Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Alpha on the Hunt Chapter 7

“We’ll see you on Monday.” my mother tells me.

“I’m not staying in the city.” I remind her.

“Yes, you are, sweetie. You just refuse to admit it,” she says, wondering off before I can answer. Glaring at her re- treating figure, I start the car.

The drive to the city takes twice as long because I am try- ing to delay the inevitable. By the time I reach Axton’s pack- house, he is standing out the front, his arms folded across his bare chest. I roll my eyes. Why does he have to be half-naked? I growl in annoyance when Lexa answers me.

“He came back from a run. He didn’t think you were com- ing, and it set Khan off,” she tells me.

“You can’t know that!” I state.

“I can because the stupid bond gets stronger by the day now he has marked us. I have been catching glimmers of it through this one-sided bond.” she snaps at me. This was the first time she has openly admitted to her struggle with the bond. I constantly suffer when within his proximity, but Lexa had clearly been hiding her struggle from me.

Axton stomps over, grabbing my door when I shove it open. “You said 5 PM.” he snaps at me. I growl, not in the mood for his temper tantrum.

“I am forty minutes late, Axton. Calm down. This is hard enough.” I tell him, opening the back door. He says nothing as I reach in and start unclipping Kyan first. Instead, he walks

moment he reaches in, a vicious growl tears out of me, one I didn’t mean

and I shake the feeling off while re- minding myself he

the baby bag from the front passenger seat just as Axton closes his door. He smiles down at Bane, quickly kissing his head before looking at me

a twit. My voice is robotic as I tell the boy’s formula dosage and rattle off useless information I am sure he won’t need about their sleep schedule and explain every little thing in the baby bag, half of which he probably won’t use. Axton takes

I hand him over, I have no reason to stay any longer. My mother was right. I am staying in this

his free arm for him. Grit- ting my teeth, I hand him over, and Axton clutches

them inside.” Axton states, and I nod. My ac- tions feel pre-programmed and automatic as he

and turning onto the street, knowing

way.

I head for the city borders, deter- mined to leave, except as soon as I see the border patrols manning the exit, I pull over because I suddenly can’t breathe. My chest feels tight, and my hands are clammy as I clutch

I wanted to prove everyone wrong, I end

off as I pull up and park in front of the hedges where the car is hidden from view. The rain

heightened from the adrenaline pumping through my

my mind as I conjure up any ex- cuse possible to knock on his door so I can check on them, I don’t notice anyone approach the car until Axton is tapping on the window. “You know I can feel when you’re close, right?” he asks, and I blink at him. His shirt is drenched from the rain. that is

noticed me lurking

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