Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 70

Even when her brother breaks down and sobs, Elena remains standing tall and dignified. Her hand grasps his shoulder as she tugs him closer. She turns, leading him to his seat. Elena’s face is expressionless. Her face is a mask of stoicism as she kept her emotions in check. Despite the tears threatening to spill, her jaw is set in determination, and her gaze is distant, as if she is looking far away from the present moment.

I know what she is doing. She is placing her own emotions on the back burner in order to remain present for her family and pack. She remains composed and gives her brother the support he needs at this time while neglecting that she needs it herself.

It is almost impossible to believe that it has already been a week since the explosion. As I look around the room filling with our packs and friends, the sadness of who everyone has lost begins to sink in a little deeper. Even though they’re gone, their memory lives on in all our hearts–a reminder of what Louise had done for her children. Even in death, she still managed to bless us with her love, leaving behind her daughter and my son, whom I will cherish forever.

I take a deep breath and try my best to compose myself as more family and friends arrive. Everyone is quiet in reflection as they embrace Elena, offering their condolences.

Just like the past week, she slips effortlessly into a facade of being okay, when I know she is anything but. I notice how her hands shake, and how she tries her best to steady them when someone speaks, telling those present to switch their phones off and take a seat or stand where they’re out of the way in aisles.

The service begins, and I can feel my heart break as I watch Elena struggle with her emotions. There is no doubt that this loss has changed our lives forever

I step forward and wrap my arms around her in a tight embrace, feeling the tremors of emotion that ripple through her body as the last of our guests enter

Louise sacrificed her life to save her kids and grandkids And lastly, Derrick, who caused a mix of emotions amongst everyone by the looks on their faces, yet no one stood up and gave a speech for him when the woman waits with the microphone in her

glance at Luke. No one rises to give a eulogy for Derrick, and I know Elena didn’t have one planned, so I am surprised when once again Elena rises. Murmurs break out as they wait for her anger or heartache, but Elena is a pillar

my father for his actions, condemn him for being a terrible Alpha. But I can’t do that and I won’t. Despite his flaws, he was still my dad. So I won’t speak of his mistakes because we’ve all made those. We just haven’t carried them to our graves yet, we still have time to redeem ourselves for our failures. He wasn’t given

head beside me, staring at his sister, waiting to hear what she has to say. Leaning over a little I squeeze his

the Alpha’s daughter came with great responsibility, but it also came with great pride. The love and care he showed us can

eyes of some, but in mine. He’ll always be the man I grew up believing was bigger than

made sure I understood our pack laws, our rituals,

and although his character has not, as of recently, been painted in a good light, he’ll always be an Alpha, that is a

about all their memories together with

and offer her a small smile; she nods once and after the coffins are walked out, I take Elena’s hand as we walk out of the funeral home with Luke when I spot Michelle

asks Michelle and

wave of her hand, and Michelle reluctantly looks beneath the stroller, pulling out some folders. I peer over