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Chapter 87
Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 87
Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 12
“It’s fine. I am playing around. But if you want my scent, I am right here.” he smiles at me, showing all his pearly white teeth and I roll my eyes.
“If you’re here you might as well take advantage of the bond, El. I definitely won’t complain if you want to scent me.” he teases before chuckling. He pats his chest and I look at him, my eyes tracing over the tattoos that are on his left pec and shoulder.
“Don’t you dare!” Lexa growls at me, but what would it hurt, besides I know I would sleep better and I hardly sleep with the boys. One night couldn’t hurt, right?
“Are you trying to send us into heat?” Lexa growls angrily.
“I’m breastfeeding!” I tell her, annoyed at her dramatics, besides, he is our mate.
“We are too close. You are asking for trouble,” she warns, yet I purse my lips, fighting temptation, the bond yearning for its Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.
mate.
“EI?” Axton laughs softly. “Come on, you know you want to.” he smiles, his eyes flickering to Khan and I feel the bond tug at Lexa who sighs giving in and as soon as she lets go of the restraint I didn’t realize she is holding in a death grip, I all but throw myself at him. It was like a someone a pulled back a slingshot and the moment she let go I was launched at him, very embarrassingly so.
The bond flares at the offer and I didn’t realize how much Lexa was suppressing the bond until she let her control go of the control I didn’t know she had. Axton makes an oomph sound as I crush him and my face flames, making me wish the
bed would open up and swallow me.
Instantly I go to move off him, but his arm snakes around my waist, pulling me back and tucking me closer. “Stop, I know it’ s the bond. You’re not the only one fighting it, El.” Axton murmurs before pulling my arm across his waist. I settle against him, tossing my leg over him, only for him to grip my thigh and drag my leg higher.
‘But let’s not test my self-control too much,” Axton growls when I feel his lips press to my forehead. I yawn, his scent enveloping me and the bond finally settles, while exhaustion sweeps over me like a tsunami.
“I don’t like this. We shouldn’t be this close.” Lexa murmurs, yet I can feel she is relishing in his scent and the feel of his overly warm, skin.
My eyes close and I feel my face fall slack as my entire body turns to putty as sleep takes me.
“This is how it should have been from the start,” Axton whispers just before I pass out.
The sun beaming through the slight gap in the heavy drapes wakes me. I groan, the light making my eyes flutter to find I am still laying on Axton. I sluggishly try to find the reason why I have awoken, yet the boys I can see on the tiny monitor on the bedside table next to Axton are fast asleep.
“I warned you, I warned you, but you never listen to reason.” Lexa huffs. I sit up, wondering what she is talking about.
“Why did you wake me?” I growl at her, lifting my head off Axton’s chest. I admire his resting face, like this I could almost
forget why I am fighting the bond. He looks peaceful, and my eyes roam over his face, taking in every part of it, from his long lashes, lashes I wish I had. Down his straight nose to his full lips. He is
handsome.
“Yeah until he opens his mouth, and his attitude ruins everything.” Lexa mumbles.
“He was fine last night, and I had the best sleep.” I yawn, looking at his tattoos on his chest.
I peer down, finding I drooled all over him and I gasp. I wipe my mouth, mortified, while my stomach cramps viciously. Trying not to wake him, my hands hover over his chest, wanting to wipe it off before he notices I caused a puddle on his chest. I swipe my hand over it, only smearing it more and he moans at touch while I grit my teeth knowing if I keep touching him the bond will wake him.
“Crap, I need some tissues.” I hiss at Lexa, my eyes scan the room to see a tissue box sitting on his desk. I carefully remove my leg from across his waist and slowly pull the blanket back. Axton stirs and I climb out of bed, wondering why I feel wet.
Sneaking out of bed, I creep toward the desk and pluck some tissues out when I feel something warm trickle down my leg, making me stop dead in my tracks. “Please be pee, please be pee.” I squeeze my eyes shut. Glancing down, Axton’s boxer shorts are drenched in blood, and I swear the blood drains from my face.
Looking at the bed, I see Axton’s clothes are ruined and so is his bed. It looks like a massacre took place in the bed.
“A massacre of your uterus lining!”
“Lexa… What do I do?” I panic.
“Well for one, I think you’ll need more than tissues, you might as well give him your uterus you shredded most of it on him anyway,” Lexa growls at me while I stare in horror.
“But I’m breastfeeding.” is all my mind conjures up.
“I told you not to get too close and now, in a few days, you’ll set your damn heat in motion!” Lexa snarls when he stirs; he pats the bed, where I was lying, rolling over and straight into the ruined mess I made of his bed.
I gasp, wanting to erase last night, or go back and choose the couch. Anything as he sits up. Shame washes through me, and tears prick my eyes. What have I done? Axton grumbles, lurching upright and my eyes widen impossibly more when I see him lift his hand, which is drenched in blood.
“Elena?” Axton murmurs, half asleep, and staring at his hand in confusion.
“What the fuck! Elena?” Axton jumps up in a panic. Unable to face him, I rush for his bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking the door.