Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 62

Axton POV

Later that night.

Unlocking the penthouse apartment, I show Louise around. Luke races up the hall, but I can tell she is nervous about being back in the city.

“You know you and Luke can stay at home with me and Elena until you’ re comfortable?” I remind her. She peers around, forcing a smile onto her face.

“Don’t be silly, besides you and Elena need some time to yourselves, and some privacy.” Louise tells me.

Sighing, I start twisting the key off the key ring when I hear Luke sing out. “Can I have this room?” he calls to his mother and I glance down the hall, he is in Elena’s old room. I haven’t been here since the day after she left me the second time. Unable to stay here, her scent was on everything, though I had sent a cleaner to tidy the place.

“No, I change my mind, I want this one!” Luke sings out a second later wandering into my old room.

“Pick whichever one you want just not the main one, that’s your mother’ s,” I tell him and he huffs.

“But this one hasn’t got a bathroom.” he whines, wandering back to Elena’ s old room. I chuckle and so does Louise as I pass her the keys she’ll need. I also write down the security code.

“Fridge and pantry are stocked. I sent Eli out earlier, and-” I wander down the hall to show her the linen cupboard knowing they’ll need fresh bed linen and towels; the others are probably a little stale and dusty.

“Towels, linen. Phone is on, and packhouse number is beside it. Also the receptionist downstairs has all the pack numbers and you have the mindlink!” I tell her. She smiles and wanders to Elena’s old room and I see Luke sitting on the end of the bed opening an envelope.

“What have you got?” Louise asks him and I am about to wander down the hall when I hear her scold Luke.

“You don’t open other people’s mail.”

“It’s not other people’s mail, look it’s Elena’s handwriting,” Luke says and I stop. I glance back at the door.

I hear her sigh. Turning back to the room,

is addressed to you,” she says. I take it, turning it over and indeed it is

letter she said she left that we never found,” Khan tells me. I nod, putting it in my jacket

going to

I doubt it has anything good in

way out of the city, the truck arrives at the packhouse after midday,” I tell Louise

the bed!” she scolds. I chuckle, shaking

says and I stop at the front door. I give

and walking out, excited to get home to my

my mate.

jacket off, I toss it on the passenger seat but grab the envelope out. Turning it over, I read the front, recognizing her handwriting easily.

mate I

suck in a breath wondering what she wanted to say back then, yet I also wonder why the cleaning lady never mentioned

Axton

so don’t look for me, though I will find a way to contact you to let you know the boys arrived safe. I have picked out the names already, and one might surprise you. I wish it didn’t have to be this way,

friend, turned out to be a monster that will forever haunt me. But not as much as you will. You haunt me for a different reason though. Jake I never wanted. What he did I never asked for or wished for. I never loved Jake. What he did haunts me, his touch repulsed me, and sometimes I can still feel his hands, feel his fingers wrapping around my throat. Feel his breath on my

you were hurting me too. And you haunt me for a

prayed to the moon goddess that you would find us. That my father would. Anyone. But mostly you. I carry your sons, so I knew they’d be safest with you, I thought I

relief of seeing you walk through that door was so immense. Finally I could breathe… Only instead you stole my breath. You rejected me. I just wanted to touch you, know the nightmare I found myself in was over, know our boys were safe, that I was going home. I didn’t

you just became my next captor. I went from one cage

tormentor.

you wouldn’t have done the same? Stamped down and destroyed by one alpha, yet I was expected to run into the arms of another? Another alpha who decided it was okay to destroy me as long

enslave a blood bag, a toy, something for him to torment and play with. He played

didn’t just play with it. You broke it. Showed me how replaceable I am, showed me what it would be like to be loved by you, which is not the happily ever after I dreamt

in, but it turns out you were worse than them all. You were worse because when you found me; I thought I would