Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 29

Chapter 29 A week later The first night after giving Noleen the phone number, I stayed awake all night, under the false hope that myfather would be kicking down the door any moment to come to our rescue.

The second day I spent all day by the windows, waiting, watching only for the night to come, andthat hope dissolved.

By day three, Noleen came into the shop and told me she had delivered the message,and I knew he wasn't coming for me.

I knew that any hope that my father would come to save us was gone.

He didn’t care; I was no longer his daughter.

It also meant the only chance of escape was for us to find a way on our own, which was unlikely.

Or so I thought until Jake told me he had to go to the rogue settlement.

"This is our chance, we have to do it now," Lexa urged.

Noleen had come in and said they couldn't fix the pipes, and Jake was going out to attempt to fix themfor them and no doubt feed on them.

I stand by the window, the chain heavy on my ankle that is attached to the end of the bed.

As his car disappears around the corner, I race toward the bed and dig my hand under the dresser to retrieve the butter knife I stole from down inthe kitchen before prying up the floorboard.

The last couple of times I had gone to work downstairs in the cafe, I had managedto smuggle a butter knife and a broken meat tenderizer.

I pry the floor board up, grabbing the chunky piece of metal.

Although the handle was snapped off, it was the only thing I had in the way of a hammer.

I begin smacking the lock on the chain, repeatedly hitting it and trying to break it.

The metal dents from the repeated blow, and I smashed my fingers a couple of times when suddenly the padlock clicked and popped, the lock opening.

I blink down at it, shocked it worked.

So many times I had tried to break that lock and it never worked.

"Quick, quick,” Lexa urges, and I dig through the cupboards for clothes, pulling on one of Jake’s shirts before racing to the door towork on the locks.

They were harder to get through, but we managed after much banging, the wood on the door scratched and chunks missing from hitting the brackets before we bustedthe door handle clean off.

I hesitate as I stare out the now open door.

Fear washes over me at the thought of being caught, some part of me warning me of the consequencesand freezing me in place.

“El, El.

You need to move," Lexa urges, pressing beneath my skin as I try not to panic.

Hesitantly I step out listening for movement downstairs.

What if he was back? What if he knew of our plans? So many thoughts ran rampant in my head.

Yet with Lexa's encouragement, I started running down the steps and through the back of the cafe.

I run for the basement, reaching for the spare key.

I discovered that Jake was hiding behind the frame next to the basement door.

It was by sheer luck I heard him curse when he left the key in the car.

I pretended not to notice as I fixed the register, watching him out of the corner of my eye as heglanced at me before moving the photo frame and taking a key off the back of it and unlocking the basement door.

Hitting the light switch, I ran down the stairs to the basement, my feet making the woodenstairs creak, before the coldness of the concrete floor seeped in through the soles of my feet.

It was dark down here, cold from the draft My eyes scan the shelves for anything to break the lock on the cage and I find a metalbar.

Snatching it off the shelf, I move to the back of the basement.

“Elena?” Alisha says, crawling forward in her cage.

"Move back," I warn her before lifting the piece of bar, adrenaline surging through me.

I bring it down once, twice, thrice on the lock when the metal bends, the door bustedand crooked as it creaks open.

Alisha chokes on her sob, shoving it open before rushing out.

Her legs wobble as she gets to her feet, and I clutch her as I take most of her weight, not being able to stand for so long.

She was weak on her feet.

Alisha sobs, as we make our way to the stairs, she grips the railing tight, and Ibrace her other side.

Slowly we made our way up the stairs, every step Lexa telling us to hurry, but Alisha could hardly walk.

My heart thumped hard against my ribcage as we climbed the stairs, fear slivering up my spine and making the dread in my stomach worseas we got closer to the open door.

"We're going home." Alisha chokes, and I nod, trying not to fall back as we climb the last step.

Pushing the door wider, we step out into the cafe.

“Watch your step,” I tell her at the short lip on the floor when we hear someone clear their throat.

We both freeze, and I lift my head to find Jake sitting on one of the chairs,facing the door, his legs crossed over each other and arms folded.

Jake clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

“Elena, Elena, Elena.

What am I going to do with you," he says, and Alisha starts crying, her legs giving out from under her.

“No!” Lexa choked, Alisha was in no condition to shift, and I knew I couldn’t fight him off.

“And here I thought you were coming around to us," Jake says, rising from the chair.

“Wait, I was just," I stopped, trying to think of any excuse, but there was no hiding our escape attempt.

“You were what, Elena?" Jake says, slowly walking toward us.

Alisha grabs my hand, trying to pull herself up.

“Here, let me help you," Jake tells her, moving with a speed that my eyes sightbarely catches.

I scream when he grabs her by the throat, lifting her off the ground, and I attack him.

My claws push from my fingertips, and I slash him, only for him to punch me with his free hand.

I see black for a few seconds as I stagger backward, catching myself on the ice cream freezer.

Just as my vision clears and I find my feet, I watch, then scream as he breaks Alisha’s neck and tosses her backdown the basement stairs.