Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 45 – Elena POV
Alpha Thomas pissed me off, so I felt nothing as I slipped what Tieriny called her poop juice into his wine. For the rest of the
night, Thomas remained quiet; I spoke with the other Luna’s, not wanting to piss Axton off. And I was surprised he didn’t rip me
to pieces over what I said to Alpha Thomas.

“Are you alright, Tom?” Alpha Soyer asks, making me glance across the table at him. Everyone turns their attention to him. He
dabs at his brow with a napkin. He was sweating profusely, his other hand on his stomach. I watch as he sips from his glass of
wine. “Maybe some water, dear,” his mate tells him, offering her glass to him. He slaps her hand away, spilling the water down
her dress.
“Leave me, I must be coming down with something,” he snarls at her. I hoped my arguing with him earlier didn’t make things
worse for her. I noticed how quiet she remained most of the night.
Axton leans back in his chair, draping his arm across my shoulders; his fingers absentmindedly playing with my hair. I tense
automatically, only to feel his fingers move to the nape of my neck, his fingers running through my hair as he messages softly, I
didn’t know what to think of his affections tonight; I just have to keep reminding myself it all for show.
“If you’ll excuse me, I think I might call it a night,” Alpha Thomas states, rising from his chair. His stomach gurgles loudly, and he
clutches the edge of the table, his wife hurrying out of her seat. His face changes to a deep shade of red, sweat running down
the sides of his face.
“Very well. The council would like to speak with you on Monday about your finances, Alpha. Be sure not to be late,” Axton tells
him. His tone is ice-cold. Alpha Thomas tensed, and I know why.
I searched for months, trying to find out where the money was coming from that entered via his laundromats. I managed to link
his dealing with the human banks, yet I had a feeling Alpha Thomas was dealing in trafficking. Although I could never prove it,
and neither could the council, it was there; we knew he had underground dealings with the vamps, proving it was another matter.
Once Alpha Thomas left, the atmosphere changed, and I could tell that those who were remaining, Axton was good friends with.
I watched as he downs his last drink, one! dissolved three sleeping pills into Tieriny had given me before she left. His words
begin to slur, and he shakes himself.

After a couple more hours, most of the Alphas were blind drunk, including Axton; their Luna’s were clearly driving. “I’ll see you to
the door,” Axton says, stumbling from the couch, his whiskey in hand, as I walk Doreen to the door. I liked her, she reminded me
a lot of my mother, and I knew they were friends for a time.
Axton stumbles, and I grab his arm to steady him. His hand goes to my belly, rubbing like it I am a Buddha. “So good to hear that

you two are trying to set things right after the whole leaked video incident,” Doreen comments. I try not to snort. If only she knew
I was playing along because I didn’t feel like dealing with my ex-mate’s raging god complex. We were far from any happy couple.
Axton drunkenly leans against me, his hand moving over my belly.
“Have you thought of any names yet?” Doreen asked. “I want to name one after my grandfather. Elena can pick the other,” Axton
says before shocking me by kissing my cheek. Doreen smiles softly. In contrast, Lexa seethes in my head. We didn’t buy his
stupid act for a second or his affections. We knew what would become of us once the twins are born.
We said our goodbyes, and I noticed the guard eating the lava cake Tieriny had made for him, a smile tugged at the corners of
my lips, and I nodded to him. He gave me a wave with his spoon, digging in. Shutting the door, Axton lets out a breath and lets
me go before stumbling, “I think you poured my drinks a little strong,” he laughs as I grab his arm to stop him from face-planting
to the ground. “Come, I will help you to bed,” I tell him, leading him down the hall. I push his bedroom door open, and he
staggers, falling face-first onto the bed, and I move to remove his shoes when he grabs my arm.
“Lay with me,” he mumbles.
“I’ll pass. You’re drunk, and I could imagine the hell you would raise if you woke up beside me,” I tell him, shaking his arm off
before tugging his shoes off.
“You did good tonight; I expected you to try to embarrass me,” he says, kicking the other off. “And what purpose would that serve
me?” | ask, and he yawns.
“Lay down,” he mutters, patting the bed, and I roll my eyes, watching as he reaches his hand out. “Elena!” he whines.
“At least he isn’t an a*sh*le when drunk,” Lexa says.
“Yeah, but sober, he is a jerk,” I remind her; when I feel him grip my wrist, he tugs me down onto the bed. “Axton, I am not to
blame if you wake up beside me.”
“I have wanted you in my bed from the moment I got you back, shh, and let me hug you,” he mumbles. “Could have fooled me,
must have imagined the hell he has raised, don’t buy it, Elena. I won’t risk losing our babies,” Lexa snaps as if she thought I lost.

track of what our plans were.
He kept muttering nonsense, and I listened to him ramble while fighting the urge to sleep myself since I was now lying down. “I’m
sorry, Elena,” he whispers, his hand moving over my bump. I say nothing, knowing it won’t change my mind. He could apologize
all he wanted. The damage is done, and he will realize that when he wakes in the morning, and I am no longer here. I am not
foolish enough to risk my boys.
I wait a bit, thinking he is asleep, before sliding out from under his arm. If only things were like this when I came back. I was
willing to give him a chance then, since I had nothing left to lose, but now I know him; I know this is just a facade, another version
of him. I won’t be tricked again.
“Where are you going?” He mumbles, gripping the back of my dress. He groans, pulling his keys from his pocket, dumping them

on the bedside table, and fumbling with the buttons on his shirt before becoming frustrated with it and yanking on it.
“Wait, I will help you,” I tell him, climbing back onto the bed. I undo them, helping him out of his clothes, until he is just in his
boxer shorts. “Are you coming back?” he mutters as I climb back off the bed. “Stay with me; I know I don’t deserve it, but please,”
he asks, and I chew my lip.
“I’m just getting out of this dress,” I lie. “Just take it off,” he says, rolling and reaching out to me. He sighs when I step away from
him. “I’ll come back; I just need to get out of this dress,” he nods his head.
I walk to the door when he speaks again. “Can you bring me a drink of water and some Advil when you come back?” he mutters,
rolling onto his stomach. I nod and walk out quickly, slipping pajamas on in case he is awake when I bring him his water. Going
into the kitchen, I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge before noticing the vial i hid in the vegetable crisper earlier. Lexa laughs
in my head as I grab it.
“Payback is a b*tch,” she cackles. “That it is,” I tell her. I pour the clear liquid into the bottle, giving it a shake and popping the cap
on. Slipping back into the room, I find Axton snoring.
“D*mn, I was hoping he would drink it.” She sulks. I sit it on the bedside table next to his keys before double-checking he is
asleep. I grab his shoulder and shake it, but he continues snoring. Carefully and as quietly as possible, I steal his keys before
slipping out of the room. Listening carefully, I move toward my room, chucking Axton’s hoodie on that I never returned before
packing what I could into a bag Tierney left here. Moving toward the kitchen, I stop by the main door and listen for the guard. “We
need money.” Lexa hisses at me, and I chew my lip, looking at the safe hidden by a painting. “He’s probably changed the lock
combination.”

“Only one way to find out?” she tells me, and I sigh; I could still hear the guard groaning, so I knew I couldn’t leave yet, so there
was no harm in checking. As I carefully lowered the painting, I open the panel behind it, I listen for the movement in the
apartment. I cringe at the buttons’ sound, expecting him to come rushing out. Putting the last digit in, it unlocks. Lexa bounces
happily in my head. Even I am shocked he didn’t change it. I grab all the money out, stuffing it in the bag before going to close
the door when I stop.
“What are you doing?” she hisses at me as I make my way to the phone and grab the notepad and paper. “Leaving him a note,” I
tell her. She shakes her head at me before laughing at what I write. I stick it back in the safe, closing the door, but I leave the
painting off. Making my way back to the door, I hear the guard.
He groans before I hear him running off. “Bingo,” Lexa laughs in my head, and I quickly unlocked the door. I crack it open,
peeking out. The guard was running, holding his a*s as he raced toward the elevators. I snicker and slip out the door before
using the fire exit to get to the underground parking lot.
My heart raced, as I made my way down the stairs waiting for alarms of my break-out to go off, waiting for chaos, but it never
came, until eventually, I found myself in the parking lot. A giddy feeling rises in my chest as I press the button on the key fob after
finding his car and I slip into the driver’s seat. The engine roars to life, and I smile, my fingers gliding over the steering wheel.
“Let’s get out of here,” Lexa laughs, as I navigate my way out of the parking lot. Not one guard stopped me, unable to see
through the windows, and I laughed as I pulled onto the road before I pressed my foot on the gas; the tires screeched, and we
were finally free, finally escaping the clutches of our mate.