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 lock

at

had tried to break that lock and

I dig through the cupboards for clothes, pulling on one of Jake’s shirts

the door scratched and chunks missing from hitting the brackets before we busted the door handle clean

I stare out the now

some part of me warning me of the

need to move,” Lexa urges, pressing beneath my skin as

step out listening for movement

if he was back? What if he knew of

with Lexa’s encouragement, I started running down the steps and through the

the basement, reaching for

Jake was hiding behind the frame next to the

by sheer luck I heard him curse

watching him out of the corner of my eye as he glanced at me before moving the photo frame and taking a key

stairs to the basement, my feet making the wooden stairs creak, before the coldness of the concrete floor seeped in through the soles of

the draft My eyes scan the shelves for anything

move

says, crawling forward

back,” I warn her before lifting the piece of bar, adrenaline surging

it down once, twice, thrice on the lock when the metal bends, the door busted and crooked as it creaks

her sob, shoving

I clutch her as I

weak on her

as we make our way to the stairs, she grips the railing

every step Lexa telling us to hurry, but Alisha

fear slivering up my spine and