Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 27 – “Filthy fucking rogues, after all I have

done for them,” he sneers. slamming his car door shut and I flinch.

He whirls to face me instantly.

“And you, taking their side when I was trying to teach them a lesson.

I had every right.

How dare she make demands of me,” he snarls before starting the car.

The entire drive home I kept my face to the window, tears slipping down my face silently with my hands

clasped over my stomach.

From one nightmare to another.

Lexa had given up.

Now we were both helpless and at his mercy, and I couldn’t see a way out of it.

Jake smacks the dash as we stop at the back of the shop, pulling me from my troubled thoughts.

“That night we met?” I stopped not knowing what I was asking, not knowing where I was going with that

question.

Yet for some reason that night had played repeat on my mind for the last couple of days.

Alisha and I had snuck out.

We were drunk and wanted so desperately to see how the humans lived, how they lived without rules

and titles and without packs.

For one night, we wanted to pretend we were normal people.

So we snuck out through the old tunnels, yet once we arrived in the small town, it was quiet.

Not at all like we imagined, and then we got lost.

Both of us were too drunk to remember which way back, so we stopped in the cafe, which at the time we

did think was odd because it was after midnight and still open.

We planned to ask for directions.

When I tripped through the door and landed on my hands, I sliced it trying to grip the glass table, not

realizing how sharp the old metal trim around it was.

I look down at the scar that to this day still laced my skin, when Jake grips my wrist.

“That was the first night I got to taste your blood,” he groans, his thumb brushing over the scar.

He was right, Alisha freaked out, and he came running from the counter to help, clutching my hand in his

before wrapping it in a tea towel.

“Neither of you noticed Mary at my feet.

I thought for sure I was caught.

Then when I got a whiff that you were a werewolf, I just had to taste you,” he murmurs.

“You tasted better than you smelled, made me stronger, faster, and that sort of power was addictive,”

“Why were you even there?” I ask him, wondering where I went wrong that it landed here at this exact

moment.

“I saw Petra leave the cafe.

I was curious.

So I used my charms on Mary and found out about the rogue settlement with an entire pack of women to

use at my disposal.

I never expected you to walk through those doors that night.

It must have been fate,” Jake says, looking at me.

“Don’t you think, Pet.

Everything changed for the better that night,” he tells me.

I look away from him, nod my head, not wanting to say the wrong thing “Come, how about I run you a

nice hot bath?” he tells me.

*********

Jake allowed me to work in the cafe the next morning, told me if I behaved I could come downstairs, and

that Sondra was coming today to bring in some more deserts, hearing that I plotted ways to get a

message to her.

Three times Jake went down to the basement in the early hours of the morning.

All three times I asked if I could see Alisha.

The answer was no.

However, I managed to convince him to let me make her a burger, and he agreed, even bringing a photo

of her up eating it.

It was the confirmation I needed to know for now she was still alive.

Hearing the bell, we finally had a customer.

This morning had been unusually quiet because of some fair happening in town.

Walking out, I find it is Noleen.

She glances around nervously and I clear my throat, pointing to the box just as Jake comes out behind

me.

Jake drops his hand on my shoulder.

Noleen stares at me for a few seconds, then searches my face.

“Your apology?” Jake demands his hand on the crate of supplies.

Looking out the window, I see a bicycle with a milk crate attached to the handlebars.

Listening to Jake make her beg and plead made me sick, yet reluctantly he shoved the box at her when

she spoke again.

“Jake, can I make a request?” she asks, looking over the box’s contents.

“A request?” he asks, stopping.

She nods, looking down at the floor.

“Very well, let’s hear it?” he says.

“Some of the children are sick, I was wondering if you could speak to your doctor friend and get some

cough medicine, we also desperately need a few things to fix the water pipes again,” Jake sighs when

the bell sounds again and he looks up to see Sondra from the bakery trying to keep the door open while

her arms were stacked with desserts.

Jake presses his lips in a line, and hisses at Noleen, “One word,” he warns her and she nods when he

rummages in his pockets, producing a pen.

“Write a list of what she needs,” he tells me, pointing to the notepad before wandering off to help Sondra.

I stare at the pen.

I had prayed for days for a damn pen so I could try to slip someone a note and he just handed me one.

I quickly tear a piece of paper from the back of the notepad he usually wrote orders on, I glanced at Jake

and Sondra.

Noleen watches me and I scribble the only number I know on it off the top of my head.

My father’s Noleen suddenly leans forward on the box and I look up, scrunching the paper.

In my fist so it is tiny because Jake was coming toward us with a box of deserts.

“You’re Mary’s daughter’s friend, ah..

Give me a second, I am bad with names..” We all look at Sondra.

“Noleen, right?” she asks.

“Yes, Ma’am, that is correct,” Sondra smiles happily that she remembered, before her face falls.

“Lloyd always loved Petra, such a sweet girl,” Sondra says, and my lip trembles remembering yesterday.

Jake walks out the back and Noleen turns her head to see him slip into the kitchen before snatching the

paper from my hand and I let out a breath as she pockets it.

“You’ll have to tell Petra to come to see me.

Is she still around?” “Ah, she went on holiday, ma’am, to visit her mother in the nursing home,” Noleen

tells her.

Jake told me that Sondra and Mary were friends, and Sondra believes Mary was in a nursing home,

suffering from dementia “Oh, you still run the refuge for the women?” Sondra whispers, and I blink at her

when she winks at Noleen.

Noleen stares at her, stunned.

“Secrets safe with me, Mary was my best friend.

I was shocked to hear she took a turn, but‐” Jake comes back out.

“Jake sweetie, the box on top is full of cupcakes, I have a spare box back at the bakery, give them to

Noleen, I am sure the kids would love them,” She sends him a wink and he gives her a tight smile.

“Of course, so thoughtful of you Sondra,” Jake tells her, wandering off when Noleen snatches the pen

quickly scribbling the list down I had forgotten to write.

She had finished it by the time Jake returned.

Noleen grabs the box in her hands.

“It was lovely seeing you again, Sondra.

Tell Lloyd I said hello,” she says to her when Sondra smiles sadly.

‘Lloyd left us two nights ago dear,” Noleen opens her mouth to say something while I stare at her in

shock.

“It’s alright dear, he is no longer in pain,” Sondra tells her.

1 “I’m deeply sorry for your loss,” Noleen tells her, and Sondra pats her shoulder “I will dropthat extra box

of cupcakes off before I head back to the ranch tonight, Jake,” Sondra tells him, and Jake takes the

notepad and pen from me.

“I can pick it up after I close if you prefer,” Jake tells her and she nods, following Noleen out.

I watch as Noleen puts her supplies in the milk crate and Jake wanders back to the kitchen when she

looks up through the window.

She gives me a nod, and I suck in a breath.

Please, please come for us.

Now to wait and see if he forgave me enough to come for me.

Hopefully, Noleen would find access to a phone.