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

movement. “Get me the log book, Trent!” Officer Flint snaps at another

Just have that logbook

at

few of mine and Alpha Thomas‘ warriors. Marco rolls down his window when one

you fucking blind? Can’t you see the Council Emblem!” Maroc snaps, and the

and winds the window up. The boom gates lift, letting us pass, and I smirk at the man’s frightened face, only to realize why he freaked out. The fear isn’t there because of who Marco is but because his fangs are protruding past his lips, and he looks furious. In fact,

you alright?” I ask him, and he looks

damn slow. I want to get back to Sondra, but it

my mouth. His tongue darts out, running across

explains my short temper. Sondra

They might think you’re a Strigoi.” I

Dividing into pages now

states, uncaring. But I know seeing him like this will freak a few people out, given what has been happening

tell him, and he

blood,” I growl at him before looking around his car and finding a styrofoam coffee

lips to bite the side of it. I fist my hand to allow my blood to drain into the cup. As soon as