Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 111


    Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 36


    Lexa waits a few second to ensure he is indeed submitting to her before she shifts back. The moment


    she does I fight the urge to race over and cover Elena’s nudity, but the blood coating her does most of


    that when she gets to her feet. She is littered with injuries, her skin more ck and blue than its usual


    sunkissed tan skin.


    The moment she rises to her feet, Derrick’s pack drops to their knees, her eyes scan over them, and


    they bare their neck to her. Michelle moves toward her as Khan shifts back, giving me control, and


    Michelle backs off when I grab her, helping her stay upright. She flinches when my arm wraps around


    her


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    waist.


    “Restrain him,” she orders her new pack. Yet her breath wheezes, and her chest rises and falls heavily.


    “Yes, Alpha!” they speak in unison, moving to do as she asked.


    “Marco’s on his way!” Sondra sings out from the porch holding up a phone and shaking it. Elena turns,


    ncing over her shoulder, and Luke escapes his mother, rushing over and mming against her. She


    grunts as his arms wrap around


    her.


    “I’m fine,” she tells him, however, she is anything but fine, her wounds taking forever to close, and I’m


    taking most of her weight.


    “Get the door for me, Luke,” I order him.


    “Don’t you dare!” Elena snaps at me, and I press my lips in a


    line. She doesn’t want her pack to see how badly she is


    struggling to remain standing. My grip tightens on her, but I help her climb the stairs.


    Cars in the distance, growing closer, have her look over my shoulder. “It’s my pack,” I tell her, and she


    nods.


    “I don’t have cells here to hold him,” she mumbles to me.


    “I’ll have Eli take care of him; I’ll make sure they grab Noleen and the other woman,” I assure her, and


    she nods, stepping inside the door Luke is holding open when I hear our sons cry


    out.


    “I’ll watch the boys.” Michelle races ahead of us and up the stairs to retrieve them. Approaching the


    stairs, Elena sucks in a breath, and I grit my teeth at her stubbornness. I scoop her legs out from under


    her, picking her up, and she growls, but I growl back at her.


    “It’s not a show of weakness, I’m your damn mate, and no one expects you to remain standing after


    winning a challenge.” I snarl at her.


    Her eyes dart over my shoulder to the front door, where I can hear my men’s cars pulling up.


    Opening the mind link I tug Eli’s. “We found two at the gates.” Eli immediately tells me. “ter is


    picking up the bodies,” he


    assures me.


    “Lock Derrick up back in the cells at the police station until Marco can arrive and take him in for


    questioning.”


    “Yeah, I’m already on it,” Eli tells me, and I cut the link to find


    Elena watching me.


    “Everything is being taken care of.” I peck her lips before. climbing the stairs, and she finally rxes


    against me.


    I take her to her bedroom, and Michelle fusses over the boys. Stepping past her, I move to the attached


    ensuite bathroom and kick the door shut before setting her on the edge of the bathtub.


    “You’re injured,” she murmurs, her fingers grazing my ribs as I reach over and turn the taps on. I drop


    the plug into the hole and grip her hand.


    “I’m fine. I’m healing; your not!” I tell her. Standing, I move toward the sink, rummaging under it and


    finding some Detol body wash. I pop the cap and sniff it, pulling a face at the stench. I quickly pour


    some into the tub; it would burn, but she doesn’t try to stop me.


    Moving toward the shower, I turn it on before turning back to her. Blood is caked on her skin and drying


    and congealing.


    “Let me rinse you off before you get in,” I tell her, grabbing her and helping her into the shower. I grab


    the shower head of the hook, and she hisses as I rinse the blood off, prodding some of her wounds to


    see how deep they are.


    “Sorry,” I mutter when she grabs my shoulder as I examine the one on the inside of her thigh. I grit my


    teeth, knowing if she let me, I could try to heal her with my blood or saliva when Khan reminds me we


    have wolfsbane still lingering in our system. It may not affect us, but it might affect her.


    Standing up, her hand shakes as the adrenaline that runs


    through her abates. Now leaving her with the pain of it wearing off.


    Helping her out of the shower, she moves toward the tub that is filling, and she sits on the edge.


    “Everything hurts,” she groans, gripping the side of the tub. I check the water before shutting the taps


    off and climbing into the tub. Sitting down, I open my legs and then sneak my arm around her waist,


    pulling her in with me to sit between my legs.


    She hisses, the soap stinging her, and she grips my thighs briefly before letting go and leaning against


    me.


    “You could have taken over my pack if you stepped in,” she


    mutters.


    “We wanted to step in. You are hurt, but I knew you would be angry. Besides, I could tell you had him.” I


    shrug, grabbing the loofah off the side and wetting it. Gripping her jaw, I turn her face up to mine.


    “I’ve told you already, Elena, I want my mate, not your pack,” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers


    softly.


    “I just want my family back,” I tell her, and she rxes against me, exhaling. I kiss her temple before


    running the loofah over her.