Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 23 – *****Trigger warning next 13 chapters are brutal. For DV, SA, READ AT OWN RISK,& I promise it will get easier to read after these initial ********* For a week, I have been chained to this bed, enduring Jake’s torments and his degrading acts as I sought to build his trust, but I am glad to say that it seems to be working because last night, he took off the chains and used his glamor instead to make me submit and not escape.

However, Lexa was losing hope with each passing day, and so was I. It was imperative we got out of here as soon as possible, we had less than three months until our babies were due, and I couldn’t imagine having them here because I knew they would not survive, and neither would I if something happened to them.

At the small dining table where I am seated, I am trying to cut my food with a fork while wondering if Alisha has eaten anything yet.

The man had refused to let me speak with her or to see her.

I wasn’t even sure she was alive anymore; I worried because last night he came back, reeking of her scent.

I remained chained to the bed as he went to work, only for him to return; when he did return, my nightmares came true.

“Maybe I could help in the cafe?” I offer, looking down at my plate.

“You know why you can’t, Pet,” he tells me, sipping his coffee.

I despised the nickname he gave me.

It made me feel like a dog, made me feel small.

Even Lexa had left me most days unable to handle watching my torment.

Receding into the back of my mind, she blamed herself for not picking up what he was, but how could we know when we had never meta vampire before? Not only that, he smelled like her every day he fed on Alisha, and I was beginning to realize why he always reeked of the rogue women at the settlement.

He was feeding on them.

I had asked why he smelled of Alisha, and he told me because he fed on her, that vampires smelled like their victims, which explains whyhe smelled like a human; Mary was human.

“You’ll be with me; I just want to help.

You work so hard,” I tell him, reaching for his hand.

week he thrives on me submitting to him, begging him, and playing this sadistic game of housewife he has me playing “I’ll think about it,” he says, taking my plate from me and cutting the

a piece out, pinched

I

feeding me like that, and I try not to cringe whenever I accept a

he gets dressed, and I follow him around like an obedient pet when he starts setting out some

and I almost cried at the thought of

don’t leave it,” he

my head, already plotting ways I could

I feel this strange shudder run up my spine, his words floating in my head “You will not speak of

anything that goes on up here or in this building, and you will not

everything, yet my voice was

and forcing his tongue into my

dressed,” he says, smacking

scramble to put

on?” Lexa asks, rushing

the apartment,” I tell

“Alisha?”

“We’ll see.

on a plan to get help,” I

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was working in the kitchen, Jake was

he was directly behind

knew if I tried to slip them anything I was caught, he would not only

worked on building trust and worked on a

just cleaning the benches when I

but when I heard a feminine voice

kitchen door, I saw it was an old

regulars here and loved Jake’s

down the end of the street where Jake bought most of his