Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 102


    Alpha on the Hunt Chapter 27


    “So, after I learned Phaedra had died, I had him locate Pe- tra and the pack she was in.” Sondra looks


    out at the women setting up the yard and cleaning up after the kids, her eyes turning ssy, and a tear


    slips down her cheek. She quickly wipes it and clears her throat.


    “We knew if Floyd found out, he would have stopped us, so we kept it from him. These women were


    ves to their mates, purely kept for their sick amusement. Unfortunately, Marco couldn’t do anything.


    Packs were handled by the al- pha, and unless one of the women came forward and- ined, his


    hands were tied. Mary and I knew they never would. They were petrified and knew they would be


    caught. But not Petra. Petra wanted out, and so did a few others. We used to meet Petra in the woods


    and n their escape. De- spite that, she said the women were too scared.”


    “So, how did they get out?” I ask her, and she holds up her bottle of rum and shakes it. She takes a sip


    and sets it back in the crook of her arm.


    “I had Marco get me concentrated wolfsbane. I gave it to Petra when I visited her and told her to poison


    their liquor on the next pack meeting; if you could call it that, it was basically an orgy, the women


    shared between the pack.”


    “So she poisoned them?” Sondra nods her head and purs- es her lips,


    “Yep, they thought the burn was from the liquor until they started dropping like flies. They were


    supposed to run and meet us at the bus. I had been waiting with Mary by the river. Yet when Petra


    turned up, she was covered in blood and by herself.” Sondra closes her eyes and rubs her temples


    before continuing.


    “She was wailing, and we couldn’t understand her. She was frantic, so I called Marco, and he sent me


    home. Marco then went out there with Mary. They found the entire pack dead, and the women had


    killed them. Mary hid them out at themune, and that’s where they stayed. When I went home that


    night, Floyd used me of trying to run from him. He stopped me from seeing Mary. He had his men


    wait with me at the bakery. They never let me out of their sight unless I was with him.”


    “So you never spoke to Mary again?” I ask her, but she shakes her head.


    “No, I saw Mary, but I never saw Petra again after that un- til Mary went missing. One of his guards


    would sometimes sneak me out back to meet Mary. But once I aged, and he didn’t, he knew I could


    never outrun him. So he left me be. I was just more careful, I would see Mary first thing in the morning


    when I opened the bakery, and she would tell me about the girls.”


    “It wasn’t until she went missing a few years ago that I started snooping and then that Jake told me she


    left, but each time his story made a little less sense. Petra told me the same thing when I questioned


    her when I spotted her in town. I knew she would never abandon Petra. And I honestly thought Floyd


    was behind it. I thought he killed her and sold her shop without me knowing, but when Floyd discovered


    Petra was here, I knew nothing good woulde of it,” she says, reach- ing for another smoke.


    She lights it and sits back. “So I started poisoning him, bit by bit, until he was too weak to stop me. He


    started aging quickly, then slowly dying, until I eventually couldn’t make up excuses anymore. Marco


    kept asking questions. For a while, it


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    worked because I knew most of Floyd’s contacts, and his men. But eventually, Marco insisted on


    talking to him. He came out here to check on me. I thought he would kill me when he found Floyd.”


    “But he didn’t, obviously,” she chuckles.


    “He said if only I did it sooner. Yet he was still my mate and I loved the bastard, but I wanted him to


    suffer for his crimes, so he did for years!”


    “But once my crop died, I finished him and shot him while he slept. Marco helped me cover it up, and


    he is-” she points to the hill where a lone tombstone sits.


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    “Right there. Marco helped me bury him. Now you know what I feel guilty about. It was that I didn’t


    realize what a mon- ster my husband was, what a monster Jake was until it was toote. I believed


    Jake blindly, thinking that it was Floyd.”


    “Yeah, Jake even had me fooled, so you’re not alone there,” I tell her, chewing my lip.


    “How does this link to my father?” I ask her, and she shakes her head. Just as my motheres out to


    help the women with the cooking. Sondra looks at her, then drops her gaze to her hands.


    “That’s a story for another day.” She says, and I look at my mother, who is carrying out some baked


    buns.


    “Are you hungry, Sondra?” My mother asks.


    “No, dear. I think I might take a nap.” Sondra tells her, and my brows furrow. She didn’t want to say


    whatever she knew in front of my mother.


    Sondra then gets up. She sways on her feet, and I stand to help her when she brushes me off.


    “Go help the women,” she tells me, and I sigh.


    “Do they know?” I ask Sondra, and she stops to look at me. I nod toward the women setting up for


    dinner.


    “No, only Petra knew who I was and what I was to her fa- ther.” I nod my head, and she nces at


    them.


    “This pack wasn’t just their fresh start, Elena. It was mine, too. My way of making it up to Petra, Mary,


    and Phaedra. They don’t need to know. It was also my way of making it up to you.” She tells me. I go to


    ask her what she means when I hear someoneing up behind me.