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.

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 bacon I was

holds a piece out, pinched between

he says, and robotically I do as I

I try not to

and I follow him around like an obedient pet when he starts setting out some of my clothes, something he never

week now, and I almost cried at the thought of being able to wear something

don’t leave it,”

nod my head, already plotting ways I could try to escape, when he grabs

up my spine, his words floating in my head “You will

not speak of anything that goes on up here or in this

everything, yet my voice was robotic,

me and

dressed,” he says, smacking my

to put

going on?” Lexa

leaving the apartment,”

“Alisha?”

“We’ll see.

work on a plan to

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was working in the kitchen, Jake

when I served customers he was directly behind me and I was beginning to lose

slip them anything I was caught, he would not only punish me but probably kill

instead I worked on building trust and worked on a plan

benches when I

but when I heard a feminine voice sing out,

head out of the kitchen door, I saw it

here and loved Jake’s works

the bakery down the end of the street