Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 100


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    I was gone for the weekend. Yet getting home, the ce was in chaos, and anyone would think I had


    been gone for months. Women hadints, and orders for supplies, and the ount had left


    messages about the bakery and Marco had dropped off the appeal my father ced against the title.


    He is trying to say it was done while he was intoxicated.


    Which isughable because if you know my father, he isn’ t much of a drinker and when he does drink,


    it’s never enough that he actually gets drunk. The man has control issues, and that extends to not


    being in control of his own body.


    “Do that first! Get settled, then we’ll chat.” Sondra says, making yet another cup of tea. She watches


    me for a few sec- onds while she waits for the kettle to boil.


    “Are you going over the documents Marco dropped offst night?” She asks me and I hold them up.


    “Marco said he already rejected it, but he still had to drop them off.”


    “You and Marco are close?” I ask her and she shrugs.


    “Yes, we are. We always will be. I met Marco first.” She shrugs, pouring the hot water into the mug and


    jiggling the tea bag.


    “How?”


    “So curious.” Sheughs.


    “I thought he was human. He lived in the apartment next to me. We may have dated for a while.” She


    shrugs.


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    “Wow! I bet that didn’t go over well when you met Floyd.” I


    chuckle.


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    “Definitely not. I had no idea he had a brother, so it was quite a shock when Floyd came looking for


    him. He was caught up in some legal drama and needed his help, they hadn’t spoken for a few months,


    and Marco wanted out of that lifestyle, so when he came barging into his brother’s apartment and


    found us in bed together, I would say that was definitely an experience I could have gone without.” She


    laughs.


    I blink at her. “And Marco just let you go?” I ask her.


    “He believed it was the right thing to do. I was his brother’ s mate.”


    “And that didn’t upset you?” I ask her.


    “Of course I was upset. I thought I was going to be a jour- nalist and marry Marco, and run off into the


    sunset. Instead, I got Floyd and was locked into a marriage and a life of crime and running from his


    enemies.”


    “But they got over it?”


    “Marco epted it, but Floyd? No, he never got over it. But he needed Marco, loved him still. He just


    always made sure to keep Marco busy and away from me, paranoid I would run off with him.”


    “Why didn’t you run off with him?”


    “Floyd would have killed me. After a while, I started to feel the mate bond. That was the most confusing


    part. Humans aren’t mated by the moon goddess to werewolves. Sure, they can produce kids together,


    but destined mates?” Sondra


    shakes her head.


    “It was unheard of. But we got the answers we needed, eventually.”


    “What do you mean?”


    “Floyd had Marco look into my background. Turns out I was adopted, born to a beta and human


    woman. Only instead of getting the werewolf genes, I came out human. I have some genes, just not the


    right ones to make me a werewolf. So they got rid of me.” She says with a sigh.


    “Do you know which pack?” She nods her head.


    “Yeah. Just not a good one,” she says, taking her cup and walking outside when I hear the boys start


    crying from their rocker in the living room.


    Once I have the boys settled and tucked in their beds for their nap, I quickly change into my fluffy, soft


    pink butterfly pants and a white cami, excited to put on my own clothes, having left my dress at Axton’s.


    Once dressed, I head down- stairs. I am about to go outside to speak with Sondra when I walk past


    her, rummaging in the kitchen. Stopping, I see her trying to get the rum off the shelf above her head.


    “Sondra, what are you doing? You can’t drink on your medication.” I scold her when she uses her


    walking stick to swipe it closer to the edge. She looks at me, stands on her tip- py toes, and snatches


    the bottle off the shelf.


    “I need it. All this talk of the past is stealing my sass. If I am taking a walk down memoryne. I will


    need this!” she tells me, tucking the bottle under her arm. “Grab my smokes! Let’s get this over with!”


    She snaps at me, and I shake my head.


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    “I’m already dying. What will hurt? My life?” Sheughs, and I sigh and grab her smokes off the fridge.


    We put them up, trying to cut her back, but I also needed answers and after what she told me, I could


    use a drink already too, and we haven’t even gotten to my questions yet.


    When I walk out, I find her tipping her tea out over the railing. Her hands shake terribly as she tries to


    pour it into the mug. “Fuck it!” She mutters, tipping the bottle to her lips and gulping it down like it is


    water.


    I take a seat across from her when she pulls the bottle away, nursing it in her arm. She wipes her


    mouth on the back of her hand, looks at me, clicks her fingers, and I sigh, handing her smokes over to


    her.


    She lights one and inhales deeply, and sits back. “What do you want to know?” She asks, leaving the


    smoke between her lips as she rocks back and forth. Pausing, I think for a second where would be the


    best ce to start before deciding on Ax ton’s mother?


    “I want to know about Floyd’s daughter….” I tell her, and she swallows. She nods her head slowly. “You


    want to know about Phaedra.” she muses, and her eyes turn ssy.