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

and popped, the

at it, shocked it

tried to break that lock and

on one of Jake’s shirts before racing

much banging, the wood on the door scratched and chunks missing from

stare out the now open

at the thought of being caught, some part of me warning

El. You need to move,” Lexa urges, pressing beneath

step out listening for

knew of our plans? So many thoughts

the steps

the basement,

behind the frame next to the

him curse when he left the key in the

I fixed the register, watching him out of the corner of my eye as he glanced at me before

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

scan the shelves for anything to break the lock on the cage and I

shelf, I move to the back

crawling

lifting the piece

bring it down once, twice, thrice on the lock when the metal bends,

chokes on her sob, shoving it open before

wobble as she gets to her feet, and I clutch her as I take

weak on

our way to the stairs, she grips

step Lexa telling us to

ribcage as we climbed the stairs, fear slivering up my spine and making the dread in my stomach worse