Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 90
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Stepping out of the bathroom, I wrap the towel around my waist and quickly strip the bed off. The boys
are quiet, and I can hear them babbling happily. Dumping the bed linen into the hamper, I look at the
mattress. It still looks like a small animal has been sacrificed.
“New mattress it is, then!” I breathe out.
“Just flip it over for now so she doesn’t notice!” Khan tells me and I sigh, doing as he says before
quickly ducking into the hall to grab fresh linen. I make the bed, worried if shees out she will go
back and hide in the bathroom. Once I am finished, I hear the shower cut off and move to the nursery.
Plucking the boys from their crib, I carry them back to the room and set them on the bed, and quickly
make bottles. Upon returning to the room from the nursery; I see Kyan is using his knees to push up,
and his head bulldozing as he squirms his way over to the edge. A very embarrassing feminine shriek
escapes me.
My heart races when I see his tiny body go careening over the edge, legs kicking while he cackles.
Khan shoves forward with reflexes quicker than mine and snatches his ankle. Kyan cackles as Khan
lifts him by one foot, dangling the sperm spawn by one leg.
“And where were you going?” he questions, cing him next to his brother.
“Now stay!” Khan orders him while Bane squirms, trying to roll and push off with his knees, too. Khan
grabs his feet, dragging his tiny body back into ce. I flip him onto his back, earning a big gummy
smile from him.
“Are you trying to get me in trouble? I don’t think your mother will approve of brain damage. Now, stay!
And try to keep the injuries to a minimum.” I scold him. He babbles happily, blowing raspberries and
spraying spit all over his brother.
Shaking my head, I build a pillow barrier around them and rush into the closet to retrieve some clothes,
grabbing the first thing my hands touch while keeping my head out the door and on the mini escape
artists.
Coming back out, Kyan is eating Bane’s face while Bane has his mouth open like a bird looking for a
worm. Shaking my head, I grab their bottles and check the temperature when I notice Elena still hasn’t
come out. Feeding the boys with one hand, the bottles gripped awkwardly; I try to dry myself before
using the pillows to prop the bottles up.
I get dressed, keeping one eye on the boys while doing the buttons on my shirt. Turning to check the
boys onest time, I find them holding their own bottles.
“You mean I was holding them when you can hold them yourself? Lazy babies.” I tell them. Kyan
answers with a very wet-sounding fart.
“And that’s for your mother, so hold that thought.” Moving toward the door, I push it open. Elena is
sitting on the toilet, a puddle of blood on the ground, and I sigh.
“Good thinking. You stay there and I will take the boys to buy tampons.”
“Pads!” I nod, shutting the door and looking at the boys, their bottles now empty.
“Okay,” I mutter, trying to figure out how to do this. I wish Eli was here to help. I need an extra set of
arms.
“Looks like we are on our own,” I tell them, scooping them up when I remember I need to change them.
Sniffing Kyan, I nearly chuck the kid in the bin. He reeks.
“I thought I said save it for your mother?” I tell him, holding him at arm’s length.
“Don’t forget the other one!”
Right!” I tell Khan, scooping Bane up, who thankfully doesn’t smell like a smoldering turd.
Groaning, I stomp back into the nursery, setting Bane on the change table. I change and dress him,
setting him in the crib before retrieving Kyan and his nuclear ass. Yet the moment I undo his nappy, I
am sprayed in the face. I gasp, choking on piss while Khan howls withughter in my head.
Grabbing the nappy I set aside, I chuck it on him and his water fountain when the kid rolls. I watch the
stream curve as he rolls, his pee stream following, and I see him rolling off. Grabbing him, I roll him
when he gives onest quick spray, which hits my chin.
I wipe my face. “Done all out?” I ask him. I quickly change him, finding my fingertips covered in
mustard-colored shit. A shudder runs through me, and I quickly wipe my hands with a baby wipe.
I grab a baby wipe quickly cleaning my face to find him smiling at me and he is covered in pee, too.
Growling, I pluck more baby wipes from the container and wipe him over.
“Just because your mother marked her territory on me doesn’t mean you have to!” I tell him. He
babbles happily, eating his hands while I quickly dress him. Once done, I grab my wallet and the boys
before singing out to Elena.
“I’ll be back soon. You wait there!” I tell her.
“Real funny jerk!” she calls back, making me snicker.
It took me a good twenty minutes to work out how to undo the stroller; I even threw it in frustration, but
it seemed to work as it unfolded. Sometimes brute force is required. Walking into the store, I find the
aisle designated for hygiene products. Stopping in front of it, I see an entire wall of them.
Picking one’up, I stare at it. Why are there so many options? Scratching my head, I pull my phone from
my pocket and dial Elena’s number. It rings out, and she doesn’t answer.
“She might have left it in the carst night. Try Eli!” Khan tells
“What would he know about feminine products?”
“Well, you got a better idea?” I growl, knowing he is right and the checkout boy looks pretty clueless, so
no point asking. him. He looks like he barely has two brain cells to rub together.
Dialing Eli’s number, he answers after a few rings. “Alpha,” he answers when I hear the phone beep in
my ear, making me look at the screen. He opened a video call. Sighing, I answer it with his face
popping up on the screen.