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 

at the

me a beer, EL,” He calls, and I roll my eyes

the popcorn in the microwave before rummaging through the fridge and grabbing him a beer. I walk back out and hand it to him, and he thanks me, popping

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

in the halls,” Dad yells out, and 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 it on the counter before retrieving a bowl, pouring the freshly cooked popcorn

salt. 

hear the news break come on. Then I hear dad telling Luke he can put his movie on, only for him to

he snaps, and I hear the TV volume rise as I reach the entryway. I glance at the TV screen for a second when my phone

back to retrieve it when I hear my name mentioned, and I pause in the hallway, turning

of my hands. The glass bowl shatters on the floor at my feet, glass splinters cut my legs, and my mother gasps, covering my brother‘s eyes as a video from the hotel room we spent the night

and my blood

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

naked photos of me cover the screen, and I shriek, racing toward the

I look to mum, who stares wide–eyed at him before

toward me, and I back up, petrified by the murderous look