Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 41

Marco grips the steering wheel tightly and growls. “Find him. Put every available resource we have into looking for him!” Marco snaps.

“Yes, Sir. I’m already on it. We’ll find him.” Officer Flint tries to reassure us, but one thing about Derrick is that he is resourceful. He isn’t someone easy to find or capture, especially if the dickhead is on a mission. And so it seems that he’s on one right now, and I know anything he is up to will only cause a headache for Elena and me.

“Marco, that is not all, though. The officers have their throats ripped out, and their bodies appear to be drained of blood.” My brows furrow and I look at Marco.

“They are drained of blood?” Marco questions.

“Yes, Sir. It appears we now know who the Strigoi is.” Officer Flint states, but that makes absolutely no sense because if he were the Strigoi, Elena would not have stood a chance against him during the challenge. Marco seems to think the same thing because he asks the very question I am thinking.

“Who knew Derrick was being moved?” The question leaves his lips in a tone so calm that it sounds ice cold. I have a feeling he’s boiling inside, ready to jump out of the car and go after Derrick himself, but something’s clearly holding him back. No doubt his need to do his job and return me to the city before he can go hunting for Derrick.

Officer Flint remains silent for a moment and hums. “Only those in the office and a few trusted border patrols from Alpha Axton’s pack.”

“No one else?” Marco questions.

Officer, Flint falls quiet for a second, and we hear the shuffling of

log book, Trent!” Officer Flint snaps

logbook ready, and I want

the border. We’ll meet you at the station.” Marco says, hanging up the phone before

still on patrol with a few of mine and Alpha

Can’t you see the Council Emblem!” Maroc snaps, and the man jumps

isn’t there because of who Marco is but because his fangs are protruding past his lips, and he looks furious. In fact, right

you alright?” I ask him, and he looks

I want to get

point to my mouth. His tongue darts

in a few days, which explains my short temper. Sondra even clipped me about it before we

station? They might think you’re a

Dividing into pages now

But I know seeing him like this will freak a few people out, given what has been happening recently. We don’t need people

I tell him, and

I growl at him before looking around his

to extend and then bring my hand to my lips to bite the side of it. I fist my hand to allow my blood to drain into the cup. As soon as the cup is finally full, I let my hand heal and place the lid back on it. If not for the fact that it’s filled with my blood, someone might mistake it for a fresh cup of coffee.