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.

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 my plate from me and cutting the

holds a piece out, pinched

robotically I do as I am

like that, and I try not to cringe whenever I accept

and I follow him around like an obedient pet when he starts setting out some of my clothes, something he never lets

for an entire week now, and I almost cried at the

only, and you don’t leave it,” he

my head, already plotting ways I could try

up my spine, his words floating in my head “You will not speak of what I am or anything about Alisha in the

not speak of anything that goes on up here or in this building,

everything, yet my voice was

he says, kissing me and forcing his tongue into

get dressed,” he says,

scramble to

Lexa asks,

the apartment,” I

“Alisha?”

“We’ll see.

a plan to get help,”

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I was working in the kitchen,

served customers he was directly behind me and I was beginning to

was caught, he would not only punish me but probably kill the person

worked on building trust and worked on a plan to get down to see

cleaning the benches when I heard the doorbell signaling someone

Jake to greet them, but when I heard a

door, I saw it

regulars here and

the street where Jake bought most of his cakes