Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 40 – Khan came through with a phone, kinda. He told me he didn‘t want to ask Eli, however he improvised and found a spare cord to plug the handset in that was in the living room, I just had to make sure to hide the cord before he got home. My mother and I arranged to meet up the next day after I spoke with her, we are supposed to meet at a small cafe. She said she would wait for me since I couldn‘t give her a definite time frame.

Pulling on some jeans, I realized how much my belly had grown when I couldn‘t get the buttons to do up, instead opting for some tights and a shirt, I mostly wore pajamas since I never went anywhere but now trying to wear real clothes, nothing Axton gave me fit anymore.

Even my belly was poking out the bottom of my shirt. Chewing my lip, I wander across to his room and twist the handle. Pushing it open a little he was already gone, his bed was made and the room spotless like the rest of the place.

Stepping into his room, I shudder at the thought of him catching me in here. I never came in here and usually left his washing in the basket by the door.

However, looking around I find his walk–in closet, which had a door inside that was to a huge ensuite. It was so large it even had a jacuzzi tub in the center and a massive shower that could easily fit half a dozen people. Shutting the door, i rummage through his clothes, stealing one his signature black shirts and one of his hoodies. I pull them on quickly before rushing out to see another door. Intrigued, I move toward it and open it. It was an office. My brows furrow wondering why he had one here and also one next door nearly identical when I spot the other door.

came to what I thought was just wall paneling but was a secret door into his bedroom. “Huh, I

mum,” I tell her. Slipping my slippers on and I hunted for some shoes but all Axton‘s shoes were much too big. Huffing, I race back to the room

“Everything alright?” she asks.

have no shoes, only slippers,” I tell her. She pauses for a second. “Okay, I will go grab you a pair and I will ring you when I am out the front, I will park near the old pawn shop down the side alley across the road” she tells me and I let out a breath of relief. We quickly say goodbye and I

toward the kitchen. Hesitantly, I look at the door hoping the guard hadn‘t gone on a pee break or something. I could set the alarms off but I needed a reason for him to

on it, watching them burn and the room fills with smoke; I use another

my ears stepping away from the stove top, I hit the kill switch on the wall to shut the gas

watch the door as the flames get higher, making me wonder what the heck those tea towels were made of. Seconds later I hear the door handle and I rush out of the kitchen to stand in the hall by the door. It bursts open and a man gasps, racing toward the pantry when he