Rejected by My Alpha Now He Replaced Me with a Copycat Luna novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Raven’s POV

He grabbed two sticks. “Have you trained with these before?”

“I know the basics.” My trainer in New York had just started me with a stick when I’d had to run again.

“Good.” Asher tossed me one of the staffs, and I caught it easily. “We start out gentle. Until your muscles are warmed up.”

I didn’t miss the intent behind his choice of sparring weapons. These allowed us to fight without any true contact. A smile curved my lips as I kicked off my sneakers and moved onto the mat.

Asher did the same but with a scowl on his lips. “Why are you smiling?”

“You’re scared of me.”I wasn’t sure what it said about me that I got such supreme pleasure from that. But I did.

The scowl on Asher’s face only deepened. “The hell I am.”

I twirled the stick in my hands. “You chose this weapon so you wouldn’t have to touch me.”

“Maybe you disgust me.”

I arched a brow as I stretched from side to side. “Keep telling yourself that, Cat Daddy.”

Lulu let out a meow as she leapt on top of one of the treadmills for a better view.

A muscle along Asher’s jaw began to flutter wildly, and I knew I’d gotten under his skin. “Stop stalling.”

“Whatever you say.” I pushed to the balls of my feet, readying my stick.

We moved in a circle, each releasing the occasional testing strike. Then we started to dance. The staffs made music as we battled, creating a rhythm all our own. Everything spilled into the movements: our frustration and anger, fear and uncertainty. And something I didn’t want to look too closely at… need.

Our sticks crashed into each other as I moved in, trying to sweep Asher off his feet. But he was too damn good.

A chuckle left his throat as he snapped forward with a hit of his own, much more graceful than mine had been. “You’ve got fire, I’ll give you that. But you need technique. Practice.”

I struck out with one end of my stick, just missing Asher’s shoulder. “I only had three weeks of training with these.”

He arched a brow at that, a grudging respect entering his expression. “You need time with the staff. Need to make it an extension of your body.”

I could see what he meant. When Asher moved, his stick moved with him. They were one. It was the same with his bow and arrow. It was as if he could whisper to these inanimate objects and make them do his bidding.

Asher’s staff struck mine, and he followed with a leg sweep like I’d attempted; only his was successful. My back hit the mat with force, pushing all the air from my lungs. Then, Asher was on me,

He straddled my hips, placing his stick across my neck but not pressing down. “Yield.”

It wasn’t a question, but I scowled up at him, refusing to give him that pleasure.

One corner of Asher’s mouth kicked up as he leaned over me, so close I could taste his minty breath on my tongue. He pressed the stick lightly to

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my throat. “Yield.”

“Or what?” I challenged.

Those amber eyes heated, but it wasn’t anger I saw there. It was heat.

Need. Want. The same that coursed through me. “Raven,” he rasped.

I felt the vibration of my name across my lips. And, gods, I’wanted to lean into it. Wanted to close the distance and know what it would feel like to drown in Asher. To bleed out all our hate on the mat.

“You don’t know what you’re playing at,” he growled.

I felt my wolf take hold, accepting his challenge. “Don’t I?”

Asher leaned closer, just a breath away, and then-

Dexter’s snarl lit the air. “What the fuck are you doing, Asher?”

Asher was off me in a flash, annoyance filling his gaze. “She wouldn’t yield.”

“Of course, she wouldn’t,” Dexter clipped, Ezra and Nox spilling into the club behind him. “It’s Raven.”

“They call her ‘Little Warrior’ for a reason,” Nox muttered.

Dexter prowled toward Asher, anger swirling in his green eyes. “And the last thing she needs is you cornering her and not letting her up.”

“Then you don’t know the first thing about her,” Asher spat, tossing his stick staff to the floor and stalking out of the room.

Dexter moved to offer me a hand, but I didn’t take it. Instead, I leapt to my feet, annoyance filling my gaze. “I don’t need you to fight my battles for me. And Asher was right. He was giving me what I needed.”

“An outlet.” Ezra’s words weren’t soft, nor were they loud. They were simply the truth.

Some of the irritation bled out of me at his understanding. I nodded and let out a deep breath.

Dexter stared at me for a long moment before something shifted in his expression. He inhaled, his nostrils flaring. A grin stretched across his

face. “It turns you on. Fighting.”

Heat hit my cheeks. “No.”

“My love,” he growled, but there was a playful note to it. “I can smell you.”

Shit.

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