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

the seats. He doesn’t seem to mind as he coos at his nephews while clicking in his seatbelt. My mother

filling it with more junk,” I tell her as she

leave the place clean,” she

to go out there Thursday,” I

was one of those people you take on holidays, and 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

the house, Luke helps me drag the bouncers and playpen inside to set the boys up while we get to work. Checking each room is empty while my mother frantically cleans every inch of the house. Heaven forbid

the box by the front door before stopping to drink some

he believed the pack was safest

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

this is news

“What?”

That is why Stiles wanted to give you

brows furrow, and I can tell she

never put it in my name; I sent it off for it to be placed in your name. Your father

signed those papers?”

he was worried about what would happen to the pack, so he offered to help me forge the documents, kept them sealed from the other council members, or tried to, but somehow he found out. So I rejected him, and well, all hell broke loose,” she sighs, glancing toward the living room to look at Luke. She smiles sadly, and I can see talking about

papers.

the stove top; who would have thought three measly stairs on the porch could make your legs burn so badly? I’ve trudged up them that much this morning. I’m surprised

start rummaging for the