Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Elena POV

Axton and I spent the night watching movies. Or I did because he fell asleep about twenty minutes in, and I have been listening to him snore quietly ever since. Flipping my pillow over, I try to get comfy. However, my mind is on what Marco had said earlier about us being under suspicion for my parents’ murder when in fact, it was a murder-suicide. One done out of my mother’s love for us, but I now wonder if it was also to put herself out of her own misery of living with a broken mate bond. I couldn’t imagine that torture.

My mind didn’t want to switch off, conjuring up every scenario from the past couple of days, how rapidly our lives have changed. I can’t remember how we got here. How did our lives get to this point? It seems more like I am thinking of someone else’s memories, not mine. Or maybe I am still in shock and grief that is making me feel like an outsider in my own life. I wanted to find a way to make sense of the chaos, but it felt like I was grasping at straws. I felt like I had been living in a parallel universe with no control over my life. I just wanted to go back to the way things were. The way things were when our lives weren’t so broken. So once again, in the dead of night, sleep eludes me.

My mind keeps churning, working in overdrive, and my body refuses to rest. I can’t shake the feeling of restlessness that has kept me awake, and I know I need to find something to occupy myself.

My mind fixates on the files Marco had left for me at the council chambers. It is almost as if they hold the answers to all of our problems, and I need to find a way to access them. I know I won’t be able to rest until I have those files. As I sit up in bed, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, I know I need to go get them.

So, I slipped out of bed, being extra mindful not to wake Axton, who always seemed to have a way of sensing when I was up to something.

The only problem was they were sitting untouched in my filing box. at the council chambers. So, with a sense of guilt, I get dressed as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake Axton. He stirs but rolls over, blissfully unaware of my escape. I tiptoe to the closet and grab some clothes. I grab a pair of dark jeans, a black sweater, and a pair of black sneakers. Glancing over my shoulder toward the bed, I quickly dress and grab my keys from the bedside table before heading out the door.

Guilt washes over me as I snuck out of the house, but my need for answers outweighed everything else. The night air is cool and crisp as I step out of the house, the moon casting its pale light over the world around me, and I gently pull the door closed and rush to my car. Putting the car in neutral, I let the car roll down the driveway and onto the street. With one last parting glance at the house, I start the car. He won’t even realize I left, and it is like a ten-minute

drive.

streetlight. I can feel the tension in the air, and I feel a chill run down my spine as I drive. The streets are coated in a thick layer of fog. I can barely see the white lines on the

is unnerving, making my senses on high alert as I near my

freaking out for nothing,” Lexa reminds me, and I exhale, having forgotten all about the city being on lockdown during the

for the city, but my curiosity got the best

and Lexa grumbles in my head, but it saves me from unlocking them. Upon pulling into the parking lot, I find it deserted. No cars in sight. I switch the car off and reach into my handbag, which I left in the car. I rummage

eerie. The only sound is the occasional wind gust through the deserted parking lot. The darkness of the night is only broken by the pale moonlight. The fog seems to add to the sense of dread as I look up at the huge building cast in shadow by the skyscrapers surrounding it. As I approach the council chambers, the shadows in the windows seem to come alive. I know it is just my paranoia, and Lexa has a fun time

doors open. I rush inside to the alarms and flip open the box to turn the alarms off; however, when I look

but damn, this is just plain

and unlock them with my card. I push through the turnstiles and head toward

Rows of hardwired cabinets line this room. Each pack has its

where my filing cabinet and

are.

filing cabinet. I slide my card through the swipe code, and it turns green and opens the door for me to slide out and rummage through. I find the envelope sitting at the top and grab it out. Shutting it with my hip, the cabinet bings telling me it’s locked, and I wander to the desk to check everything

instantly reach for the lamp on the

darkness, and I move back to my handbag, cramming the file into it. I pull the strap over my hip when I notice the parking lot lights are still on. “Aren’t the city lights on a different grid?” Lexa asks. “Maybe,” I offer when I notice