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.

slapping my face. I groan, the slightest tap worsening the pounding in my head. “Is she alright?” I hear a

to find I’m tied to a chair. It smells rancid down here, and

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,

I done? What have I done? Axton

never asked for this!” he growls, spinning to look

me. “You, this is your fault. You had to snoop. Why couldn’t you

her go. We can still fix this. We can get you help….” comes another voice making me turn my head to see Soyer. He is also tied to a chair, and he is in a bad way. Blood covers him. He has huge slashes across his chest.

back and forth, talking to himself. I stare at Soyer, who looks half dead, his wounds too extensive as his wolf tries to

sends my eyes down at Soyer’s feet, and my eyes widen when I notice his

She won’t tell. SHE WON’T

knees. She cries out, and Soyer tries to shift in his restraints but, too badly injured, his body stops.

turns his head,

I notice the multiple bite marks covering his mate’s body and neck. She screams, and Soyer roars, thrashing so much in his seat it tips over. Tears stream down my face, and I

peer around frantically. Trying to get my foggy mind to