Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 29 – The first night after giving Noleen the phone number, I stayed awake all night, under the false hope that my father would be kicking down the door any moment to come to our rescue.

The second day I spent all dRead Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 28 On Alaniniz.ay by the windows, waiting, watching only for the night to come, and that hope dissolved.

By day three, Noleen came into the shop and told me she had delivered the message, and I knew he wasn’t coming for me.

I knew that any hope that my father would come to save us was gone.

He didn’t care; I was no longer his daughter.

It also meant the only chance of escape was for us to find a way on our own, which was unlikely.

Or so I thought until Jake told me he had to go to the rogue settlement.

“This is our chance, we have to do it now,” Lexa urged.

Noleen had come in and said they couldn’t fix the pipes, and Jake was going out to attempt to fix them for them and no doubt feed on them.

I stand by the window, the chain heavy on my ankle that is attached to the end of the bed.

As his car disappears around the corner, I race toward the bed and dig my hand under the dresser to retrieve the butter knife I stole from down in the kitchen before prying up the floorboard.

The last couple of times I had gone to work downstairs in the cafe, I had managed to smuggle a butter knife and a broken meat tenderizer.

I pry the floor board up, grabbing the chunky piece of metal.

Although the handle was snapped off, it was the only thing I had in the way of a hammer.

I begin smacking the lock on the chain, repeatedly hitting it and trying to break it.

The metal dents from the repeated blow, and I smashed my fingers a couple of times when suddenly

padlock clicked and popped, the lock

blink down at it, shocked

tried to break that

Lexa urges, and I dig through the cupboards for clothes, pulling on one of Jake’s shirts before racing to the door

banging, the wood on the door scratched and chunks missing from hitting the brackets before we busted the door handle clean

stare out the now open

part of me warning me of the consequences and freezing me

Lexa urges, pressing beneath my skin as I try not

I step out listening

if he knew of our plans? So many thoughts ran rampant

the steps and through the back of the

basement, reaching for the spare

Jake was hiding behind the frame next to

by sheer luck I heard him curse when he left the key in

to notice as I fixed the register, watching him out of the corner of my eye as he glanced at me before moving the photo frame and taking a key off the back of it and

I ran down the stairs to the basement, my feet making the wooden stairs creak, before the

My eyes scan the shelves for anything

off the shelf, I move to the back of the

Alisha says, crawling forward in

lifting the piece of bar,

lock when the metal bends, the door busted and crooked

on her sob, shoving it

her feet, and I clutch her as I take most of her weight,

was weak on

stairs, she grips the railing tight, and I brace her other

stairs, every step Lexa telling us to hurry,

thumped hard against my ribcage as we climbed the stairs, fear slivering up my spine and making the dread in my