Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 11

We spend the rest of dinner in silence while I pondered on the sleeping arrangement. I can’t sleep in here. I don’t trust myself, not with the bond acting all haywire.

“I’ll take the couch. It’s fine Elena. Stop stressing.” Axton growls angrily when one of the boys wakes. Axton sets his plate down, forgetting his dinner and wandering into the nursery. Picking up his empty plate and mine, I go to the kitchen to make a bottle and return to find Axton already has one. I groan, waving the bottle at him.

“There is a kitchenette in my office,” Axton says.

“You didn’t think to tell me that?”.

“You were gone when I came out and I have no mind link with you. I wasn’t going to yell out to you and wake Bane.” He says while Kyan fusses, not wanting the bottle. He is fussier than his brother, preferring the breast and sometimes difficult to settle. Bane could be just as bad, but Kyan lately has re- fused the bottle, which was one of the stressors of them com- ing here.

Axton rocks him, trying to settle him, yet he continues to cry when Axton looks over at me, his eyes moving to the shirt that I’m wearing. “He won’t take it, and I already changed him, too.”

Moving toward him, Axton has a silly smile on his lips and it takes me a second to realize why when I feel milk filling my bra and running down my stomach.

“Crap!”

“It’s fine. I have more shirts, but try to feed him. He won’t take the bottle while I get you another shirt. Axton passes me

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chomps down on it, making me hiss when he doesn’t latch properly and I

one arm, he moves to the closet and returns with a new shirt, and places it on the bed

presence beside me. For the most part, it works, until I feel tingles rush across my arms, making my

I think I’ve dropped him. “He’s fine, I’ve got him,” Axton murmurs, his hand tugging my shirt

soaked and I groan. Without thinking, I tug it off, only remembering Axton is standing right there, and I just flashed

I ask, and Axton

Some part of me wanted him to remain, so I wouldn’t

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It’s hard as a

would not kick him

“Elena!”

under his breath and shakes his head, then grabs the TV

minutes, anyway. Grabbing the

the window. Sleep comes easily or did until I felt sparks rush over the backs of my thighs and under my back. I jolt awake, my

doing?” I growl, trying to settle my now- racing heart from the heart attack he

go back to

but snarl

trying to clear my hazy vision when he places me in his bed. Yet his bed is a million times better than the hard leather couch I was sleeping on and this one

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tucking it between