Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 118
“You fucking idiot, that is not Osiris! Or Officer Tuck! That is the fucking Strigoi, and you let him slip
right past you!” Marco shouts right as his fist collides with the desk.
The officer looks at the screen. His face pales, and his eyes widen as he shakes his head in what even
he knows is denial. “No, that is Osiris! I saw him with my own two eyes.” Flint says, and I almost
facepalm myself.
Marco turns in his chair to look at the Officer. “Are you really that stupid? Do you honestly think Osiris
came all the way to the police station to take a shit just to leave right afterward? Have you not
remembered anything about Strigoi? We only just went over thisst week after thest attack! Or are
you truly that much of an imbecile?” Marco snarls at him. If he were human, I’m sure his face would
burn bright red in the disy of rage.
Marco rewinds the footage, only this time, we follow Officer Tuck, who goes down and speaks to Alpha
Derrick about being transferred to the council chambers in the city. He then talks to the two officers
guarding him and finds out the route and time the council enforcers are arriving. There would be no
need for anyone working here to need to know the route or the time they were leaving.
“How is that possible?” Flint asks, staring at the screen in shock.
“Because Strigoi can shapeshift, you bloody twit! You couldn’t even recognize the change in your own
damn Alpha! How did you even get this job if you can’t tell the difference by his aura alone, idiot?” The
tension in the office rises, and Marco’s clearly at the end of his rope. I can’t me him, and I don’t think
I would attempt to save the fool if Marco decided to eat him.
“How was I supposed to know? I have never met a damn Strigoi before!” Flint argues.
“You just did; in fact, you had a good ole fuckingugh with one! You know your damn Alpha. You
should have realized by his mannerisms, even his damn signature!” Marco points at the writing in the
logbook.
Flint shakes his head and tries toe up with an excuse, but it is clear that it isn’t Alpha Osiris; they
don’t even walk the same, but it leaves the question of who else it could be. We scan the rest of the
surveince footage, but he just disappears once outside the doors.
“You couldn’t tell by his scent?” Marco demands. I’ve been told up close that they have a very cloying
scent of decaying flesh. This makes sense since, to be Strigoi, a vampire has to feed off the
dead. It is why feeding off the dead is illegal for vampires. They feed off the dead too much. It sends
them crazed, rabid. It’s also how they inherit these extra abilities.
A Vampire feeding off the dead eventually kills them, and theye back as something more sinister.
Back when I was younger, my grandfather told me stories when vampires and werewolves were at war
with each other, that some vampires purposefully became Strigoi to gain an extra advantage, which
ended up being ater problem in and of itself.
Those additional abilities make it so much harder to identify a Strigoi and kill them. They are faster than
a typical vampire and stronger. They can evenpel/mor other vampires and even werewolves.
Marco only has the ability topel me while I am in human form, but it’s said that Strigoi canpel
the wolf side, too, which makes them harder to kill.
Unfortunately, poption numbers grew out of control, and the human governments had to work with
the supernatural council to eradicate them; it’s also when the alliance started with humans. and the
supernatural.
“No, he was wearing a heap of aftershave, and it smelled cheap, too. Which I thought was a little odd,
but he looks exactly like Osiris. How the heck was I to know?” his brows pinch, and he mutters
something too soft for me to hear.
“Although, he was in a very good mood, which is odd, especially after everything that happened early
at the borders between your two,” Flint says, pinching his lip between his thumb and forefinger.
Marco growls in frustration. “Get out! Marco snaps.
Officer Flint jumps, nces at me, then he rushes from the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Fools, the lot of them!” Marco snarls. He rubs his temples and sighs.
“So what now?” I ask him, and Marco leans back in his chair. He tosses his arms up in the air.
“I have no clue. We are still no closer to figuring out who it is; for all we know, it could be that idiot we
were just talking to!” Marco exhales.
“Na, he smells alive,” I tell him with augh.
“Well, with any luck, he killed Alpha Derrick; that would be one less headache to deal with!” Marco
states, and I chew my lip, trying to think.
“What are you thinking?” Marco asks, and I look at him to find him. watching me.
“Nothing much, trying to figure out why they would go after Derrick.”
“No idea. Maybe Derrick is in on it.” Marco clicks his tongue before leaning forward and typing on the
laptop.
“What if it was to frame him? Throw us off their scent. Maybe we are closer than we think, and Derrick
would be the perfect. scapegoat?” I tell him, and Marco seems to think for a second.
“But why? It makes no sense,” I shrug. We don’t have enough information toe to that conclusion
yet.
“Go back to Elena, knowing that Strigoi is out there, and so is Derrick. I rather you out there than here.
An emergency Alpha meeting will take ce in the morning, and I’ll send out the messages. For now,
I’ll deal with this; you go back to Sondra and watch over my mate and my sons.” I tell him, getting up
from my seat.
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“Are you sure?” Marco asks, and I shrug. It’s not like we could do much. Everyone is already out
looking for Derrick, and now we are just sitting here guessing who it could be.
‘I’ll drop you home and then leave. Don’t hesitate to ring me if you need me.” Marco says, pulling his
keys from his pocket.