Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 42 – Axton POV

The moment the words left my lips, Khan growled as he peered out my eyes at the broken look on her face. Despite the bond now being gone, I wanted to take the words back. Yes, I had been looking at Nannies but hadn’t picked one; ! don’t think I truly would’ve. I just liked seeing her face when I brought them into the house, needing to see the pain I had felt for months in her eyes too.

“Tell her you didn’t mean it. Take it back, Axton,” Khan roars angrily in my head. She looks down at the crib, her hand sweeping over her giant belly, as her lip quivers and her eyes turn glassy with tears. She sets the teddy back in the crib and looks at me, the look she gave me said more than any words could at how badly I hurt her.

Khan whimpers in my head seeing her pain reflected at us “Axton, take it back, tell her you didn’t mean it,” Khan urges as she walks toward me. My lips part yet I am choked by the raw emotion that is so easily seen on her face. Khan’s fury was like an erupting volcano about to spill out and decimate every thing. “Elena,” | stammer out, grabbing her arm as she steps past me. She stops and I let out a breath of relief.

She turns to face me, and I am about to apologize, but she moves quicker than I saw it coming. “I sho” my words were cut off by the force of her hand connecting with my face, my face turning from the impact as heat rushed up the side of my

face. Every finger I could feel branded into my skin and the taste of copper filled my mouth as my teeth bit into my cheek.

Instinctively my hand goes to my face where she slapped me, the skin welting, and I know that must have hurt her hand because fuck, my face was stinging. Shocked, it took me a few seconds to recover, and by the time I did, she was already walking out of my room. Khan growls, the noise ripping from my chest as I go to stalk after her.

“I swear you touch her, I will throw us off the fucking roof,” Khan snarls at me, making me stop.

fucking hit me,” I snap

a battle of wills as we both fight for control. How ever, I have no choice but to sit down on the end of the bed. Eventually, my anger receded, and I

expect to hear her open the fridge or flick the lights on, but she doesn’t, which has me stepping into the hall. Quietly I go see what she is doing. Only she isn’t in the kitchen. My eyes scan the large open space when I see her next to the phone. I flick the light on, and she jumps. “What are you doing?” I ask her, seeing

handset in

to walk past me when I step into her path. She smacks into my chest, a shrill shriek leaves her lips, and I grab her arm to steady her. My eyes roam over her nightie, and robe. Her belly brushing my stomach, and I fight the urge to reach out and

she just presses her lips in a line, refusing to answer

me, I see the end of a cord peeking out of

you this?”

my head.

fucking asked for months, and you deprive me

you? I give you everything you could possibly need,

everything!” she screams, shoving me, her hands smack into my chest, and she snatches the cord off me and turns to walk back to her room. My arms wrap around her

put the blame on me. You ran off with that bastard. You rejected me, was I supposed to welcome you back with fucking open arms? Now give me the cord;” | growl at her. Khan tries to force control before stopping realizing his fight ing

her go when she holds her hand up, the cord shaking in her grip. “Take it then,” she chokes out, and I let her