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.

to do!” he snaps at me, and

you don’t. Get

yard!”

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

toward us. Mom and I

toward the foreman and shoots at the truck again. She hits the

crazy bitch!” the foreman screeches at Sondra, only to cop the butt of the gun in his face. His

his fangs. His eyes flick to me, and I raise an eyebrow at his use of the word mutt.

the head a few times

what is going on!” Marco says, looking

I glance at the foreman watching

Marco tilts his head to

retrieves it before running back to us. Marco snatches

up. This site no longer has the go-ahead!” Marco tells him. “No,

or you deal with them!” Marco snarls, pointing to the slight incline heading back to the house.

look up at the hill, and the foreman gulps when