Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 52

Feeling the bed move, my head snaps in her direction, and I swallow as she stirs, her eyes blinking open, and now I’m near. She can sense me so much stronger. Her ability to rec- ognize anything other than me in the room with her is com- pletely gone as primal instinct overrules her.

“In this state, she’ll mark us,” Khan reminds me, and you would think satisfaction would rush through me at his words, but only hesitation does instead. I didn’t want her mark by de- fault; I wanted her to give it to me because she felt I was wor- thy of her. Another thing she’ll be angry about when she comes to her senses.

Then there is also the issue of her being extremely fertile, and since I am her mate, it is almost guaranteed that I will knock her up. Just the thought of that makes my stomach twist; I can imagine her hatred, especially with the boys not even a year old. This is not how I imagined her first heat would be. Now I am second-guessing even touching her but also knowing I have no choice.

I guess, I just imagined we would be on good terms by now. That she would want me, but knowing she doesn’t is making this extremely difficult. Even as her lust-filled hazy eyes meet mine, doubt fills me. Am I taking advantage of her? That worries me most: would she wake up tomorrow and think I am just another Jake, another alpha a*shole taking something from her?

Elena purrs, her eyes turning glassy as her senses over- whelm her, and the moment her skin brushes mine, it is like fireworks have exploded on my skin as sparks rush every- where. A feral growl tears out of me, making me lose focus. If it weren’t for Khan in my head, reminding me to focus, I would have answered her calling. Khan is the only thing stopping me

from mating her, and I focus on his voice as she crawls into my lap.

lift my arms, allowing it but also not willing to touch her. Her mouth moves instantly to my skin as she sucks and licks my flesh. Her scent is intoxicating, and now she is awake; her heat is much more robust, and the desire to take her is much stronger, too. The intensity of it

forgive us. We can’t help it if

I don’t want her mark be- cause she is driven

also fighting his de- sires, and

it; I know she will,” I tell

my hands still in the air, as I try not to maul her. I hiss, feeling them slice down my skin and her claws sinking into my abs as she claws at my pants. I grit my teeth before

her teeth slice through my bicep, then her face moves to my neck. I drop my chin,

her to claim

face screws up at the thought of using

not be able to help her heat or her instincts, but I can at least

get her to mark me. But seeing how good we get along when we are both trying to make the bond work, I want it to go back to that place where she doesn’t hate

her, pinning her wrists to the bedhead. My hands shake terribly as I sit back on my heels between her legs, her body squirming as her heat rises and pain starts to c*ipple her at the loss