Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 6 

The following night. 

Sitting on the floor in the living room, we were waiting for the dad‘s game that he was watching to finish so we could have our usual Friday night movie night. Luke and I are both arguing over which movie to watch. 

“Quiet you two,” dad snaps, and I roll my eyes at him, and Luke chuckles at the face I make, mimicking dad. I poke him in the ribs, and he giggles before dad sends us a glare, making him fall quiet. 

“I‘ll go make popcorn,” I whisper to him. 

“And grab the chocolate,” he whispers and winks at me. 

“We are out. I forgot to grab more today,” Mum tells him, and he pouts. I roll my eyes and poke him in the ribs as I get up off the floor where I was lying next to him. He giggles and rolls onto his back, looking up at me with a cheeky smile on his face. 

“Chocolate stash in the shoebox under my bed,” I tell him, and he jumps up, taking off for the door. I chuckle as he races up the hallway in his avenger pajamas. 

“Really, Elena, you know how hypo he gets,” mum groans while brushing her fingers through Dad‘s hair as he sits on the lounge 

the TV.

beer, EL,” He calls, and I roll my eyes but move toward the kitchen to retrieve

and grabbing him a beer. I walk back out and hand it to him, and he thanks

Luke comes tearing past me with my chocolate stash tucked under his arms. He slides along the tiled floor in his red socks, skidding and giving a war cry that turns into an oomph when he slides straight into the wall with

Luke‘s shoulders straighten as he heads back into the living room. While in the kitchen, I used my father‘s charger and placed my phone on charge, leaving

salt. 

in my mouth, I wander back down the hall when I hear the news break come on. Then I hear dad telling Luke he can put his movie on, only for him to

and I hear the TV volume rise as I reach the entryway. I glance at

name mentioned, and I pause in the hallway, turning back

the entryway and stop beside the couch. Only to stop when I see what is playing and the bowl of popcorn slips out of my hands. The glass bowl shatters on the floor at my feet, glass splinters cut my legs, and my mother gasps,

in horror, and my blood runs colder

and cold inside me at what was playing for the entire city to see. Some parts of us are blurred out, too rude to show, yet my face was easy to see. He filmed us together. That startling realization rips through my chest, and I hear Lexa

it only gets worse when the naked photos of me cover the screen, and I shriek, racing toward the TV to rip it from the wall when my father stands, and I freeze.

wide–eyed at

me, and I back up, petrified by the murderous look on his