Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 31

Chapter 31 Elena POV Sniffling. I wiped my nose on the back of my sleeve, the tears hadn’t stopped since he killed her.

And my teeth chattered from the shock, my shaking was uncontrollable.

Jake had allowed me to keep my clothes for once. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Not that I cared for anything right now.

I had known Alisha all my life, she was always a permanent fixture.

Lexa had done nothing but wail in my head in her grief.

And I just wanted it to end, wished he would just kill me and get it over with.

After he killed her, Jake had led me upstairs, my ass and back burned furiously from his belt as I sat in the chairat the dining table.

He spent a good hour fixing the door I broke the locks off of and he wasnow cooking me lunch.

I wasn't hungry, Jake set the plate down on the table in front of me.

His entire demeanor had changed, it was almost as if I had imagined it all, andif I couldn't still feel the welts tarnishing my skin I may have believed him as he sang and moved about the kitchen in a cheery mood.

Lost in my despair, I don't come back to my surroundings until he comes to sit by me.

I don't move or even look at the food he placed in front of me.

I just stared blankly coming to terms with my fate and that of my babies, we were all going to die.

No one would ever know what happened to me or Alisha.

It would be like we never existed.

If I never went with Axton to his hotel room, none of this would have happened.

I should have rejected him the moment those elevator doors opened and ran from him.

“I made your favorite, sunny side up," he tells me, nudging my plate closer as he takes his seat.

I don't know where he got that idea from about eggs being my favorite nor did I care because Iwouldn't be eating them.

Alisha's death just kept replaying on a permanent loop inside my head.

How I had failed her and I had no way of letting her mother Julie know.

“Eat, Pet.

I made it special for you," he tells me while sipping his coffee.

"How about you eat that all up and I will run you a bath, then we can watch movies and spend the day resting together,” he tells me.

I glare at him.

Jake was a sick fuck, cruel and a fucking monster.

It sickens me that we were friends with him for years and had no idea we were just lambs to theslaughter Nothing they ever taught could have prepared me for it.

No one knew they could compel you or command you to do as they pleased, we were always taught they couldn’t compelus because of our wolves, yet in our a human form that was clearly wrong.

If they did I don't know if it would have made a difference seeing as Icouldn't shift, I was basically human while pregnanat unable to fight his compulsions.

He was so much faster and stronger than they taught us.

It was probably from drinking werewolf blood.

As old as my father was, he couldn't tell the monster hidden behind the facade he put on.

And Alisha couldn't even escape his charms all that trying got her was a slow tortuous death.

“Go fuck yourself,” I tell him.

Jake tilts his head to the side.

His eyebrows raise and Lexa whimpers in my head at my words, she didn’t want me putting ourbabies at risk but they already were, and he would eventually kill us.

I would rather it be before they were born, then after not knowing what would happen to them.

I don't even know if they are okay from all the beatings he has given me over thepast few weeks, although I could still feel them moving.

He hadn' t taken me back to that doctor friend of his for a check up since my ultrasound.

It is better that I die now while they are still in my body.

Death is better than him hurting them to get me to do what he wants.

He lost his leverage the moment he killed Alisha.

"Would you like to reword what you said, I am feeling lenient today, although if you keep that attitude I may need to get my belt again,” he says, reachingto grab my face.

I jerk my head away and he clicks his tongue.

“You just need to kill me.

I rather die than be used for your sick torture or even my children.

Take all my blood and once I am gone you'll no longer have your Pet to torment any longer.

Then I will be able to finally rest in peace, knowing I will never have to see your face again.” “Why would I do that, silly goose.

You are of no use to me dead.

I know you are hormonal, would you like something else?" he says, grabbing my plate.

I say nothing, choosing to ignore him.

Jake waits for me to answer him but I refuse to give him one.

He walks into the kitchen before returning and grabbing my arm in his vice-like grip; hauling me away from the table to the living room.

He flicks the TV on and picks a movie before grabbing a blanket and pillow and motions for me to sit besidehim.

I stand there frozen at his insanity, like I would just continue to play his perverted game of house any longer.

When I don't move, Jake yanks me down next to him forcefully.

I snatch my arm away as he goes to raise his hand to strike me.

When I don't flinch awaiting the hit, he drops his hand.

Jake is slowly realizing he has lost this battle with me, there was nothing left to live for, there was no hope left.

I can see him scrambling to come up with something to gain back his control, “Maybe I’ll take you to see my friend andget you another ultrasound, how does that sound?" He couldn't be serious? Why would I even want to see my children, knowing they were as good as dead the moment they took their first breaths.

I just blink and don't even bother with nodding or using any words.

I continued to stare at him like he grew another head.