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

at it,

many times I had tried to break that lock

on one of Jake’s shirts before racing to

through, but we managed after much banging, the wood on the door scratched

as I stare out the now

some part of me warning me of the

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

step out

if he was back? What if he knew of our plans? So many thoughts ran rampant in

with Lexa’s encouragement, I started running down the

the basement, reaching for

behind the frame next to

I heard him curse

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 unlocking the

the basement, my feet making the wooden stairs creak, before

down here, cold from the draft My eyes scan the shelves for anything to break the lock on the cage and I

move to the back of the

says, crawling forward in

her before lifting the piece

the metal bends, the door busted and crooked as it

on her sob, shoving it open before

she gets to her feet, and I clutch her as I take most of her weight,

weak

stairs, she

every step Lexa telling us to

climbed the stairs, fear slivering up my spine and making the dread