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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I whip my boob out. Kyan chomps down on it, making me hiss when

Holding him in one arm, he moves to the closet and

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

I think I’ve dropped him. “He’s fine, I’ve got him,” Axton

is standing right there, and I just flashed him. Ripping the shirt down, he has his gaze on Kyan in his arms and I let out a sigh of

ask, and Axton

him to remain, so I wouldn’t have to be alone

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sleep on the couch. It’s hard as a rock,” Axton

not kick

“Elena!”

here,” I tell him and Axton mutters under

wave him off, not caring what he chooses, knowing I will fall asleep in five minutes, anyway. Grabbing the fleece blanket laying on the arm of the couch, I tug it over myself, settling under the blan- kets to face the

rush over the backs of my thighs and under my back. I jolt awake, my hands

trying to settle my now- racing heart from the heart

back to

down.” I all but snarl at him and he growls

the bed. Twice you’ve nearly rolled off that couch and I can’t sleep knowing you’re in the room yet out of my reach.” I blink, 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

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his pillow, tucking it between my