Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 23 – *****Trigger warning next 13 chapters are brutal. For DV, SA, READ AT OWN RISK,& I promise it will get easier to read after these initial ********* For a week, I have been chained to this bed, enduring Jake’s torments and his degrading acts as I sought to build his trust, but I am glad to say that it seems to be working because last night, he took off the chains and used his glamor instead to make me submit and not escape.

However, Lexa was losing hope with each passing day, and so was I. It was imperative we got out of here as soon as possible, we had less than three months until our babies were due, and I couldn’t imagine having them here because I knew they would not survive, and neither would I if something happened to them.

At the small dining table where I am seated, I am trying to cut my food with a fork while wondering if Alisha has eaten anything yet.

The man had refused to let me speak with her or to see her.

I wasn’t even sure she was alive anymore; I worried because last night he came back, reeking of her scent.

I remained chained to the bed as he went to work, only for him to return; when he did return, my nightmares came true.

“Maybe I could help in the cafe?” I offer, looking down at my plate.

“You know why you can’t, Pet,” he tells me, sipping his coffee.

I despised the nickname he gave me.

It made me feel like a dog, made me feel small.

Even Lexa had left me most days unable to handle watching my torment.

Receding into the back of my mind, she blamed herself for not picking up what he was, but how could we know when we had never meta vampire before? Not only that, he smelled like her every day he fed on Alisha, and I was beginning to realize why he always reeked of the rogue women at the settlement.

He was feeding on them.

I had asked why he smelled of Alisha, and he told me because he fed on her, that vampires smelled like their victims, which explains whyhe smelled like a human; Mary was human.

“You’ll be with me; I just want to help.

You work so hard,” I tell him, reaching for his hand.

words leaving my lips, yet I had come to realize over the past week he thrives on me submitting to him, begging him, and playing this sadistic game of housewife he has me playing “I’ll think about it,” he says, taking

out, pinched between two

robotically I do as I am

feeding me like that, and I try not to cringe whenever

he is finished, he gets dressed, and I follow him around like an obedient pet when he starts setting out

entire week now, and I almost cried at

only, and you don’t leave it,” he says, turning to face

plotting ways I could try to

foggy suddenly when I feel this strange shudder run up my spine, his words floating in my head “You will not speak of what I am or anything about Alisha in the

here or in this building, and you will not leave this building, ”he

my voice was robotic, commanding and not

girl,” he says, kissing me and forcing his

he

scramble to put clothes

going on?” Lexa asks, rushing

leaving the

“Alisha?”

“We’ll see.

on a plan to get help,”

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day, while I was working in the kitchen, Jake was watching my every

served customers he was directly behind me and I was

knew if I tried to slip them anything I was caught, he would not only punish me but probably kill the person I tried to

trust and worked on a

cleaning the benches when I heard the

heard a

head out of the kitchen door, I saw it was an

and loved Jake’s works

the bakery down the end of the street where