Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 119
Elena POV
The boys fell asleep quickly once Axton left. However, I barely slept at all. All night, I was tossing and
turning. The storm outside was horrendous, and every sound had me jumping, thinking we were under
attack again.
It wasn’t until early morning, when the light started to fill the room, ruining my stare off with the ceiling,
that I rolled. Only to nearly roll off the bed, my hands grab the corner of the mattress, and I cling to the
edge of the bed, having forgotten I moved to the edge, so the boys didn’t wriggle their way to the edge
and fall off.
Trying to pull myself up, I lose my grip. A shriek leaves my lips, my hands il, catching air, and I am
again staring at the ceiling. Only this time, I’m on the hardwood floor. I groan, sitting up, and Lexa
groggilyes forward.
“Some of us need sleep, you know!” Lexa scolds while I rub the elbow that Inded on. The next
second I hear running footsteps, and my bedroom door bursts open. Marco stumbles into the room,
looking disheveled and half asleep in just his ck boxer shorts. and a white tank top. He exhales
loudly, clutching the door.
“Jesus, Elena!” he sighs, walking over and offering me his hand. I take it, letting him pull me to my feet.
“When did you get back?” I ask him, remembering he left with Axtonst night; I hadn’t heard him
return.
“A few hours ago,” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. then yawns.
“Are you good?” he asks, and I nce at the boys, who are still fast asleep despite the loud thud I
made when I hit the floor. I nod my head and lean over the bed. My body is still aching from challenging
my fatherst night, but at least the pain is tolerable now and more of a dull ache.
“I’m going to go shower and get ready to head into the city. Are you going anywhere this morning?”
Marco asks me, and I nce at him over my shoulder as I scoop up the twins from the bed. I quickly
shake my head, cradling the boys who stretch in my arms. before snuggling against each other and
going back to sleep.
“Good; I need to talk to you when I get out. Put the kettle on,” he tells me, turning for the door.
“Talk to me about what?” I ask him.
“Your father.”
“My father? What did he do now?” I ask as I set the boys in their crib so I can make coffee.
“He escaped, we’ll talk about it when I get out of the shower, but for now, coffee, and you need to send
in the appeal to have Axton’ s restrictions lifted so I can approve it.”
“Wait, have you told my mother yet?” I ask him while quickly shutting the door and following him down
the hall.
“No, everyone was asleep when I got back.” Marco shrugs, and I sigh. Great, this is thest thing we
needed, but at least he has not pack to back him now. Marco disappears into Sondra’s room, and I
stare at him.
“Did he just go into Sondra’s room?” Lexa asks, just as perplexed as me.
“Ew, gross, she is like a hundred years old.” Lexa shudders, and I roll my eyes at my wolf.
“You don’t think they… you know?–”
“Darn it, Lexa, why would you say that? That is not an image I want my head!” I snap at her. I shake my
head, shoving Lexa away with her vile thoughts about Marco and Sondra. It was far too early for that
imagery to be in my head; she could have at least waited until after my morning coffee before putting
those thoughts in my head!
Walking down the steps, I make my way into the kitchen. Sondra is. sitting at the dining table in her
floral gown and her fluffy slippers, her hair in rollers still while sipping her tea.
“Morning,” I murmur, and she holds up her tea.
“Morning dear, did you get any rest?” she asks, and I shake my head.
“Barely any,” I tell her while filling up the kettle. I flick it on, wondering what themotion outside is
that has everyone looking to the far paddock behind the massive garages and the house. I peer out the
window seeing the womening out of their homes bundled up in their gowns and slippers as they
move to the side of the house.
I try to see where they’re going but only manage to headbutt the window forgetting it’s closed. Sondra
laughs as I rub my head.
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“You definitely need coffee.” she chuckles when we hear beeping and machinery. My brows furrow and
Sondra looks over her shoulder to the double door leading outside.
“What’s that noise?” she asks, and I peer out the window, now seeing women running up the side of
the house toward the garages, when I notice Eli frantically dialing a number or texting on
his phone while sending nervous nces up the side of the house where the women just ran to.
“What is going on?” I mutter, turning and heading for the front door, when I hear the sound of metal on
metal. I stop, staring at the door, and Sondra gets up, also looking at the door.
Rushing to the door, I toss it open and step outside into the frosty morning air. The sun is far too bright
for my bleary eyes. I hold my hand up to shield them from the morning sun and turn, heading up the
side when Eli waves his arms frantically.
“Elena, wait! I’m taking care of it!” Eli rushes out, racing over to me when I stop dead in my tracks, and
my mouth falls open in shock to see a huge digger knocking down the garages. Michelle is yelling at
the crew of men to stop what they’re doing, her hands. waving frantically in the air while the other
women talk in hushed. murmurs.