Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 43

Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 43

Elena POV

A Week Later

I was on the brink of going insane; Axton had hooked up the house phone the night of our argument. We also hadn’t seen Khan since, and we knew he was suppressing his wolf. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

A week passed, and I waited expectantly for Khan to re turn, only he didn’t, and after a few days, I gave up. We could smell the sleeping pills seeping out of his pores.

So for the past two days, we have been plotting our es cape. He should have left the house phone cut off because that was his undoing, and I believe the only reason he left it on was so I had no reason to try to escape if I could speak with, my mother freely. More fool on him, I have been speaking with her, and we had been devising my escape daily.

All day I sat by the phone, waiting to hear if she was able to pull it off behind my father’s back. He had her on house ar rest, too, she never said much of what happened when she re turned home, and I could only imagine. I tried to convince her to leave with me, but my father must know something was up because she said Luke never left his side, and she won’t go without him. Hearing the phone’s musical ringtone, I rush to ward it, snatching it off its holder.

“Hello?”

“We have guests coming for dinner tonight. I left a dress for you on the foot of my bed. Put it on, and make yourself presentable. Tierney will be by to help you cook at five,” Axton tells me before hanging up. I stare at the screen as the screen blinks, flashing green and red. “Great, whoever these people are, we now have to play house for appearance purposes. I wonder if he plans to fake our death when

the twins are born?” Lexa growls in my head. I go to place the phone down, only for it to ring again. I checked the number and determined not to answer it if it was Axton’s number. Seeing it is my moth er’s, I answer, holding the phone to my ear.

“You’re leaving tonight, be ready,” my mother says into the phone.

“Mum?”

“Axton has organized a council meeting. Tierney will be by to help you.”

“Wait, Tieriny from your pack?” I asked her. I recognized the name when Axton said it but didn’t think he meant the same person. Having said that, she did own a well-established restaurant with a five-star rating on neutral territory and was the main place the Council used for functions. However, I was shocked Axton would keep her on the council books.

“Yes, I have already spoken to her, we have a plan, and that plan has now been moved to tonight, not next week,” my mother says when I hear a door open and shut before hearing my father’s voice in the distance.

“You won’t believe what that prick has left me out of-”

“I gotta go, wait for Tieriny,” she says, hanging up.

Was this even going to work? I so desperately wanted out of here and away from Axton. My heart stung a little, knowing I would be leaving Khan in the process. I hurry to Axton’s room to retrieve the dress. Pulling it out of the garment bag, I was stunned at how gorgeous it was, knowing all the while it was just for show.

I felt like I was spinning out of control till Lexa reigned me in, “Relax and breathe, Elena. You can do this. Get your hair together, put on some make-up and play the part. Fake it till we make it out of here.”

Lexa’s reassurance was enough for me to get myself together. I only had an hour before Tieriny arrived to get myself “presentable,” as Axton put it.

Digging in the closet for my flats to wear tonight, as I get ready, my mind wanders, and as I stare in the mirror, I can see the scars his claw marks left across my chest. They were faint, so I pulled the dress up slightly to hide them. Khan must have convinced him to allow the phone; just thinking of Khan has me emotional because I can’t even say goodbye to him. I hate Axton, but Khan, no, Khan, I don’t hate.

Tears began to well up in my eyes, and I don’t know if it was from the pregnancy hormones or the weight of every thing that had happened over these five months. I was going to miss Khan. He and these babies were the only good things to come out of all the shit I’ve endured. I tuck the letter away. I

showered quicker than I ever have in my life, set my flat iron up, bumping my hair in sections and pinning the soft curls in place to style later.

I applied my make-up, put my dressing gown on to meet Tierney in the next ten minutes, and headed to the kitchen to grab the plates to set the table. I hear the door open just as I place the silverware in its proper place. A few pack members come in with boxes of what I assume to be what I am expected to cook for the council meeting. They do not even acknowl edge my presence.

Tierney walks in as they walk out with a tray in her hand; I begin pulling the contents of each box out and placing it on the kitchen island. Ten cornish hens, cauliflower, broccoli, a few different kinds of cheese, and veggies were laid out. We began with the hens as they would take the longest to cook. I made a seasoning base in a bowl to marinate the ten hens while Tieriny prepared the trays.

“You look absolutely glowing, and I’m sure even more so in the near future.” Tierney gives me a side hug. “Now, I want you to pay very close attention to the hens.” Tierney lifts a small vial of what I assume is seasoning; I furrow my brows, con fused as we had already marinated the hens, “This little

special gem I want you to use only for the hen you serve to Thomas. That son of a bitch gave me a bad rating because I turned down his illicit proposal.”

| arched my brow, “as in the….” Tierney answered my un finished question. “The vile excuse of a wolf had the Gaul to

proposition me like some common whore. These men think they hold all the power, like we will kneel to their every whim, and it is women like us that need to knock them down on their asses. Or, in this case, make them shit their guts out. Make sure you give that imp a nice healthy dose, too, half should do the trick,” Tierney winks at me, placing it in my hand. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

“I never liked the direction things had been going for a very long time. It is why I kept my business in neutral territory. No one will play tug of war with me, no matter what pack it is. Your mother would have made a superb Alpha had she not been mated to your father.”

I was a little confused by what she had just said. “What do you mean? Women aren’t Alpha’s, only Luna’s.” Tierney adds nothing further except, “Mmhmm, just as patriarchal wants and needs everyone to believe,” she had a point. My father was a perfect example with how without my help the pack was slowly falling apart. He was the head of the pack yet I was the one that did the work and come to think of it, before me it was my mother. That thought has me glancing at Tiereney. She smiles and I chuckle, finally getting what she meant. She reaches past me for a tea towel and nods toward the counter.

“The freezer bag on the counter,” she says, peering over her shoulder at me. I stop and look at her. She nods to the bag, and I move toward the insulated bag full of different veg

etables.

Si se “Dig to the bottom. It’s from your mother,” she says, and I

find an envelope. I feel it, and I find it has three oblong pills in

“Sneak three in his drink,” she says without looking up from what she is doing. I quickly slip into my dress.

“That doesn’t help with the door,” I whisper, going back to the hens.

“No, but knock him out. The key is on his car keys,”

“The guard?”

“Will be taken care of; I am slipping him some too, Michael is on tonight, and I brought his favorite dessert, Lava cake!” she says. I glance at her, and she sends me a wink. “Your mother is going to cause a diversion at the border, slip out the

eastern borders,” she tells me.

“And how do I get there?” | asked her, seeing as it was their plan. “Well, once Axton is out, you won’t just have the key to the apartment but to his Aston Martin in the parking garage,” she laughs.

“Hardly conspicuous,” I tell her.

“You don’t need to be. They will assume you are him,”

“And what do I do with it once I leave? I won’t be able to use it aqain, and he will report it missing,”

“The pills will have him out for 24 hours. What better way to say fuck you than burn his most prized possession,” Tierney laughs. I already knew where I would go, that I had figured out, one place he would never look, but also right under his nose.

He wouldn’t expect me to hide in the same town I was in last time, so that is exactly what I was doing. I would drive to the rogue commune. No chance of being snitched on when all the women there can’t risk being caught either.

With my favorite knife, I cut the potatoes into thin circular slices, placing them in the bakeware for potatoes au gratin. A plan formed in my head as I set to work. Doing quick work, I cut the cauliflower and broccoli in a deep pan for a cheddar soup. I lightly stem the baby spinach adding a small amount of bouillon base to give just the right amount of flavor, not to overwhelm the senses as most low-rate chefs do.

I placed the hens at 400 degrees with the oven preheated to give them a nice golden finish while retaining the juiciness. The creme brulee was already set before my arrival, thanks to my handy bain- marie. So the only thing that needed to be done was to caramelize them.

Times slips by, and before we know it, I hear the door. Ax ton comes in and looks me over, gives me a nod of approval, and says a quick hello to Tierney before rushing off to shower and get dressed. She grabs some wine glasses out and the bottle of red wine, popping the cork.

“Better yet, save the poop juice for his wine, serves his last. I don’t want to ruin the taste of the hen,” she says, and I chuckle.