Page 78 of Luna On The Run: I Stole Alpha's Sons

I snort at the last part, shaking my head. She likes my alter-ego wolf, which everyone is petrified of, yet despises me. Khan seems pretty pleased about the message on the back, urging me to turn the picture over, wanting to see them again. He beams inside me before sadness bleeds through when he realizes it is just our sons and not her in the picture.

“I’ll find her,” I tell Khan, and he nods, slinking away back to the shadows of my mind, and I set the photo aside, reaching for my coffee. I glance at Eli, who is muttering under his breath. My brows furrow as I take a sip of the steaming hot brew. Turning my attention back to the contents of the envelope, coffee sprays out my lips and my nose, burning my nostrils as I see my license plate and the badges from my car.

Choking violently, Eli glances over at me. “You sure you didn’t refurnish the house…” His words trail off as he glances at the license plate I am holding between my hands.

“No!” he gasps between a laugh and a sputter.

I stare at the sticky note attached. “Build-A-Car, or is the term Build-Your-Car?”

I drop the license plate, rushing toward the window, peering at my security, hauling everything off the truck. Racing downstairs, I miss some and nearly trip on the hall runner as I rip the front door open.

Running along the footpath to the driveway, my men are haphazardly unloading crap.

“Wait! Don’t fucking drop anything!” I yell at them as two of my men go to drop a box on something that looks oddly like my car door. Racing over to them, I rip off the bubble wrap before my knees go out from under me.

“Oh, Elena, when I find you, I am turning that ass of yours red!” I scream angrily at the sky, while Khan howls with laughter in my head. I stare down at my car door. Silence falls when they realize what they are hauling off the two trucks.

Eli jogs up behind me and I peer up at him. “Is this?” He stops in his tracks.

“My poor car!” My voice sounds like I have been kicked in the balls. I feel like crying as I watch them unload everything in my driveway, when finally, the last truck is ready to leave.

The driver comes over to me with a box in his hands. He grabs the notepad off the top. “So, are you Alpha Axton?”

All I can do is nod. He thrusts the box at me, and I open it to find it is all the nuts and bolts and some smaller items. I blink at the box. The driver clears his throat, wanting me to sign. However, Eli takes it, signing it for him.

“Can you tell me where you picked this up from?” Eli asks him.

I blink. Yes, he may know where she is! I look up hopeful, sniffing the air. I can tell he is human, and he chuckles.

“Yes, Mrs. S.”

My brows furrow in confusion. Who the heck is Mrs. S?

“And where was it you picked this up?” Eli continues questioning.

The big, burly man takes a step back. “Nah, you got the wrong man if you want that information. I am just the driver. I am not getting mixed up in whatever this is.”

I tilt my head, wondering what could scare this poor human more than a supernatural.

“The address?”

“Nope, she will cut my balls off without even blinking. No one fucks with Mrs. S. Not if you know what’s good for you,” the man warns, and I raise an eyebrow.

“Vamp?” Eli asks, and the man shakes his head.

The truck driver strokes his long beard. “Nah, she is human, but I bet she would even make you piss in your boots if you pissed her off.”

Eli looks down at me. “And who is this Mrs. S?”

He huffs as if this should be common knowledge we should know. “If you don’t know, count yourself lucky, then. Lovely lady, but she made me piss my pants once, not even joking, completely filled my work boots,” he says, snatching the notepad out of Eli’s hand.

“You pissed your pants?” Eli asks, and he nods.

“You would too, if you were looking down the barrel of a shotgun,” he says before turning and racing back to his truck.

I look at Eli, wondering what mess Elena has gotten herself into this time.

“I’ll look into it,” Eli assures me, while I cradle the box of nuts and bolts. I look at the expanse of boxes and bubble-wrapped parts.

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