Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 46

Chapter 46-Axton POV

My head is spinning as my eyes flutter open to stare at the

ceiling. My hand reaches across the bed, feeling for Elena; / vaguely remember her coming to sleep in here last night. Yet, where I thought she would be is bare, the space cold. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up, glancing toward the bathroom door, wondering if she went to take a shower.

My mouth was dry, my eyes throbbing along with the pulsating of my head. “Elena?” I call out, rubbing my temples before eyeing the bottle of water on the bedside table. Relief floods me, and I snatch it, twisting the cap and downing the entire bottle. I drank far too much last night, so much sol barely remember the dinner itself. The night was now hazy, yet my desire for her was strong.

Setting the bottle down, I wander to the bathroom, feeling Khan awaken. His energy I have barely felt over the last week, and I feel relief at having him pressing forward as I take a leak.

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I wash my face in the sink basin, cupping my hands and swallowing more water, my mouth so dry, I never got this hungover. Maybe it was because I hadn‘t had Khan for the past week, my immune system lacking.

Washing my face, I reach for the hand towel and dry my face, feeling a little better. “Are you going to lock me away?” Khan asks hesitantly as I grab some shorts from the dresser, the pill

bottle sitting on top. I glance at the pill bottle, but I shake my head, and he sighs. “And Elena?” he asks, his worry biting into me.

“She is fine, even slept in here. She is probably eating breakfast or maybe she went back to her own room,” I assure him as I slip my pants on. “The dinner party?” Khan asks.

“Went well; she is a natural,” he seems happy, chuffed even at the thought, and I move toward the door. “I am going to see if she wants to go out to lunch with me,”

“What?” he asks, a little shocked; I knew he would get slivers of what had been going on, but other than that, he had been completely blocked out, unable to filter through my cognitive thoughts.

“I need to make it up to her if we want to give this a real shot,” I tell him, finally coming to terms with the idea. Nothing felt better than having her by my side last night. She would make a good Luna and, no doubt, a good mother. Eli has been preaching to me for days to fix things, yet one thing that stuck out the most was when he mentioned my father. The look of disappointment on his face, disgust.

Something I never thought I would receive from Eli. He was right; I couldn‘t see past my jealousy and my ego to know it all started because of me. I was the one that set things in motion, causing a domino effect, the pieces falling randomly and ruining everything I had spent so long to build. I ruined her, and the look on her face since the day I told her she was gone once our twins were born has haunted me ever since.

Checking her room, I don‘t find her, so I wander to the kitchen and stop in my tracks. Dishes are still in the sink, and wine

glasses are on the bench. One thing she did almost religiously was clean the kitchen; my eyes roam around the living room as I walk into it before falling on the picture frame leaning against the wall. My brows furrow, thinking it odd as I glance at the wall where it should be. The hangover made me sluggish, and my responses were slow.

The safe door is open. With a shake of my head, I move toward it, intending to set the picture back. “Elena?” | sing out, picking it up and staring at the picture. Again, silence when my brain seems to catch on. The frame slips from my fingertips, the glass shattering at my feet as I rip the safe door open,

to find it completely empty except for one piece of paper. My hands shake as I pick it up and glance at it.

Consider your child support paid!

I blink down at the paper, and Khan presses forward as I look to the hall. My feet were moving before I realized what I was doing as I started searching every room. She was gone. My heart races at the thought, and I burst through the barrier to the mind link, forcing myself into every pack member‘s head. “Find her!” | snarl. And Eli is the first to reply.

“Find who?”

“Who do you think? Fucking Elena, find her!” | roar, marching through my office into my bedroom; I start ripping clothes off the hangers, getting changed quickly, and reaching for my belt.

The moment I finished dressing, I headed for the door, a cold sweat breaking out on me as panic settled. I reach for the door handle and fling the door open, only to stop; my stomach cramps, the pain so intense I nearly double over, my

belly gurgling, and I clutch the frame. What in the actual fuck! I move into the hall only for it to intensify, sweat beads on my head, and my eyes widen, backtracking I run for the toilet.