Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 66

All night, it played on my mind. Even when I woke up, I suffered from the lingering effects of the dreams this knowledge caused. I had dreamt so many possible scenarios, my dreams plagued with nightmares of each one. I needed to figure out how everything links because I am positive there is a connection in some way.

Axton believes it doesn’t link with what is happening now, but I think it somehow does. Some incessant nagging voice in my head that for once wasn’t Lexa telling me we were missing something. Something vital. Just seems like too much of a coincidence that all alphas are linked to Stiles, whose missing. And those same alphas are out to stop Axton? And now

me…

Axton passes me a thermal cup full of steaming hot coffee. He had

meetings today and is debating whether to cancel them. My mother and I still have a fair bit of packing up to do, having not finished everything yet. We still had to drag out the last of Sondra’s stuff from her room that survived Marco from the other day, we would chuck everything in storage to be sorted later.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Axton asks me for the hundredth time. It’s almost like he believes I can’t survive without him holding my hand.

“Yes, it won’t take long. We’ll follow the truck back,” I tell him.

“If I finish early, I will come out and help,” he says, leaning inside the car and pecking my cheek while I start the car. I place my thermal cup in the cup holder while he pulls his jacket on. I watch him climb in his car before reversing and heading to the borderline to pick up my mother and

Luke.

This morning its particularly chilly; the rains coming, and a storm was brewing silently; I could feel it, that strange, bizarre instinct to take cover settling over me, and the faint scent of moisture in the air, the dampening smell lingering in the breeze.

watching Luke climb over the front seats

at his nephews while clicking in his seatbelt. My mother climbs in with a clothes

it with more junk,” I tell

to leave the

organized cleaners to go out there Thursday,” I

she brought a bag of cleaning products to clean the hotel room before we left. She used to be the same back home. The house would be spotless before the cleaner came,

to work. Checking each room is empty while

find my mother using the broom to sweep the cobwebs from the banisters. I set the box by the front door before stopping to drink some of my now lukewarm coffee. “Did Dad ever say anything about Elder Stiles to you?” Mom stops what she is doing and glances

was safest in my hands; I was trying to find something to use against

didn’t know Stiles was going to report dad?” she looks at

this is news

“What?”

Stiles and Dad were arguing. That is why Stiles wanted to give you the

I can tell she

I could send off the change of titles. I never put it in my name; I sent it off

papers?” mom

him, and well, all hell

papers.

porch could make your legs burn

shoulder as I start rummaging for the nappies I swore were left in the back pocket of