Luna on The Run: I Stole The Alpha’s Son
Chapter 40

Khan came through with a phone, kinda. He told me he didn‘t want to ask Eli, however he improvised and found a spare cord to plug the handset in that was in the living room, I just had to make sure to hide the cord before he got home.

My mother and I arranged to meet up the next day after I spoke with her, we are supposed to meet at a small cafe. She said she would wait for me since I couldn‘t give her a definite time frame.

Pulling on some jeans, I realized how much my belly had grown when I couldn‘t get the buttons to do up, instead opting for some tights and a shirt, I mostly wore pajamas since I never went anywhere but now trying to wear real clothes, nothing Axton gave me fit anymore.

Even my belly was poking out the bottom of my shirt. Chewing my l!p, I wander across to his room and twist the handle. Pushing it open a little he was already gone, his bed was made and the room spotless like the rest of the place.

Stepping into his room, I shudder at the thought of him catching me in here. I never came in here and usually left his washing in the basket by the door.

However, looking around I replace his walk–in closet, which had a door inside that was to a huge ensuite. It was so large it even had a jacuzzi tub in the center and a massive shower that could easily fit half a dozen people. Shutting the door, i rummage through his clothes, stealing one his signature black shirts and one of his hoodies.

I pull them on quickly before rushing out to see another door. Intrigued, I move toward it and open it. It was an office. My brows furrow wondering why he had one here and also one next door nearly identical when I spot the other door.

I walk through his office only to come out in the hall. I glanced back the way I came to what I thought was just wall paneling but was a secret door into his bedroom. “Huh, I am slightly curious to go press on all the walls now,” Lexa tells me.

“That will have to wait, we need to go meet mum,” I tell her. Slipping my slippers on and I hunted for some shoes but all Axton‘s shoes were much too big. Huffing, I race back to the room and quickly retrieve the phone cord before racing back out, plugging it back in and dialing my mother‘s phone. It rings a few times before she answers.

“Everything alright?” she asks.

“I have no shoes, only slippers,” I tell her. She pauses for a second. “Okay, I will go grab you a pair and I will ring you when I am out the front, I will park near the old pawn shop down the side alley across the road” she tells me and I let out a breath of relief.

We quickly say goodbye and I stare at the handsets screen the entire time because I had to turn the volume off so the guard outside didn‘t hear it ring. It lights up about ten minutes later and I quickly answer it.

“I am waiting outside for you,” she tells me and I hang up, checking my pockets for the cash Khan gave me. I re–pocket it before moving toward the kitchen. Hesitantly, I look at the door hoping the guard hadn‘t gone on a pee break or something.

I could set the alarms off but I needed a reason for him to not only open the door but come inside so I could sneak out. Meaning I had to start a fire, something to distract him. I turn the gas on and light the stovetop.

Grabbing some tea towels from the drawer, I chuck them on it, watching them burn and the room fills with smoke; I use another to waft the smoke toward the alarms when they suddenly go off. Blaring loudly, and I clutch my ears stepping away from the stove top, I hit the kill switch on the wall to shut the gas off and wait.

The ringing grows louder and I watch the door as the flames get higher, making me wonder what the heck those tea towels were made of. Seconds later I hear the door handle and I rush out of the kitchen to stand in the hall by the door.

It bursts open and a man gasps, racing toward the p*ntry when he sees the flames. He grabs the little fire extinguisher of the wall beside it and pulls the pin. I don‘t wait around using the smoke as camouflage; I race out the doors only to hear footsteps.

“I thought there was only one guard?” Lexa panics and I spot the fire exit, I race down the steps getting a weird feeling of Deja–Vu like the first time I escaped Axton. Only that turned into a disaster.

I could hear people yelling as I rushed down each floor, and even heard a door on a level up open and close. I keep going, my slippers luckily muffling the sound of my slapping feet on the stairs when I burst out the doors onto a grassy area beside the apartment complex. Pulling the hood over my head, I clutched my belly, I had a stitch and I was p*nting from the exertion.

Keeping my head down, I walk out the front and past the manicured hedges toward the street. I raced down the alleyway, before coming to the main stretch spotting my mother‘s car in the alley across the road right where she said she would be.

Next to the pawn store. Checking both ways! dart across the road and hear her start the car. My heart races as I move to the passenger side and jump in and she takes off.

I pull the hood off once we are far enough away from his territory and turn in my seat. Luke‘s eyes widen and his l!ps quiver. “EI,” he chokes and so do I.

“Hey buddy,” I tell him as he reaches forward for me. I grip his fingers and notice the way my mother‘s l!ps tremble as I hold his hand awkwardly, turned in my seat. She glances at me with tear–filled eyes before finally pulling up at the cafe.

Luke lets me go and the moment he does mum grabs me. I bury my face in her neck. “I got you baby,” she murmurs while sobbing. I nod unable to form words, just relieved to be able to touch her.