Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

“What the fuck!” I yell, stomping over to the fence line, only to see the digger smash straight through it to start pulling down the other side. I jump back, and the women are also forced to move away as he starts demolishing it when I spot the foreman standing on the other side of the now broken fence line, looking over plans on the hood of his truck with another man.

Stepping over the broken wire fence, I march over to him, furious. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? This is private property!” I yell at the two men only to notice more machinery filling the paddocks surrounding the property. The foreman turns around, clutching his hard hat before it falls off; he had spun around that quickly.

“What is all this?” I motion toward the construction site being. cleared as the trucks moving in with demountable buildings on the back of the flatbeds mow tracks into the paddock.

“New subdivision, ma’am.” the man says, and I growl, turning to glare at him.

“A new what?”

“The land was purchased a few months back. We are the company assigned!” he says, and I look back at the house and our ruined

garage.

“Then what the fuck are you doing pulling down my sheds!” I snarl at him, and he snatches the plans off the hood of his truck.

“That fence line does not belong to you. That shed is part of this land right up until the back clothesline,” he says, pointing out the boundary. I snatch the plans from him, glancing at them but not really understanding what I’m looking at.

work to

line, you don’t.

yard!”

even my mother comes rushing out to help, yet the man is adamant that he has permission to rip it down and that multiple letters were sent out warning about the construction going on when a loud boom echo’s around us. The foreman shrieks and ducks while I jump, the sound scaring the

shoots at the tires of the diggers before turning the gun toward us. Mom and I rush out of her way when she shoots out the windows of

toward the foreman and shoots at the truck again. She hits the side of the car the man is forced to jump back. He turns on us, and Marco races over, snatching the gun from

in his face. His head whips backward, and he clutches his nose, only for Marco

at him, baring his fangs. His eyes flick to

takes off her slipper and belts him in the head a few times while she screams at him about ruining her garage. The man shields his head from her blows, his nose bleeding, and the digger driver has stopped to witness his boss receive

going on!” Marco says, looking back at the destruction they

I glance at the foreman watching as he cracks

council.” Marco tilts his

car and retrieves it before running back to

Marco tells him. “No, we have council permission and have already been

Pack it up, or you deal with them!” Marco snarls, pointing to the slight incline heading back to the house. I look back at the house to see the women with pitchforks

at the hill, and the foreman gulps when I notice Eli cursing and dialing on his phone