Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 35 – It had a fluffy gray duvet on the bed that looked to be a queen, yet this room felt cold for some reason. I couldn‘t place why I felt that way. I would rather the hospital room. It felt empty despite having clothes, even as I walked into the grand bathroom and closet. Walking out, Axton was leaning against the doorframe, watching me.

“My room is across the hall. You are to remain in the apartment unless I authorize you to leave it. Guards will be posted outside the doors until you can be trusted.” he tells me. “I‘m not going anywhere, Axton,” I tell him, but he either didn‘t care for my words or didn‘t believe me because he walked off, leaving me in the room. I sat on the bed, looking around the empty space.

Goosebumps laced my skin, and I itched badly, something setting off my senses about his cold demeanor, yet I couldn‘t place why I felt that way. It must be our broken bond, but I found myself waiting for the other shoe to drop, to wake up back in the apartment with Jake, and finding out all this was some distant reality I was trapped in.

Like a dream, I had conjured to hide from the real world. It wasn‘t until the incessant hunger that had been pestering me since I woke up, that I decided to move. It was also the startling clarity I needed, prove I was really here, because the growling sound started to turn to an ache and I found myself wandering to the door.

I stop listening for any movement before wandering down the hall to the kitchen. Was I allowed to just help myself? I didn‘t know the rules here; he didn‘t say; merely just showed me my room and walked off.

“Well, he can‘t expect us to starve,” Lexa tells me, yet why did I feel so unwelcome here? Like I was intruding and the feeling wouldn‘t leave; I wanted very much to go back to my room.

me toward the fridge, reminding me I needed to eat, that the two moving babies inside

she was saying what was expected of us and not for any real reason, just her words purely existing like an idea in my

about the man at all besides what the tabloids say. “It‘s the thought

I set to work, rummaging through the well–stocked

I could marinate the steaks in red wine with salt, garlic, liquid smoke, sugar, and pepper, setting it to

and combining them with cheddar cheese, crumpled bacon, chives, and butter. I placed the twice–baked potatoes back in the oven and set the asparagus aside with

placed the tomahawk steaks in the oven on to broil for thirty minutes. After everything was finished, I placed his food on a large plate for Axton and some for myself. Hopefully, he will be back soon for

fancy but not over the top,” I said to Lexa as I waited for Axton. Lexa chimes in seconds later, “I hope he does. It is all we can really do to show

a while, and dinner was going cold. I wondered what time he would be back and was about to consider reheating everything when finally the door

to me and I was starving, but knew it would be rude not to wait for him. Besides, I was hoping to speak to him, have some form of conversation, so I

dinner,” I blurted out as he wandered into the room where I sat at the dining table. He raised an eyebrow at me and glanced at the table