Xo Novel
Chapter 38
Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 38
Read Luna on The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Son Chapter 38 – The next month passes by in a blur. Every afternoon a new woman; never the same woman, but every night a new one would show up on his arm, and every night Khan would sneak into my room. Yet after the first woman, I never spoke to Khan, ignored his presence completely after finding out Axton blocks him out when he is with them. Which confirmed my thoughts of what they were doing in that room. Why else would they go to his bedroom? Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
For a month I had been locked in this house, so I knew I missed Alisha’s funeral. I had tried to ask Axton about it, but he never seemed to be alone when he returned home, and Khan refused to ask because he didn’t want Axton to know he was taking control of his body at night. He said something about Axton sedating him. Apparently, he had done that in the past, though he refused to tell me why.
However, he had allowed me to speak to my mother, who rang his phone on the sly without my father finding out. She had been pestering me about getting a phone because Axton never let me use his for long. She confirmed I missed Alisha’s funeral, but she read the paper leaflet to me over the phone and she told me Alisha’s parents don’t blame me for what happened, and that I should have been there but I doubted I was getting out of this house before my sons were born.
I had just finished getting dressed, though I wondered why I bothered at all. It wasn’t like I had ever left the apartment. But this morning, I was trying to catch Axton before he left for work, knowing I would have no chance to speak to him when he came home. Slipping my socks on, I open the door hearing the kettle in the kitchen whistling, and I bounce on my heels, knowing I haven’t missed him; padding down the hallway, I find Axton leaning against the counter, phone in hand as he typed away. He was wearing his usual blue suit and a black button-up shirt. I moved to make his coffee, hoping he was in a good mood this morning.
He lifts his head as I move past him. “What did you sh*t, the f**king bed? Why are you up?” he growls at me. Ignoring his comment, I grab the kettle and an extra cup down. What else did he expect me to
do? Besides cleaning this place and cooking, there was nothing else to do but sleep and watch TV.
I make his coffee, handing it to him, and he turns to walk over to the dining room table. I wait for him to pick up his newspaper, making myself a cup of tea before leaning on the counter. I knew better than to get too close to him, Khan I could, but Axton, I knew better, more than better, because his nasty comments or growls always ended with me crying in my room later that night.
“Axton?” I murmur, looking down at the mug between my fingers, and he sighs, setting his newspaper down to look at me. “What, Elena?” he asks, not even trying to hide how much he hates me.
I chewed my lip, already regretting getting up early to ask. I had a sinking feeling I knew the answer, no. Which was his go-to answer any time I asked him anything. “Well, are you going to speak or stand there like a f**king moron?” he snaps at me. Lexa growls in my head, and I hated that I even had to ask. It was embarrassing. My lip quivers as I try to find a way to ask without upsetting him.
“I was wondering if maybe you could get me a phone,” he raises an eyebrow at me, and I scramble for words. “Or maybe fix the house phone. It would save me having to borrow yours when I want to ring my mother,”
“A phone? You want a phone? Anything else?” he asks, and I scratch the side of my belly. I became itchy when nervous, and right now, I wasn’t sure if he was being serious and if I should ask for the other thing.
“Maybe, I.. um…maybe you could lend me some money to go out with Mum. She wants to take me baby shopping, she asked the other night, but I have no money,” I tell him. My face heats, no my entire body does as I ask. I had never felt so degraded in my life. I have never had to ask someone for money before. Growing up, I always had access to my trust, and I always worked, but here I had none of that.
“My sons need nothing; that is taken care of, and as for you, I give you enough. I feed you, clothe you, provide a roof over your head, be grateful for what you have because the goddess knows you don’t
deserve it,” he snaps at me before rising from his chair; he drinks the rest of his coffee before chucking the mug in the sink, making it shatter. Glass shards spray out, and I yelp in shock before he storms out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
“Well, that went well. Are you sure he isn’t related to that human f**kwit off TikTok?”
“Huh?” I ask her.
“You know the man who thinks he’s god’s gift
to women. The one Alisha always b*tched about.”
“You know, big mouth to go with an over inflated ego, making out women should worship at man’s feet,” Lexa says. I shake my head at her, not knowing who she is talking about while walking back to our room to devise a Plan B.
“Andrew Tate!” she screams, finally remembering his name. “We should check his phone next time. That fool trying to brainwash all men into thinking their big mouths and screaming loud enough will make up for their tiny d**ks and sh*tty personalities.” I roll my eyes at her while listening to her drone on. She is just as bad as Alisha.
“Can we please talk about the problem at hand, and not some kn*b who blows air up his own a*s to inflate that big head of his?” I ask her.
“Oh, yeah, right? What are we doing again?” she asks, and I groan “Oh, right? escape plan.” Lexa thinks for a few seconds.
“Maybe we can ask Khan?” she asks, and I think for a few seconds. “What if he tells Axton?”
“And snitch on himself for overtaking his body, doubt it. No harm in asking,” she tells me. She did have a point. It wasn’t like we had anything left to lose.