Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 76

Elena POV

“Elena! Elena!” Axton’s voice yells through the mind-link, waking me. I blink, my head pounding to its own beat. My vision even feels like it’s pulsating, and my ears are ringing.

“Come on, baby. Stay with me,” I try to focus on his voice. Try forcing myself to stay awake.

”

“I can feel you. We’re on our way.”

Stay with me, babe,” Axton tells me, and my head rolls on my shoulder when someone grips my hair, jerking my head back, and I come face to face with Alpha Cane. Alpha Cane is a Strigoi. However, he looks vastly different. The whites of his eyes are blood red, while his dilated pupils are pale yellow. His skin is pale, and his face is gaunt.

He looks nothing like the man that I’ve come to know. It’s hard to wrap my head around that they’re the same person. This man resembles a monster you’d see in your nightmares, not in the waking world. His body is thin and wiry, but I know not to underestimate him because of his size. Strigoi are powerful and strong. His long fingernails are sharp against my cheeks, and his teeth are sharp and jagged. He moves with supernatural speed as he glances over his shoulder, sending a chill down my spine.

It takes a few moments for my memory of what happened to return.

I groan, the slightest tap worsening the pounding

back, and I dazedly look around to find I’m tied to a chair. It smells rancid down here, and it only takes me a few seconds to learn why. I’m in the tunnels under the city.

were dark and damp, the smell of mildew and sewage filling the air. Along one wall were TV screens connected to surveillance cameras located throughout the city, allowing Cane to easily watch over the entire place. It is clear that Cane had set up a base of some sort in the tunnels, with a few chairs and tables scattered around. The flickering of the TV screens cast eerie shadows across the walls. Cane paces, clutching his hair like a madman, muttering to himself.

done? What have I done? Axton will lose his mind when he

be this way. I never asked for this!” he growls, spinning to look at

“You, this is your fault. You had to snoop. Why couldn’t you let things be!” he growls when I hear another voice.

in a bad way. Blood covers him. He has huge slashes across his chest. Blood is matted in his hair. His face is twisted in pain, and his breathing is labored. Eyes wide and fearful, and he is clearly in shock. His clothing is torn, and his body is trembling,

to himself. I stare at Soyer, who looks half dead, his wounds

feet, and my eyes widen when I notice his

tell.

hair, ripping her onto her knees. She cries out, and Soyer tries to shift in his restraints but, too badly

his head, looking at Soyer, and smiles the most

his mate’s body and neck. She screams, and Soyer roars,

and I peer around frantically. Trying to get