Page 25 of Alpha On The Hunt: My Luna Stole My Sons

“Excuse me?”

“It wouldn’t fold down and I didn’t have time to put the one in the shed together, so I stole yours. I’ll get you a new one,” he tells me and I roll my eyes.

When Kyan has finished his bottle, we all pile into Axton’s car and we drive to the store across town. However, I notice the street is still super quiet.

“Curfew?”

“No, just not many people out lately. Most are too scared to go out alone and those that do go out in groups.” I nod in understanding.

I try to get comfy looking out the window to see most stores haven’t even bothered to open. Yet the longer we drive, the more uncomfortable I get. These diapers are not comfy!

“Will you stop squirming?” Axton hisses at me.

“It itches!” I tell him, scratching my ass cheek.

“I will get you diaper rash cream,” he tells me and I growl, smacking his chest. He laughs harder and I fold my arms across my chest when he reaches over, gripping my knee.

“I’m playing. Stop getting so upset. No one will know.”

“Except Eli, Slater, and Sondra!” he cringes.

“I tried to ring you, but you left your phone in the car, and why don’t they have a one-size-fits-all?” I shake my head at him as he pulls up in front of the general store on the main street.

Climbing out, we grab the boys and enter the store when Axton walks off and grabs a cart.

“We don’t need a cart,” I tell him and he shrugs, buckling Kyan in and I sigh, before handing him Bane when he holds his arms out for him. Walking through the aisles, Axton grabs milk and a few other things while I’m too busy scratching my ass.

“Will you stop that? People will see!” Axton hisses at me.

“I have a wedgie!” I hiss back. Axton leans back and stares at my butt.

“Don’t look!” I growl at him and he laughs. We stop in the feminine section and I see they don’t carry period briefs or the brand of pads I like. Picking up a few, I read them before selecting a Libra brand.

“Those ones?” Axton asks, pointing at the package in my hand, and I nod.

“And what size are they?” he asks, looking completely serious.

“Size?” I question.

“Yeah, so I know for next time.” he shrugs, reaching for them, but I chuck them in the cart.

“There aren’t sizes, it’s not a shoe! And regular, then you have super, mini and panty liners. It goes off the flow, not the size of your vagina!”

“Then you need the super. I’ve seen how you bleed!” My face burns at the memory and I turn to walk off when I hear him rustling on the shelf. Turning back around, I see him swipe the entire shelf into the cart.

“What are you doing?” I shriek at him, looking up the aisle.

“Stocking up!”

“I’m here for one more night! I can’t use all those.” I hiss at him.

“Years supply then.” He shrugs and I growl, trying to put some back, but he slaps my hand.

“You won’t get your lollipop!” he scolds, and I grit my teeth when I notice we have drawn the attention of other shoppers. He snickers. I growl at him, stomping to the front of the store, not wanting to make a bigger scene, when I hear Axton groan behind me. “Man, I was hoping he clocked off already,” he whines.

“Who?” I ask, glancing at him, wondering what he is talking about.

“The check-out boy.” he waves ahead and I look at the boy, who was not a boy but a young man, a little younger than me and I move toward check out, wanting to slap Axton.

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