Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 38 – The next month passes by in a blur. Every afternoon a new woman; never the same woman, but every night a new one would show up on his arm, and every night Khan would sneak into my room. Yet after the first woman, I never spoke to Khan, ignored his presence completely after finding out Axton blocks him out when he is with them. Which confirmed my thoughts of what they were doing in that room. Why else would they go to his bedroom?

For a month I had been locked in this house, so I knew I missed Alisha’s funeral. I had tried to ask Axton about it, but he never seemed to be alone when he returned home, and Khan refused to ask because he didn’t want Axton to know he was taking control of his body at night. He said something about Axton sedating him. Apparently, he had done that in the past, though he refused to tell me why.

However, he had allowed me to speak to my mother, who rang his phone on the sly without my father finding out. She had been pestering me about getting a phone because Axton never let me use his for long. She confirmed I missed Alisha’s funeral, but she read the paper leaflet to me over the phone and she told me Alisha’s parents don’t blame me for what happened, and that I should have been there but I doubted I was getting out of this house before my sons were born.

I had just finished getting dressed, though I wondered why I bothered at all. It wasn’t like I had ever left the apartment. But this morning, I was trying to catch Axton before he left for work, knowing I would have no chance to speak to him when he came home. Slipping my socks on, I open the door hearing the kettle in the kitchen whistling, and I bounce on my heels, knowing I haven’t missed him; padding down the hallway, I find Axton leaning against the counter, phone in hand as he typed away. He was wearing his usual blue suit and a black button-up shirt. I moved to make his coffee, hoping he was in a good mood this morning.

He lifts his head as I move past him. “What did you sh*t, the f**king bed? Why are you up?” he growls at me. Ignoring his comment, I grab the kettle and an extra cup down. What else did he expect me to do? Besides cleaning this place and cooking, there was nothing else to do but sleep and watch TV.

I make his coffee, handing it to him, and he turns to walk over to the dining room table. I wait for him to pick up his newspaper, making myself a cup of tea before leaning on the counter. I knew better than to get too close to him, Khan I could, but Axton, I knew better, more than better, because his nasty comments or growls always ended with me crying in my room later that night.

and he sighs, setting his newspaper down to look at me. “What,

stand there like a f**king moron?” he snaps at me. Lexa growls in my head, and I hated that I even had to ask. It was embarrassing. My lip quivers as I try to find a way to ask without

raises an eyebrow at me, and I scramble for words. “Or maybe fix the house

I scratch the side of my belly. I became itchy when nervous, and right now, I wasn’t sure if he was being

heats, no my entire body does as I ask. I had never felt so degraded in my life. I have never had to ask someone for money before. Growing up, I always had access to my trust, and I always worked, but here I had none of

it,” he snaps at me before rising from his chair; he drinks the rest of his coffee before chucking the mug in the sink, making it shatter. Glass shards spray out, and I yelp in shock before

that went well. Are you sure he

“Huh?” I ask her.

the man who thinks

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