Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 37
Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 37 – Elena POV
The sound of the door creaking open alerted me to someone entering my room. Rolling over, I blearily
looked over at the door, only to lurch upright when I saw Axton enter my room. Only he moved
differently and stopped in the center of the room when he saw me sit up. I rub my eyes, wondering why
he was in here. He was standing at the edge of the bed when I opened them again, I shullie back when
my cyes meet he to find them pitch ck, and I knew he wasn’t the one in control. I thought something
was up when he walked in because his movement appeared forced “Lexa!” I hiss at her, forcing her
awake. “Get your furry a*s up and deal with his creepy a*s wolf,” Lexa mumbles incoherently.
What did he want, and why the heck was he standing there staring like some creep? Lexa mumbles,
pushing the veil that separates us away and peering out of my eyes. “What the fuck!” I had to fight the
urge not to roll my eyes.
“No sh*t,” I tell her “Why is he just standing there? Has he said anything?”. she asks me, and I blink up
at the behemoth of a wolf wearing and inhibiting my mate’s body as if he owns it. I was about to try to
speak with him when Lexa shoves forward abruptly, taking control of my body, and my face mes at
what spurts out of my lips.
“Yo, you know we can see you? Just because you’re standing still doesn’t mean you’re invisible!” she
snaps at him. Axton’s head turns before raucousughter leaves him that has me leaning back. “He
ain’t the full quid. He is one of those special wolves, the crazed ones that spent too much time in his
owner’s skin suit,” Lexa whispers as I move across the bed when he steps closer.
“I was trying not to scare you,” He says. His voice was so much deeper than Axton’s, gravelly as he
came to sit on the edge of the bed. I lean away from him as the bed dips.
“I won’t hurt you; I am not Axton,” he says, and I chew the inside of my lip, reying his words, and I
could feel Lexa doing the same.
“Does Axton want to burt me?” I ask him, and his eyes widen, “Wait, I worded that wrong. He is an
idiot,” he growls, but he still doesn’t answer my question,
“I won’t let him hurt you,” he finally offers, but that did not reassure me if the intent was there. He
nces at the clock on the bedside table, and so do I finding it nearing midnight.
“You can go to sleep if you want. I will just watch you.” i had a funny feeling I wouldn’t be able to sleep
soundly, knowing he was going to be watching me.
“Shouldn’t you maybe go to sleep, too?” I ask him.
“Nah, Axton sleeps enough for both of us,” he answers.
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“Not the full quid,” Lexa mumbles.
“You can sleep, I will watch the wolf in the meat suit,” Lexa tells me. “Can you make him leave, like
can’t you do something? He’s your mate, too,” I tell her “Do what in this body of yours,” she growls at
me, “I don’t know, wolfy sh*t,” 1 offer. Lexa hulls, her frustration evident along with her snarky
personality.
“And what does that mean?”
“And you call him unhinged. What do you think it means? Force him out, growl or something?”
“Why don’t I offer your a*s for him to sniff since you seem to think I am some barbaric animal!” she
retorts.
“What?”
“Well, that is what normal wolves do. You are the one thinking I have to control him because it’s his
wolf. We are the same person, Elena, just on different sides of the same coin!” Lexa snaps at me, and I
roll my eyes at her. “You know what I mean.”
“I don’t think I do,” she huffs, wandering off to the back of my mind. “Lexa!” I hiss at her, but she
abandons me. Focusing back on Axton, I blink at him.
“What is your name again?”
“Khan and the skin suit belong’s to Axton.” Okay then, I never would have guessed with its remarkable
simrities.
“Your wolf, what’s her name?” he asks, watching me curiously. Silly wolf thinks she can ditch me. I will
show her.
“Ah, her name is Fefe.”
“Fefe? Sounds like a dog’s name,” Khan says, trying out her name. He looks at me, staring at him
before he gasps. “No, it’s a good name, sound name, suits… you?” I try not to snort while blocking her
out so she can’t listen in.
“Well, nice to meet you, Elena, and Fefe,” he says, though I could tell he thought the name was as
ridiculous as it sounded
Khan doesn’t leave, but eventually, I can’t fight sleep anymore and pass out while hoping he doesn’t kill
me in his sleep. However, I slept well. Instead of fear and restlessness, I slept all the way through. His
scent was soothing. However, when I woke up, he was gone, and for a few seconds, I wondered if I
had dreamed of the bizarre interaction. If it wasn’t for his lingering scent and Lexa confirming he was, in
fact here, I might have convinced myself I did dream it.
After showering and getting dressed, I found this ce rather boring. I tried to leave to take a look
around but found the door locked from the outside, which made me wonder what would happen in the
case of a fire. I didn’t like being confined. Lexa kept telling me he probably doesn’t trust us, but it didn’t
make the nervousness disappear or stop the walls from feeling like they were drawing closer.
I even tried the house phone to see if I could ring my mother, or maybe Alisha’s parents, to get the
funeral arrangements, yet as I picked it up, I found he had cut the cord that goes into the wall. Sighing,
I set it down. We couldn’t even call for help. We had no pack link and were once again trapped. Lexa
tried to remind me it was better than being at Jake’s, yet the confinement I found was much the same.
We spent most of the day cleaning and cooking. After we noticed his dinner was gone from the
microwave. We counted it as a win as we rifled through the cupboards for what to make for him tonight.
We decided to cook a roast and even made a cheesecake for dessert. Setting the table, I heard the
door open and heard himugh as he stepped inside the door taking his jacket off. A feminineugh
reaches my ears, and I stand up from setting the table and look over at him.
“Mm, something smells nice in here,” the woman says, stepping in, and Axton stiffens, turning his head
toward the dining area and looking at me as a woman with long caramel-colored hair steps in, looking
around. She startles as do I see her step into the ce. Lexa came forward to see what had startled
me.
“Oh, sorry,” she murmurs, dipping her head to me when Axton drops his hand on her lower back. “Pay
her no mind. She is just the help,” he says, and I stare at him before looking down at the table I was
setting. “Did he just…” Lexa couldn’t bring herself to say it, but I knew what she (BIRULIWA meant; her
words weren’t needed as I watched him walk the woman down the back of the apartment where his
room was.
Fighting back tears, I continued setting the table, yet they didn’t emerge from the room even after I
finished eating. I waited and even made an extra te, not wanting to be rude and eat in front of her,
while Lexa snapped and snarted at me about encouraging lum to have a mistress I tried to remind her
we were basically a surrogate at this point and a live-in maid because he rejected us back She didn’t
want to hear it, instead once again leaving me alone to deal with our new reality It was beginning to
be quite lonely, I leave the table set only cling wrapping their food as I clean up my dishes and the
mess I made in the kitchen. Once finished, I make my way back to my room; I was kind of hoping he
wasn’t in there and they were somewhere else, yet as I passed I could hear her bubblyughter as they
spoke, which really made it hit home at who she was to him.
My stomach sank as I pushed the door open before closing it gently. I suddenly felt homesick. I wanted
to go home, yet I wasn’t sure where that was anymore. It certainly wasn’t here or with my parents, but I
long for the feeling of what home was meant to represent because home was meant to feel safe,
whole, and loved. Yet now, thinking about it, thest three ces I called home never were, which left
me with nothing and no one, and being here, I was beginning to realize it was something I never had to
begin with..
I longed for something more, something that was mine and now I knew I would never have that, at least
not under this roof. The only thing I could say was mine at this point were my babies, and I knew that
was only going to be for as long as I carried them. If he was this controlling now, how much worse
would it get once they were here?