Page 86 of Alpha On The Hunt: My Luna Stole My Sons

“Was Alpha Cane in the wreckage?” I ask Axton and he shakes his head, glancing at the screen.

“That’s an old photo, the man is messed up. He spent a few years in an insane asylum, after his father declared he wasn’t in position for the title,” Axton explains.

“And that sent him crazy?” I question.

“No, he was never crazy. Rumor was Alpha Cane was going to out his father’s underground dealings, so to shut him up, his father had him admitted.” Axton tells me.

“Then how did he get out?”

“Marco helped. When I moved here and realized this is the city his family came to, I questioned his whereabouts. It seemed off, so I had Marco look into it. Marco got him out and Cane left to become a mechanic or something, he never returned to the city until his father and brother passed.” Axton tells me. I nod feeling terrible for Alpha Cane.

“So back to Elder Stiles and Osiris?” I ask him.

“And Thomas,” Axton murmurs and I look at him.

“How I didn’t notice before is beyond me.”

“Notice what?”

“This… he witnessed Elder Stiles agreement with your father, but Stiles was already missing. None of this makes sense.” he whispers the last part.

“Do you know what your father’s debt was for?” he questions. I shake my head.

“Maybe ask my mother?” I tell him and he nods. “I will grab the pack files tomorrow once we get back from moving the last of the stuff out.” I tell him. He sighs, and places the documents on the bedside table, packing up the papers when he picks up his box. I look away busying myself with a stack in front of me when he sighs. Suddenly the yellow envelope drops next to me. I look at Axton.

“Go on, you’ll only snoop later,” he growls, walking the box back to the walk-in closet where he has a safe.

“I wasn’t going to snoop!” I tell him.

“No, but you’re angry I won’t tell you.” he calls out as I pick it up. I sit it back on the bedside table now feeling like I’ve forced him to give it to me. Since when did relationships get so crazy?

“When we could suddenly feel him!” Lexa deadpans and I roll my eyes just as he comes out.

He growls, snatching the document. “I gave it to you!”

“But not because you wanted to.” I remind him. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head when I feel embarrassment leak through the bond. He falls onto the bed opening it, grabbing some pictures out and dropping them in my lap. Picking them up he speaks.

“I shouldn’t be Alpha,” he tells me.

“The title would have been handed down to you anyway,”

“But they’re right, the rumors, I never challenged him. I’d be in prison if Macro hadn’t covered it up,” I turn the photos over to find they’re crime scene photos.

Only when I come to one of his father’s body to I realize what he means. “You shot him?” I ask. No wonder there was so much speculation regarding his death.

“While he was asleep.” Axton admits and nods to the next photo which is vastly different. Instead of it being in the room the body had been moved and looked like it was put through a shredder to imitate a challenge.

“Why would you keep this?” I ask, holding up the one of his father, in his bed, blood covering his face from the bullet to the head.

“I didn’t, Marco wasn’t initially at the scene first. That is one of the real crime scene photos that Marco had taken off one of the officers,”

“Which officer?” I ask. Axton shrugs, “Marco took care of him, too,” I chew my lip and nod. Now it makes so much sense why he didn’t want me to know. This information could ruin him and destroy his pack.

“Unfortunately, that photo somehow survived. Marco got it back for me before it was leaked.”

“Someone got hold of the pictures?”

“No, Marco believes it was sent via text before Marco got there,”

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