Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 116


    Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 41


    Marco grips the steering wheel tightly and growls. “Find him. Put every avable resource we


    have into looking for him!” Marco snaps.


    “Yes, Sir. I’m already on it. We’ll find him.” Officer Flint tries to reassure us, but


    one thing about Derrick is that he is resourceful. He isn’t someone easy to find or


    capture, especially if the dickhead is on a mission. And so it seems that he’s


    on one right now, and I know anything he is up to will only cause a headache for Elena and


    me.


    “Marco, that is not all, though. The officers have their throats ripped out, and their bodies appear to be


    drained of blood.” My brows furrow and I look at Marco.


    “They are drained of blood?” Marco questions.


    “Yes, Sir. It appears we now know who the Strigoi is.” Officer Flint states, but that makes


    absolutely no sense because if he were the Strigoi, Elena would not have stood a chance against


    him during the challenge. Marco seems to think the same thing because he asks the very question I am


    thinking.


    “Who knew Derrick was being moved?” The question leaves his lips in a tone so calm that it sounds


    ice cold. I


    have a feeling he’s boiling inside, ready to jump out of the car and go after Derrick himself, but somethi


    ng’s clearly holding him back. No doubt his need to do his job and return me to


    the city before he can go hunting for Derrick.


    Officer Flint remains silent for a moment and hums. “Only those in the office and a few


    trusted border patrols from Alpha Axton’s pack.”


    “No one else?” Marco questions.


    Officer, Flint falls quiet for a second, and we hear the shuffling of


    paperwork and movement. “Get me the log book, Trent!” Officer Flint snaps at another officer.


    “Forget it. Just have that logbook ready, and I want the


    surveince camera footage. I am about


    to cross the border. We’ll meet you at the station.” Marco says, hanging up the phone before Officer Fli


    nt can reply.


    We stop at the barricades. Osiris‘ men are still on patrol with a few of mine and Alpha Thomas‘ warriors


    . Marco rolls down his window when one of Osiris‘ men taps on it, wanting his ID.


    “Are you fucking blind? Can’t you see the Council Emblem!” Maroc snaps,


    and the man jumps and backs away from the car.


    Marco curses and winds the window


    up. The boom gates lift, letting us pass, and I smirk at the man’s frightened face, only to realize why he


    freaked out. The fear isn’t there because of who Marco is but because his fangs are protruding past his


    lips, and he looks furious. In fact, right now, Marco looks like he’s about to hunt someone down and rip


    their throats out just because he can.


    “Are you alright?” I ask him, and he looks at me.


    “Yeah, just sick of everyone being so damn slow.


    I want to get back to Sondra, but it looks like that won’t be happening tonight! Why?”


    I point to my mouth. His tongue darts out, running across his fangs, and he groans.


    “Fuck! I haven’t fed in a few days, which exins


    my short temper. Sondra even clipped me about it before we left,” he chuckles and shakes his head.


    “Should you maybe sort that before we head to the station? They might


    think you’re a Strigoi.” I tell him, and Marcoughs.


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    “Well, unless you’re offering a vein, it can wait. They can think what they want,” he states, uncaring. But


    I know


    seeing him like this will freak a few people out, given what has been happening recently. We don’t need


    people putting unnecessary attention in the wrong direction.


    “Head to the hospital,” I tell him, and he shakes his head.


    “I’m not drinking cold blood,” I growl at him before looking around his car and finding a


    styrofoam coffee cup.


    As I peel the lid off the cup, Marco shakes his head, looking all sorts of exasperated.


    I ignore the stubborn vampire as I allow my canines to extend and then bring my hand


    to my lips to bite the side of it.


    I fist my hand to allow my blood to drain into the cup. As soon as the cup is finally full, I let my hand heal


    If not for the fact


    that it’s filled with my blood, someone might mistake it for a fresh cup of coffee. Well, except for the sme


    As I hand the cup to Marco, he raises an eyebrow at me, but eventually


    epts it and takes a sip. “What? It’s fresh blood. Now drink it before you eat, Officer


    Flint,” I warn him, and Marcoughs at me. He brings the cup to his nose and sniffs


    it. He can’t be fucking serious.


    “You aren’t seriously being picky right now, are you?”


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    “God knows where you’ve been. Just making sure.” He chuckles and takes another sip of my blood.


    Not long after, Marco’s pupils dte, and he drinks more from the cup.


    He licks his lips and winks at me. “Fuck, I forgot how much better you guys tastepared to humans!”


    I frown at


    him. “Hey, calm down, Romeo. Don’t be getting any fucking ideas. I am not bing your personal juic


    him.


    Marco just smirks. “Yeah, I haven’t got time for a blood addiction, but thanks,” he says, holding up the cu


    Soon, we pull up at the station, and Marco parks the


    car in the underground parking lot. Climbing out of the car, I groan, realizing I am still


    wearing Elena’s pants. Shaking my head, I follow Marco inside, and he walks through the ce like he o


    “Where’s Flint?” He asks the officer that is perched at his desk on the phone.


    The officer raises his eyes


    and freezes for a second. Then regains his senses and enoughmon sense to slowly points a finger