Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

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Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 47 – Elena
Pulling down the long, obscured road that weaved amongst the trees, nerves kicked in. What would the women think of me just
showing up unannounced? I wasn’t even sure if I was welcome here anymore. I kind of just dropped off the face of the earth and
left them with no word. Lexa also feels nervous, we escaped Axton, escaped with our babies, yet this was the only place I could
think of, and if they turn us away, I wasn’t sure what else to do. This was our only hope.
Slowly driving up the drive away, the sun was just begin ning to peek out between the clouds above the huge dilapi dated
warehouse. It was quiet, the huge warehouse doors closed, but I see movement in the one little window near the door beside the
huge roller doors.
Parking the car, I sit back in my seat. “Let them come out first. They’ll be wary. Open your door, so they can smell our scent,”
Lexa suggests. I see Noleen peer out the window be fore the door opens, and she steps outside. I open my door but don’t make
any move to get out of the car, knowing ! could spook her. Noleen approaches and I watch her sniff the air.
“Elena? Is that you?”
“Yes,”
“Then why are you sitting in the car?” she says, waving for me to hop out, and I let out a breath of relief before smiling and
grabbing the duffle bag off the back seat. I hop out and close the car door. “Where did you get the car?” she calls out.
“Yeah, I kind of stole it,” I sing out, and she stops. She sticks her fingers in her mouth and whistles, and the roller doors start
opening. “Well, don’t leave it there, are you trying to get us caught?” she laughs, waving for me to drive into the warehouse.
I chuckle and drive it in, and two of the women pull on the chains, closing the roller door behind me. Noleen points to the far
corner, which is empty, and I park it where she tells me to before climbing out of the car. The moment I do, she em braces me in
a hug.

A few of the women come over, in their arms are blankets, and one even brings some tea over. I step back, looking at Noleen.
“We were wondering if you got out safe,” she says, smiling sadly. I nod my head, accepting the tea, not realizing how cold my
hands are.
“So what are you doing here?” she asks as another woman drops the itchy blanket over my shoulders which are quite warm. I
see a few of the children waking up, their mothers tucking them under blankets to keep them warm.

Sucking in breath, I turn my attention back to Noleen. “I was hoping for a place to stay,” I tell her. “Well, if you want to slum it with
us, you’re more than welcome too,” she shrugs before pointing at the car. “But that is going to be an issue,” | turn, looking at the
car, and I cringe.
“Any ideas?” I ask and she chuckles.
“None, but we’ll figure it out. So who are you running from?” she asks, and I find more women moving closer want ing to hear
why I am here. “Same as all of you, my pack and my mate,” they all nod, some casting their gaze down to the ground.
“Well, then looks like you’ll fit right in here then,” Noleen says, leading the way over to a small setting area where a fire pit is
under a huge window, the steel walls black from the heat as the smoke billowed out the window. I chat with Noleen ex plaining
everything and what happened since I was found.
Also, about Axton, about the money I stole, and every thing I thought she should know. When I was finished, she showed me
around, and the women helped build me a bed out and found me some clothes that fit better than the ones | had in my bag.
A week Later.
For a week I have been at the rogue settlement, a week of hiding and the woman worked tirelessly hunting and tending to the
gardens, making things to sell at the local markets. I tried to offer them the money to help out, but they refused, saying that now
that Jake’s shop had shut it would be hard to get supplies with people asking questions, making me realize how much they had
relied on his supplies.
“How about I go into town? Most of the locals know me from the café, it wouldn’t be odd for them to see me in town, and none of
them picked up what I was when I worked there.’ I tell Noleen.

She chews her lip, her eyes moving to my belly. Yet they were out of everything, had been for a while, and relying heavily on
their hunting skills. Yet it has now been two days and not much wildlife around, especially not enough to feed everyone, so
anything they had managed to catch went to the children.
“It’s not safe,”
“Says who?” I ask her. She chews her lip. “Jake?” I ask her, and she nods, making me realize how much influence he had on
these women here.
“Well, Jake is gone. Money is money, it doesn’t matter where it comes from, and I got nothing to use it on, and noth ing to lose
right now, so we might as well use it. The town people aren’t that bad, I don’t think they care.”

“Yeah but Jake-”
“F**k Jake, you couldn’t trust him when he was alive, no way would I take his word for it, nothing happened to me or Alisha when
we were in the café, I don’t even think they real ized or if they did, they just didn’t care,” I tell her.
“Please Noleen, we need supplies, she is right. We have been in town a few times, and no one has said anything to us,” Chloe
says, while bouncing her daughter on her hip. Noleen’s brows pinch and Chloe’s daughter sneezes.
“She needs something for this cough, it won’t go,” she says, staring at her daughter worriedly.
“I’m going, I will be back, and don’t argue, she is right. We need supplies besides, I am due any day now; I need to get di apers
and formula,” I tell Noleen when I see Michelle wave her hand.
“I’ll come with you, better to travel in pairs,” she says, and I look at Noleen. “See, we’ll be back soon,” Noleen sighs and nods.
“But please be careful.” | nod to her, and Michelle loops
her arm through mine and nods toward the car. “Too bad we can’t take that, would save us having to lug all this crap back,”
“Yeah, I really should have thought of something else,” || admit. We start walking in town, the walk takes us over an hour and we
both only have the two backpacks. Yet the more I walked, the more pressure seemed to build in my crotch, making me
uncomfortable. Having to take a break, I stop by a tree, sitting down.
“Are you okay?” Michelle asks, and I pant, trying to catch my breath. Lexa stirs worriedly but doesn’t press forward. I had noticed
she has been quiet all day. Michelle hands me a drink bottle, and I take a sip, before passing it back to her.
“How much further?”
“Next street over is the main,” she says, offering me her hands, she pulls me to my feet, and we continue, sweat bead ing on my
head, and my legs were cramping. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.