Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 113
Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 38
I sigh when my thoughts go to Sondra. “And Sondra can stay with your mother in the penthouse. Sorry,
but the old bat will cut me in my sleep.” Axton says before I can even ask the question.
I chuckle. “I think you’re growing on her.” I chuckle.
He holds his fingers up, pinching them close together. “Maybe this much, but not enough for me to slee
p without one eye open.” Heughs.
“I’ll have the packhouse to myself soon anyway. Eli is moving in with ter. Apparently, I’m insufferable
to live with.”
“And speaking like that is not helping you convince me it is a good idea.” Iugh.
“Will you at least think about it? I want
you and the boys close.” Lexa presses forward. Yet after seeing Axton back down to her and not try to t
ake over, she doesn’t seem as reluctant.
“Maybe we should. We’ll go into heat soon anyway. At least until we figure out what
to do next?” She tells me. Not only that, it would stop all this struggle with the bond.
“Da, Da..dadda..” Bane says, making me blink down at his
squirming little body between us, thinking I misheard when Axton looks down at him too.
“Did he speak?” Axton questions, looking at me. My
brow furrows, and I shrug, unsure if I misheard when Lexa speaks.
“No, that little crotch goblin best not have said dadda first! Freeloading pint–sized traitor!” Lexa
huffs angrily in my head.
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“Say it again.” Axton coos, squishing his cheeks, giving him fishy lips, and making him cackle.
“Come on, you can say it.” Axton urges as we both wait expectantly.
Bane babbles and coos but doesn’t repeat the mysterious word. Lexa
purrs. “That right, my boy is not a traitor!” She huffs when Bane speaks.
“Dadda, dadda!” He babbles, pulling on Axton’s hand, trying to gnaw on
his knuckles again. Axton sits up straighter, and I frown, feeling betrayed.
“He said Dadda!” Axton exims excitedly, picking him up and hugging him. Bane giggles as his father’
s stubble tickles his neck and face.
“He is confused and got our names
mixed up!” I tell him while trying not to pout and sound bitter. It doesn’t work because Axton raises an e
yebrow at me.
“No, he definitely said Dadda, not Momma!” he tells me
triumphantly. I shake my head, refusing to believe it and sticking with my hearing needs checking!
When Bane repeats it, a little clearer, making sure there
is no debate on whether or not he indeed said it.
“See!” Axton says, smugly holding him up like Bane is a trophy he just won.
“Definitely, Dadda!” I re at him, and he tucks Bane closer.
“Don’t look at me like that. It’s not my fault I’m his favorite!” Axton teases, and I scoff.
“I have been trying for weeks to get them to say mom, and you waltz on in, and
he spits that rubbish out first!” I growl at him.
Axton gives me a look like I just insulted him. “Rubbish?” He growls at me.
“Yes, rubbish.” I.huff.
“Someone is jealous and chucking a tantrum!” Axton tells Bane with augh before looking back at me.
“Why are you getting so upset? He’ll say mom, soon enough, you’ll see.” He shrugs, and I growl at him.
“Of course I’m upset; I carried and birthed them, only for
them toe out looking like you! And now my little womb renter spits out dadda first.” I tell him, and A
xton chuckles.
He looks
down at Bane. “You better spit out, Momma, real soon, you’ve just put Dadda back in the doghouse, an
d I barely got out of it!” He tells Bane, who just blows spit bubbles back at him. Axton lies back
down and rubs his belly.
“So, about moving to the city?” He questions.
“I’ll speak to the women and try to convince them.”
“You could just
order them.” Axton retorts, and I shake my head, not wanting to force anyone’s hand. I am about to tell
him as much when a knock sounds on the door. Axton
looks over his shoulder when the door pushes open, and Marco steps inside my room. Axton sits up, a
nd his shoulders drop.
“You’re making me go back to the city.” Marco smiles sadly.
“I haven’t had approval for restrictions to
be lifted, although your breach is being removed onpassionate grounds until Elena can appeal to t
he council again. I’ve spoken to my superior, and he said no action will be taken, but until officially
it is lifted, you need to return back to the city, so Osiris doesn’t file aint.”
“And Derrick?”
“Being transferred to the council as we speak. But
unfortunately, I do need to return back to the city.” Axton looks at me and sighs.
“How long will it take before the restrictions are lifted.”
“If Elena does it first thing
in the morning, I can have it done by tomorrow afternoon.” Axton nods his head, turning to look down at
me.
“I’ll do it first thing in the morning when I wake up,” I assure him.
He kisses Bane’s little head, and Marco walks out, shutting the door behind him.
“Argh, I don’t want to go,” he growls, frustrated.
“I don’t want you to either, but it
will be sorted tomorrow,” I tell him, tucking the nket back around Bane. Looking up, Axton smiles, lea
down and kissing me.
His
tongue traces the seam of my lips and mine part, allowing him to deepen it. His tongue brushes mine, a
in my hair.
I
kiss him, the bond thrumming at his closeness and reveling in his touch, only for him to pull away. He pr
forehead, and he sighs.
“I will see you tomorrow?” I nod, and he gets up, moving to the crib where Kyan is sleeping.
“Want him with you or leave him in his crib?”
“No, bring him over. Hopefully, Bane will go back to sleep.”
I tell him, and Axton leans in, retrieving him. He brings him over,ying him next to his
brother. Bane instantly rolls into him, trying to eat his face before stealing
Kyan’s Binky. Axton chuckles, taking
Bane’s and popping it in Kyan’s mouth before he wakes over his stolen pacifier.
“I see you tomorrow, try to get some rest,” Axton whispers, then walks out the door.