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 in my head.

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

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.

done? What have I done? Axton will lose

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

to snoop. Why couldn’t you let

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. 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, as if he is struggling to stay conscious.

Shut up. Shut up!” Cane shouts, pacing back and forth, talking to himself. I stare at Soyer, who looks half dead, his wounds too extensive

a groan, Soyer whimpers, and Cane stops his pacing. Turning quickly, it sends my eyes down at Soyer’s feet, and my eyes widen when I notice his mate lying on the ground. She groans again

Cane. She won’t tell. SHE

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

his head, looking at Soyer,

and neck. She screams, and Soyer roars, thrashing so much in

and I peer around frantically. Trying to get