Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 82

Axton POV

Adrenaline surges through my veins as we get knocked aside with a heavy punch. Elena makes a run for it as chaos erupts. Cane moves with lightning speed, delivering a side harp kick that sends us flying toward the counter. I’m forced to dodge falling objects as my heart races in my chest, and we’re forced to shift back.

Cane grabs the back of my neck before I even have a chance to get up, slamming my face into the concrete once, twice. However, I am ripped back the third time when Cane is hit. Lifting my gaze, I see Osiris with the crowbar. Breathless, he staggers, catching himself on the wall. The crowbar slips from his fingers, and I reach out to grab it and spin around to use it. Cane shakes his head, black blood streaming down the side of his face, and he growls, revealing his sharp jagged teeth.

Clambering to my feet, I see two of him, and my vision doubles. His face twists, and he swings at me, his claws raking down my chest. I see the blow too late, only being able to step back. Blood spews from my chest when I trip over Osiris behind me, landing on my ass. My head bounces off the cement floor, and I stare dazedly at the concrete ceiling, the blue fluorescent light flickering when Cane steps over me.

Running can just be heard in the distance, shouting, and Cane looks in the direction the voices are coming from before sneering and glaring back down at me.

“Give up, Cane. There is no escape from this. The place is surrounded,” I rasp out between pained breaths.

“You’re right, there’s not, but if there is no escape for me, then there is no escape for you either.” Cane sneers, reaching for me when I hear slow clapping. Cane pauses, lifts his head, and I turn my head to see Marco strolling into the tunnel like he is merely taking a walk in the park. Pack

members rush up behind him when Marco raises his hand, forcing them to halt.

“Wait, this tunnel is barely three meters wide. What do you think this is, a game of Tetris? Twister?” Marco snarls as my warriors stop behind him. Cane growls, rising to his feet, his claws slipping from his fingertips as he stares down his new opponent.

“Seriously! Look at the size of him and me. This isn’t the human

centipede. Nobody needs to be tasting nobody’s ass today. So back it up a little and give me some room to work with-” Marco looks at Cane and makes a funny face. Cane steps over me with a growl escaping him as he moves to face Marco.

days.” Marco comments with a smirk. “They prefer vamps that glitter and fart fairy dust.” Cane did not appreciate the jab and growls back at him. Marco steps closer,, seemingly unfazed, which makes me concerned because Cane has done nothing but rag-doll us down here. But then

the sunlight or just go

crawled out of a crypt,” Marco teases cheekily. I blink at him, wondering what he is doing… Marco places his hands in the air in mock

don’t take this the wrong way. I’m sure you have no trouble with the ladies, but just a little advice. Most like their vamps with a touch less deathly pallor, but who knows, maybe

in the world is

to figure out why he is

Osiris helping Soyer get his mate out of the way, who’s been trampled; god knows how many times. Marco is merely

distraction, biding them time.

fury, and he growls menacingly. “You think you’re funny, Marco? Let’s see if your jokes provide enough entertainment while

up.”

Soyer and help him stand, it’s an all-out war. My men rush in to grab his mate and Osiris. When Marco is kicked, his body flies past me and into the concrete wall cracking it under the force. I gasp, waiting for him to fall, but Marco lands on his feet. He growls, his eyes blazing as he runs at Cane, both clashing violently, and Soyer and

soon

grotesque when Marco sinks his claws through the bottom of Cane’s mouth and then twists sharply, ripping his bottom jaw off. Cane screams and thrashes, bucking in his hold while Marco

at two pack members. “Burn it, barbeque. Just don’t eat it,” he says, rising and

knees. He looks over

comes running toward us. Osiris stumbles over to me when some pack

before coughing. Blood sprays across my hand, and I wipe my mouth, shaking the

of his blood, his fingers dripping off it as he rises to his feet. We stop, and Marco taps the TV screen. “Where is

he mumbles, and I continue half-dragging Soyer when I

of my pack members starts screaming out. “Alpha! Alpha!” I see it’s Slater when he barges