Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 65

A dam can only hold so much, before the foundation be- gins to crack, before those cracks turn to holes and eventually everything floods out. This is my breaking point, I was so damn tired of trying to fill the cracks, and plug the holes, tired of trying to hold the pressure in despite knowing it is a losing battle. My foundation didn’t crack, it burst fiercely, angrily showing exactly how broken I am, showing me how far in over my head I am.

Too busy stopping everyone else flowing away with the raging waters, not realizing by holding everything in, I was drowning myself because I was the anchor, the one at the bottom, claws into the earth and hanging on by my teeth.

Not anymore.

Now my flaws splayed out for him to pick through further, showing him how weak I am, the facade of strength I always displayed now long gone, and now he could truly see how ug- ly, tainted, dirty the floors at the bottom are. Axton’s grip fal- ters, the heat of him seeping into me as he presses his body against mine.

“Shh, Elena. Please stop crying. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please look at me.” Axton whispers, yet the dam wall burst and noth- ing he or Lexa spoke could calm me down. Nothing until it fi- nally stopped, until it had nothing else left, leaving nothing but a dry, barren wasteland. “Elena,” his voice sounded laced with concern, yet Axton I knew would not care. He only cared for what I had that he wanted to take.

Shame washes through me as the anger subsides, the tears stop, and I feel hollow, empty, drained of everything. Yet when I give up submitting to him like he wants, I notice his aura is no longer crushing because he isn’t using it now.

me. Lexa whines in my

of the fool

though I’m not sure now after I left. Despite that, I wrap my arms around his neck in a choke hold,

a moment. Khan rolls onto his back, pulling me with him. He never had any issues manipulating Axton’s

to me anyway. Khan I could never hate, my soul cried out for his. Some part of me believed it was just because

a hand slid up my back and the hand in my hair moved and gripped the nape of my neck. I waited for Axton to shove me off, berate me and demand his sons. He turned his face toward mine, pressing his lips to my cheek. “Go.” the word sounded strangled, and I was

he whispers, and I push off

looking down, his eyes flicker, darkening slightly as he watched me. His hands fall

off the bedside table. Fiddling with them and removing some. He passes them to me. Still unbe- lieving, I hesitate to take them. Finding one to be a car key. “Just come

Axton climbs off the bed, and

“No, that busted up thing was towed to the junkyard. The chassis was bent.” Great, how was I going to explain that to Sondra. Not

home.

someone, and I quickly rush past

end the strike. Don’t make me come looking for you, I want your word you’ll let me