Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 39

Axton POV

As I leave the packhouse, I immediately notice Eli. He is waiting downstairs on the front porch, his hands hidden in his pockets. As soon as he hears me step out of the building, his eyes snap to me, and an odd look crosses his face.

“Woo–woo, Alpha,” he pulls his hands out of his pockets, raises them, and takes a step back. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes, which I’m sure is proof of what’s coming out of his mouth next. “I’m loving the purple. It really makes your eyes pop. And those cheekbones, man, you sure you’re not a model?” Eli snickers, staring at Elena’s unicorn pajamas I’m wearing. Yeah, I should’ve seen this coming.

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. At this point, my jaw is so tight that if I don’t relax soon, I’ll sport the worst headache known in history.

I don’t want to leave. My entire being is screaming at me to turn around and go back inside the packhouse. All I really want to do is, close that massive door behind me and hide away, if only for a bit longer with Elena and the boys. But alas, Marco is already covering for me, and I don’t think he would appreciate me demanding more of him when his job is hard enough.

Eli nudges my side, so I look up at him. I expect another snide remark or a shit–eating grin, but instead, I meet a serious facial expression. “They’ll be fine. I will be here, and Marco is coming back. Derrick is in the cells. No one is getting near them,” he

assures me.

A loud, heavy breath leaves my lips as I glance at Marco. At that very moment, he nods in the direction of his car. “I’ll be heading

assures me, and I press my lips in a line, looking

to the full power of destruction it holds above our heads. My eyes scan the area, and soon, I notice that most of my men are stationed under the porches of the woman’s houses. They’re standing just inside the open barn doors, out of the

My mind is somewhat overtaken by nothing and everything at the same time until I’m snapped back to reality by Marco, who hits the

I

attempts to avoid the rain don’t help much in our case. In

the moment we

into the backseat of his Mustang and retrieves a tank

so I can at least try to take you

his statement and tug on the navy blue tank

Marco drives down the long driveway toward

Allon into pages now

the car, and the rain pelts the window as Marco tries to navigate the windy road back to the city, in spite of the fact that visibility is

you cold?” Marco asks me, reaching for the air conditioning button. I raise

would. However, Marco has no sense of what is considered hot or cold. He can’t tell the difference between temperatures

this car before me. Who was important enough to sit in this