Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 34


    Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 34


    Elena POV


    I had been in and out of consciousness for hours, finally able to sleep. I hadn‘t realized how little I had


    while staying with Jake. Yet I was beginning to believe safety and stability were a mythical concept as I


    woke up to Doc jamming a needle in my arm. My eyes fluttered open at the sound of Axton‘s voice, that


    painful reminder of him rejecting me back only now made me realize my connection to him was


    severed.


    How I hadn‘t noticed, or it slipped my mind that the bond wasn‘t fully broken until he broke it, was


    beyond me. Now to match the pain in my back, I found a void in my chest, a coldness and sinking


    feeling to go along with it. It felt like dread, like someone had removed a limb, and I was now having to


    learn to live without it.


    Lexa had fallen quiet. She reveled in the sound of his voice despite the broken bond, and reveled in the


    safety he could offer. Yet some part of me knew I wasn‘t safe here, either. And his following words


    proved it.


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    “I don‘t care about her. I just want to know if my twins are okay?” he asks, and I look at Doc; his eyes


    flick down to me before moving behind me, which makes me turn my head to find Axton on the other


    side of me while Doc draws blood. Axton nces down at me, his face expressionless before he looks


    at Doc again.


    “Ring me when you get the results back,” he says before walking out. We watch him leave and Doc


    sighs heavily.


    “Quite the mess you made there, Luna,” Doc murmurs as he slides the needle from my skin and ces


    a cotton ball over it. He offers nothing else in the way of exnation but after a few seconds, removes


    the cotton ball and takes his vials, moving toward the door.


    “Doc?” I ask him, and he stops, turning back and looking at me.


    “Are my babies okay?” I ask him, sitting up.


    “Yes, the Alpha‘s babies are okay,” he tells me, walking out and shutting the door. My brows scrunch


    together at his wording. The Alpha‘s babies? Sure, he helped make them, but I am the one carrying


    them, the Alpha‘s, not ours for some reason my mind hyper focused on that, some unsettling feeling


    washed over me and I couldn‘t exin why it bothered me so much.


    Looking down, I am in a blue hospital gown, and I vaguely wondered who changed me, not that it


    mattered I was safe here. I kept reminding myself and any form of clothing I was grateful for. Nothing


    more degrading than being forced naked when I wished for nothing more than a scrap of cloth to give


    yourself some form of privacy.


    Standing up, I wander toward the door and grip the handle, wanting to find Axton and see what is going


    on. And if he had spoken to Alisha‘s parents. I was also hungry, absolutely ravenous as my stomach


    growled, yet as I gripped the door, I found it was locked. I try it again, thinking it must be some kind of


    mistake or the door was jammed, yet twisting it again, it doesn‘t budge. I even try yanking on it, still it


    does not open.


    Lexa wanders forward, examining the door and then the room with me. Why am I locked in here? “He


    probably thinks we will run,” Lexa tells me, yet she felt oddly numb with her words in my head. Void of


    emotion behind her words. I knock on the door, wondering if anyone is on the other side, before giving


    up when I get no answer.


    There is a bathroom off to the side, and I wander in wanting to shower, wanting to feel some


    semnce of normal, but what is normal now? I hoped the void and sinking feeling that kept


    overwhelming me wasn‘t my –new version of normal because not even the heat from the shower that


    turned my skin pink could warm the coldness seeping into me. Yet as I emerge out the door into the


    hospital room, I find Axton sitting on a chair beside the bed. He motions toward the clothes neatly


    folded on the bed.


    “Thanks,” I tell him, quickly snatching them up and darting back into the bathroom. I slip the jeans on


    and the cashmere sweater beforeing back out to find him near the door.


    “I‘ll show you around,” he says, simply opening the door and walking out. I made haste to follow him,


    wanting out of the confinement of the small space that felt like the walls were drawing closer with each


    second. He led me through this ce, which I found was some sort of apartmentplex. He took me


    to the highest floor, which I knew was the penthouse apartment. Thank god for the lifts because we


    were around twenty stories high as I nced out the floor–to–ceiling windows. From up here, we could


    see the entire city, all the pack territories, and even my old


    pack.


    “Elena!” Axton calls, stopping me from taking in the breathtaking view of the city. Peering over my


    shoulder, he nods toward the hallway beside the oversized kitchen with its stainless steel appliances


    and marble countertops. This ce resembled something out of a magazine. It didn‘t look lived in,


    everything too clean and nothing out of order.


    Axton led me to a bedroom and pushed the door open. This room was vastly different from the other


    parts of the ce, bare even. It contained a bed and one bedside table. “You can sleep in here, there


    are clothes in the walk–in closet, and the bathroom is the door beside it.” Axton tells me as I take in the


    room