Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 61

The next week passes in a daze, one I wish stayed forgotten. Marco hasn’t spoken, just sat in her room for the entire time, only leaving for her funeral. Axton and I have tried to get him to leave, knowing he needs blood but nothing we do seems to work. Yet as each day passes he slips further into psychosis, induced by his insatiable hunger. After the second day when we realized he hadn’t fed since four days before Sondra’s death, Axton having counted the blood bags in the basement, he forbid me going into the room by myself.

Which is hard because one thing I know is Sondra wouldn’t want us

moping, life goes on, and things need to be taken care of. So, for the past two days. I have done nothing but organize housing and work details for our move to the city. Axton today is dealing with neverending strigoi attacks, his absence from the city really amped up the attacks, so much so Osiris having taken over for a mere week, rang him begging him to come back to help since the city has been in a panic state since the first one, on the night of Sondra’s death..

We couldn’t seem to catch a break and even the boys are teething so it’s been a never-ending clusterfluck. Having finished packing up the kitchen I walk to the closet to start that task next. Most of the pack was already in the city, the trucks having picked up the women’s belongings yesterday, so there is only the main packhouse left to move. My mother and Luke are moving into the penthouse apartment Axton owns. So today we are planning to pack what’s left of the pack house for the truck arriving

tomorrow.

Reaching the top shelf, Axton’s arms wrap around me from behind as I pull down the box from the top cupboard in the huge linen closet. “I need to head into the city,” he whispers, dropping his head onto my shoulder.

“How long? I can meet you at the packhouse tonight, mom and I should be done here by this afternoon hopefully,” I tell him and he nods and then sighs.

“Has he come out?” Axton asks me, and I shake my head peering down

the hall toward Sondra’s room. None of us have touched her room. Most of Sondra’s belongings we have put in storage for Marco to go through when he’s ready, despite him claiming he wants nothing.

Axton exhales kissing my cheek then wandering down the hall toward her room. “I put the boys in their bouncers downstairs. Luke is watching them while your mother brings some boxes up from the basement,” he tells me as I follow him. Axton stops at the door and knocks, but like usual Marco doesn’t answer so he pushes the door open. Marco is still sitting in her rocking chair, staring at her bed, his fingers steepled under his chin, with a dark expression on his face.

“Marco?” Axton calls out while stepping into the room. Axton moves cautiously, stepping in front of him.

“Get up, Marco.” Marco says nothing, but leans back in the chair, watching Axton.

“I could have changed her,” he mumbles. His voice rather raspy after so long of barely speaking.

“Sondra didn’t want that,” Axton reminds him.

Marco rocks back and forth in her chair and nods. “No, she didn’t. Maybe if I convinced her when she was younger she may have taken the offer, but I was too late. We were always too late. Fighting against time, looking for the perfect opportunity which never came and when it did, she was too old to take it. She believed she was a burden to me.” Marco says, looking

over at me.

too late at telling her I love her. Always so focused on work, waiting for an opportunity that never came. I missed my opportunity to save

wonder if he has slept at all, or if he has just been lost in his own

carry, the burden of time. Time I thought

are you wasting more of it by sitting here?” Axton asks

and now I have no reason to keep fighting; I

I did, it killed

here, she would be beating it back into its box. So instead of wasting more of this never-ending time you have, why don’t you come do something productive with me, like save the pack that Sondra worked so hard to build from being eaten

show sides of him he usually kept hidden. He wasn’t even trying to hide his fangs, usually he did, mostly he tried to keep what

seem to care.

Axton. Your scent is enticing enough. If I step out there, I may just kill somebody. Sondra would be furious if I killed somebody, especially one of her own.” Marco tells him, only as he speaks the words do I realize why he is in here. Lost in his own thoughts, he ignored instinct for far too long, leaving him trapped and making him ravenous. The only safety was

look bad? Damn, Marco, I swear you just like the damn taste of me. Blood bags not doing enough for you these days, you have a

stare at him, wondering what he is doing before looking at Marco. Axton shrugs off his jacket, tossing it on Sondra’s

unbuttoning his white button down shirt. He hands it to me and I hesitantly step into the room, only for Marco to move with speed I miss. Axton’s threatening growl sends shivers down my spine when Marco moves with a blood crazed gleam in his eyes. Axton cutting off his path toward me as if he expected it. Marco shakes his head, staggering back

mark your chest with a stake,” Axton growls, while Marco shakes

the room. Shut the door behind you, please.” Axton says calmly, holding his shirt out to me. I glance at Marco the Axton who stands chest to chest with Marco. My hands shake as

worry for my mate. Reluctantly, I shut the door. The moment I close the door

hear that Axton

s voice.

out of me? I’m not a damn steak, you damn cannibal,” he scolds. Exhaling in relief, I open the door to find Marco pressed to the floor, Axton straddling him naked, having shifted back. He has a huge bite mark on his shoulder, ribs and even his shoulder blade. Blood cascades over his chest and back and I near faint at the sight of him. Axton looks like he had a blood-bath, puncture wounds

the same state, Khan having torn him to pieces. The room is nearly completely upturned, and stuffing from the mattress

snow.

touching my damn leg!”

guess we’re even!” Axton retorts. I clear my throat and

Marco wipes his mouth with his thumb,

few love bites, nothing sordid, just a drive-thru snack, nothing

I don’t know how I feel about that,”