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

I press my

sure it’s not nearly close 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

the skies have opened up to release a monsoon. My mind is somewhat overtaken by nothing and everything at the same time until I’m

Marco asks me, and I give him a

rain to run to the car. However, the speed and attempts to avoid the rain don’t help much in our case. In weather

of us are drenched the moment we step out from

instantly reaches over into the backseat of his Mustang and

at least try to take you seriously with those

statement and tug on the navy blue tank while

the long driveway toward the

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of leaving Elena and the boys behind. The wind howls outside the car, and the rain pelts the window as Marco tries to navigate the windy road back to the city, in

me, reaching for the air conditioning button. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Sorry, forgot you’re not human.” He chuckles, leaving it

much or often as a human would. However, Marco has no sense of what is considered hot or cold. He can’t tell the difference between temperatures as everything feels

fact makes me wonder who he has had in this car before me. Who was important enough to sit in this seat and, most importantly, to