Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 25 – Another Week Later I had given up. My life was routine now of Jake and not Jake.

Depending on his mood he hardly let me leave the apartment, bruises laced every part of my skin, the belt had caused deep welts and I couldn’t sleep properly for days, even now certain positions still hurt where the belt tore through my skin, yet he was careful not to mark my face for the few times he let me out for an hour or so.

Getting up, I cook his breakfast cringing as I hear him move around and get ready to go open the cafe when I feel his hand wrap around my body.

His fingers trace over my belly gently as I flip his egg.

“I will finish cooking, go get dressed,” he tells me and I look over my shoulder at him and nod.

I slip into the room to find warm tracksuit pants and one of his jumpers.

I pull them on while Lexa paces nervously in my head.

“They aren’t the usual work attire,” she worries, but I don’t answer.

It’s not like we had a choice, he said get dressed, we get dressed simple.

Yet still she paced, her nervous energy making me nervous.

“Pet, come food is done,” he calls, and I move toward the small dining area and take my seat.

“I have a surprise for you.

You can come help me drop supplies off at the settlement,” he tells me and I nod my head reaching for my fork.

He grabs my wrist in his painful grip before I grab it.

“What do you say?” he growls.

“You need to be more appreciative of the things I do for you.

I didn’t have to take you in,” he snaps, his grip tightens to the point I think he will snap my wrist.

you,” I tell him, and he lets

eat up.” he says, tapping

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box in my lap as we drove

I noticed the diapers and formula making me look up at

children are out here?” “Six, I think,” he answered, navigating the

always been out here?” I

so many questions,

I murmured, looking

loudly and reaches over,

stumbled across them one night,

go into the cafe and I followed

Petra was Mary’s daughter.

but I found out Mary’s daughter was taken from her when her father discovered

fled his pack to go back to her mother after she killed

out here, so the

fugitives for various

Now that surprised me.

helped her kill her father so she could escape and they could escape their abusive partners.” “And you

packs, no help, are wanted for their crimes, and the humans

I ask him, not meaning

them, they help me,” he

more questions,” he tells me, reaching

bag tossing it

was,

up some of the women were out front, tending to their vegetable patches, laundry or playing

women snatch up the kids and run off, while another woman warily waits for us

hate to have to kill someone,” Jake warns me and I grab the