Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 34 – Elena POV

I had been in and out of consciousness for hours, finally able to sleep. I hadn‘t realized how little I had while staying with Jake. Yet I was beginning to believe safety and stability were a mythical concept as I woke up to Doc jamming a needle in my arm. My eyes fluttered open at the sound of Axton‘s voice, that painful reminder of him rejecting me back only now made me realize my connection to him was severed.

How I hadn‘t noticed, or it slipped my mind that the bond wasn‘t fully broken until he broke it, was beyond me. Now to match the pain in my back, I found a void in my chest, a coldness and sinking feeling to go along with it. It felt like dread, like someone had removed a limb, and I was now having to learn to live without it. Lexa had fallen quiet.

She reveled in the sound of his voice despite the broken bond, and reveled in the safety he could offer. Yet some part of me knew I wasn‘t safe here, either. And his following words proved it. “I don‘t care about her.

I just want to know if my twins are okay?” he asks, and I look at Doc; his eyes flick down to me before moving behind me, which makes me turn my head to find Axton on the other side of me while Doc draws blood.

Axton glances down at me, his face expressionless before he looks at Doc again. “Ring me when you get the results back,” he says before walking out. We watch him leave and Doc sighs heavily.

cotton ball over it. He offers nothing

ask him, and he stops, turning back and looking at me. “Are my babies okay?” I ask him, sitting up. “Yes, the Alpha‘s babies

that, some unsettling feeling washed over me and I couldn‘t explain why it bothered me so much. Looking down, I am in a blue hospital gown, and I vaguely

was grateful for. Nothing more degrading than being forced

and grip the handle, wanting to find Axton and see what is going on. And if he had spoken to Alisha‘s parents. I was

of mistake or the door was jammed, yet twisting it again, it doesn‘t budge. I even try yanking on it, still it does

here? “He probably thinks we will run,” Lexa tells me, yet she felt oddly numb with her words in my head. Void of emotion behind her

answer. There is a bathroom off to the side, and I wander in wanting to shower, wanting to feel some semblance of normal, but what is normal now? I hoped

on a chair beside the bed. He motions toward the