident,” Doreen comments. I try not to snort. If only she knew I was playing along because I

kissing my cheek. Doreen smiles softly. In contrast, Lexa seethes in my head. We didn’t buy his stupid act for a second or his affections. We knew what would become of

a breath and lets me go before stumbling, “I think you poured my drinks a little strong,” he laughs as I grab his arm to stop him from face-planting to the ground. “Come, I will help you to bed,” I tell him, leading him down the hall. I push his bedroom door

me,” he

and I could imagine the hell you would raise if you woke up beside me,”

try to embarrass me,” he says, kicking the other off. “And

roll my eyes, watching as he reaches

he isn’t an

her; when I feel him grip my wrist, he tugs me down onto the bed. “Axton, I am not to blame if

in my bed from the moment I got you back, shh, and let me hug you,” he mumbles. “Could have fooled me, must have imagined the hell he has raised, don’t buy it, Elena. I won’t risk losing our babies,” Lexa snaps as if she thought I lost track of what

listened to him ramble while fighting the urge to sleep myself since I was now lying down. “I’m sorry, Elena,” he whispers, his hand moving over my bump. I say nothing, knowing it won’t change

sliding out from under his arm. If only things were like this when I came back. I was willing to give him a chance then, since I had nothing left to lose, but now I know him; I know this is just a facade, another version of

his keys from his pocket, dumping them on the bedside table, and fumbling

I will help you,” I tell him, climbing back onto the bed. I undo them, helping him out of his clothes, until he is just in his boxer shorts. “Are you coming back?” he mutters as I climb back off the bed. “Stay with me; I know I don’t deserve it, but please,” he asks, and I chew my

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