Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

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Chapter 50
Elena POV
Every day, Sondra stopped in for a week, today it is pour ing down with rain when we hear a loud rumbling engine as a car pulls
up. Last night, we had quite a scare. Helicopters were flying around the area, and after listening to the busted police scanner, we
learned they were looking for a stolen car. We all had no doubt whose, I knew it was just a ploy. Axton knows if he finds the car,
ultimately he finds me and the boys.
I watch warily from my bed and see Noleen’s posture change from tense to relaxed, and I know it can’t be anyone with sinister
intentions. She opens the huge doors when I hear a car rev out the front. What I am not expecting is to see an old yellow school
bus. The paint was faded and windows cracked, some missing, as she pulls it into the huge open space. The women all stand
looking at each other, wondering what is going on.
Sondra opens the bus door. “And where did you get that?” Michelle asks as Sondra steps out. She points to Axton’s car. “The
same place Elena got that. | stole it,” Sondra says. Michelle shakes her head. “She owns a ranch, that old junker probably been
sitting in her yard as an ornament,” Noleen rolls her eyes at Michelle.
Yeah, it was kind of a stupid question to ask an old wom an, she doesn’t look like she shoplifted a pencil in her life, let alone an
entire bus.
“Right, pack your shit, or don’t. Either way, get your asses on the bus. You’re leaving.” Sondra says, clapping her hands. We all

look at her as if she suddenly sprouted tentacles and a
tail.
“Well, come on, come on,” she says, clapping at them. The women don’t question, just grab their few items and rush to ward it,
while Sondra strolls over to me. I get up, glancing at the bus before her as she stops at me.
“You were serious?” I ask her. She had said before we could stay at the ranch, but none of us thought she was truly serious.
Sondra raises an eyebrow at me as if to say don’t be ridiculous and holds her hands out for my son, a smile danc ing on her lips.
For someone who had never had kids, I could tell she adored them.
“You picked any names yet?” she asks as I lean down, scooping my other son out of the basket we made into a bed. “Kyan, and
Bane, not that it matters, not like I can register them,” I tell her. She looks at me funny.

“Registering them, we can work out. I may be able to help with that,” she tells me. I go to ask how, but she asks her head.
“But why Bane? Not that I don’t like it, but isn’t that the name your mother told you?” she asks. I sigh. “Yes, I spoke to my mother
the other day. Bane is Axton’s grandfather’s name. I messaged her to see if she could find out for me,” I tell her, stroking his little
cheek, his little lips jutting out as he stretch es in my arms.
“So you decided to name him after his great-grandfather, I know you were tossing up whether or not you wanted to?” she asks,
and I lick my lips, nodding my head.
“Kyan, I did a spin on Khan, and yes. I know Axton wanted to name one after his grandfather,” I admit, feeling a little guilty. I
couldn’t imagine not having them. It is why I sent the
photo to my mother.

“He did this to himself, Elena. Don’t feel guilty for leaving. But I like the names, it suits them.”
“Yeah, but he is their father,”
“And you did what you had to do. You don’t need him, and neither do they,” she tells me, and I nod my head. Yet be ing
homeless and living in a warehouse was not how I pic tured raising my boys.
“Now, it is starting to get dark. We need to get these car seats in. We will need the night to move that thing without being
noticed,” she tells me, nodding toward the car.
“Yeah, the choppers came over last night. We heard over the scanner they were looking for it,” | admit. She nods her head.
“Well, we can’t leave it here,”
“And it’s not like we can give it back,” I tell her. Stupid, I should have left it somewhere. Sondra smiles and rocks back on her
heels.
“Maybe we can,” she tells me, and I look at her, wondering what she means.
Michelle unlocks Axton’s car, and her and Noleen hook up the car seats in. “Sondra, seriously, you have helped enough. I have
money,” I tell her. “Hush, believe me, I will put you girls to work,” I snicker, and she nods to the doors where the rain is coming
down. It was nearly dark. “I call shotgun,” Michelle says. .

“Like hell you do. I call shotgun,” Noleen says, and I shake my head. “Good luck with those two,” Sondra says, passing me Kyan
while shaking her head as they fight over the pas senger seat. Sondra walks back to the bus before stopping on the stairs as I
move toward Axton’s car.
“And Elena, keep up,” she tells me. I look at the old bus, wondering what the heck she is talking about. The thing looked like it
was about to fall apart. Shaking my head, I move to the car, where they were still fighting over the passenger seat when Noleen
bites Michelle’s arm, making her scream before pushing her away. I laugh as Noleen slips into the seat and shut the door.
“Old bitty, you’re lucky I don’t kick your damn ass,” Michelle growls before looking at me.
“Can I drive?” she asks. “Definitely not,” I tell her, knowing she doesn’t know how to drive, and she sulks, coming over and
opening the door.

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