Page 79 of Alpha On The Hunt: My Luna Stole My Sons

“Elena, leave the room. Shut the door behind you, please.” Axton says calmly, holding his shirt out to me. I glance at Marco then Axton who stands chest to chest with Marco. My hands shake as I take his shirt, rushing from the room as he asked. My heart thumps erratically in my chest when I peer back in.

“Close the door, Lena. I’ll be out in a minute,” Axton tells me. Lexa urges me to listen, but I worry for my mate. Reluctantly, I shut the door. The moment I close the door I hear a savage growl, and struggling. I hold my breath, and Lexa presses to the surface in case Marco comes out.

Pain flickers through the bond fleetingly, as I hear stuff being smashed around and my hand twitches for the door handle. I can hear fighting, hear that Axton shifted when I hear a loud thump which makes my heart jolt in my chest. When silence falls, I grip the handle, only to hear Axton’s voice.

“Did you have to take a chunk out of me? I’m not a fucking steak, you damn cannibal,” he scolds. Exhaling in relief, I open the door to find Marco pressed to the floor, Axton straddling him naked, having shifted back. He has a huge bite mark on his arm, ribs and even his shoulder blade. Blood cascades over his chest and back and I near faint at the sight of him. Axton looks like he had a blood-bath, puncture wounds in his neck yet not in the correct place to mark him. Marco, however, is also in the same state, Khan having torn him to pieces. The room is nearly completely upturned, and stuffing from the mattress covers the floor like snow.

“Your balls are touching my fucking leg!” Marco snarls.

“Your teeth were in my damn neck, so I guess we’re even!” Axton retorts. I clear my throat and both of them look at me.

Axton looks down at Marco pinned on the floor and Marco wipes his mouth with his thumb, before sucking the blood off it.

“Wow, well this is awkward, just one man’s balls on another man’s leg, a few love bites, nothing sordid, just a drive-thru snack, nothing to see here,” Marco quips. Axton growls at him, shoving him off his feet.

“Clearly, he likes to be the top! I don’t know how I feel about that,” Marco says, dusting himself as he sits up.

“Those were my good pants,” Axton snarls, standing up.

“And that was my good hand, you damn savage! You know you’re poisonous to me, right?” Marco snarls, holding his hand up to show Axton. I look at his hand to see where Khan had bitten him, his hand black and looking infected.

“Fuck!” Axton curses.

“I’m fine. I’m too old for such a pissy bite to affect me,” Marco tells him. Axton snarls, reaching for his hand.

Marco jerks it back. “We don’t need to hold hands afterward. Your mate is right there, have you no manners,” Marco snaps at him and I raise an eyebrow at him while Axton rolls his.

“I can see why you and Sondra got on so well, the same snarky sarcastic sense of humor,” Axton snaps as he bends down, snatching his jacket and holding it up. Claw marks shredded through it. He groans. “Hers was far better,” Marco replies, and even now, with his normal facade back in place, I can still see the mention of her name causes him pain. Just now, not in a blood craze, he has better control of his emotions to mask it.

“You can borrow one of mine. I have few in the car,” Marco says, back to his normal self.

Marco moves to the dresser, the only thing really left intact. He picks up a photo from it.

“Next life my love, next life we’ll get it right,” he mumbles only just loud enough for me to catch. Axton watches him worriedly, then grabs a sheet, wrapping it around his waist. A few minutes pass and Marco seems to be slipping back into the same depressive mood.

“Marco?’ Axton calls, drawing him back to us. Marco jumps and sets the photo back down. He clears his throat and straightens his shoulders.

“We have work to do.” Marco speaks, walking out of the room and past me without so much as a glance back. Axton wanders out slowly and sighs.

“Reckon, he’ll be alright?” I ask him, and he shrugs.

“No idea, but at least he is out of this room.” Axton tells me. He presses his lips to mine briefly. “I will see you tonight.” he sighs. “Now to go try to squeeze into one of his damn suits, or I am going to the meeting in this old sheet,” he chuckles, and I hold his shirt out to him. He takes it, pecking my cheek.

“I love you!” he calls over his shoulder.

“Love you too,” I chuckle, watching him leave. When he does, I turn back to close Sondra’s door. Sucking in a deep breath, I pull it closed and get back to work.

Chapter Sixty-Two

Axton

Later that night.

Unlocking the penthouse apartment, I show Louise around. Luke races up the hall, but I can tell she is nervous about being back in the city.

“You know you and Luke can stay at home with me and Elena until you’re comfortable?” I remind her. She peers around, forcing a smile onto her face.

“Don’t be silly, besides you and Elena need some time to yourselves, and some privacy.” Louise tells me.

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