Luna on The Run: I Stole The Alpha’s Son
Chapter 22

All night I lay frozen on the bed n*ked, I couldn’t get the image of how he killed Mary and I was freezing since the blankets peeled off me when he rolled.

Lexa had spent all night sobbing in my head.

While I spent all night trying not to piss off the man who had Alisha locked in the cage beneath us in the basement.

I felt trapped and my skin crawled as I wracked my brain trying to figure out how I didn’t realize all this time he was a vampire.

The bed dips as Jake gets up to pee and my breath hitches in my throat as he flicks the lamp on.

I squint at the brightness and watch him wander to the bathroom before returning.

However, before I can close my eyes he sees I am awake.

He crawls onto the bed and hovers over me.

The chains around my wrists and ankles rattle as the bed moves.

They felt heavy and my shoulders ached from having my arms above my head all night “You’re awake?” he purrs, leaning down and k!ssing me.

Lexa’s hackles instantly rise and I have to stifle the urge to growl and bite him.

Reminding myself that we would replace a way out, we had to, my babies lives depended on it and so did Alisha’s.

Jake l!cks and svcks my neck, his l!ps traveling downward when I feel a strange sensation roll over me, my legs open and he chuckles l!cking at and svcking my bre*asts.

“You will enjoy it, Elena, you always do,” he growls biting my n!pple when I move under him, trying to get away, he growls and that sensation rolls over me ten times harder and tears spring in my eyes finally recognizing the strange sensation I have always confused for attraction and lvst.

It wasn’t us, it was him.

My h!ps lift and a m0an escapes my l!ps.

“Much better,” he purrs.

“I need to pee!” I blurted out not knowing any other excuse to come up with.

Jake sits up and stares at me.

He growls annoyed before reaching for the keys in the bedside table.

He pulls it out and unlocks my hands and feet.

I race toward the bathroom and move to shut the door when his foot stops it.

“Jake?” “Hurry up,” he says and I try to close the door when he pushes his way in.

My heart rate picks up as he leans against the sink basin.

“You needed to pee?” He tells me and I stare at the doorway.

“Pee, Elena, or was that a lie?” he asks and I swallow moving toward the toilet.

I sit on it staring at the tiled wall.

This was so degrading and I replace I can’t pee, not even to force myself.

“Can you at least turn around?” I murmur and he turns slightly.

Come on, come on pee, please moon goddess make me pee.

I thought, not wanting to risk angering him.

He taps his foot impatiently and I could see his annoyance clear on his face.

He growls loudly, noise making my skin prickle with goosebumps as he turns to grab me when I suddenly pee.

Tears nearly spring to my eyes as his hand stops just grabbing my hair.

He pulls his hand back quickly.

“Sorry, I thought you told me a porky pie,” he chuckles as I finish using the toilet.

When I am finished I hesitantly move toward the sink to wash my hands, feeling his lingering gaze on me.

“I feel so much better with all this out in the open, no need to hide what I am anymore,” he says, handing me a hand towel.

I accept it, giving him a nod, not knowing what else to say.

“Let me get you back to bed, Pet, you must be cold,” he tells me his finger circling around my are0la where my n!pple had hardened from the cold.

He grabs my arm steering me toward the bed and my heart races as he motions for me to sit down.

I looked for anything to use as a weapon but found nothing and knew I wouldn’t.

I always thought he was a minimalist, now I was wondering if it was intentional.

Jake reaches for the chains.

“My wrists hurt, can we leave them off,” I ask him.

“Not until I can trust you, Pet,” “You can, I will be good.

I have been good, haven’t I?” I ask him playing whatever f*****g sick game this is to him.

He grips my chin, lifting my face up.

He brushes his thumb across my l!ps.

“You have, but it has been a big day for you.

You should rest,” he says, letting me go and fiddling with the chains.

He locks the padlock and chain back on my wrist and goes to do the other one when he stops.

He drops the chain and tilts his head observing me.

“Maybe I could be convinced,” he tells me and I look up at him.

He nods toward his crotch and my eyes dart to the huge bulge in his shorts.

I swallow and my l!ps part.

“So what will it be? I can chain you down to the bed or maybe I will just chain one hand, but I want something in return,” he tells me.

I shake my head when he grabs my hair, jerking my head back and making me shriek, my other hand clutching his wrist where he was ripping my hair out.

“See, now how did I know you would say no?” He growls.

“I am just tired,” I tell him, as he pulls harder, my scalp burning as the hairs tugged painfully and my neckaches from the way it was craned back.

“I don’t like liars Elena, you wouldn’t lie to me, would you? I don’t want to have to punish you,” he growls before running his tongue up the side of my face.

Tears burn the back of my eyes.

“You won’t hurt me, you love me,” I tell him.

“Yes, you’re right.

I do love you, but I won’t stand for you lying to me, I would never hurt you, Pet.

But you don’t want me punishing you,” he whispers his hand moving over my belly, and Lexa whimpers in my head as he taps his fingers against my belly, his nails scratching my skin so hard I knew they broke the skin.

“Do what he wants, do it,” Lexa begs me and I nearly choke at her words as I let go of his wrist clutching my hair and instead reach for his shorts.