Rejected by My Alpha Now He Replaced Me with a Copycat Luna novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108

Raven’s POV

“I’m too old for delivery days,” Joe muttered as he sliced open the box of booze with a box cutter.

My lips twitched. “The hell you are. I saw you put that guy on his ass the other night.”

A grin spread across Joe’s face as he unloaded bottles of whiskey. “He was an asshole. Tried to cop a feel on a girl who very much did not

welcome his attention.”

Joe had kicked the guy’s stool out from under him and sent him crashing to the floor before banning his ass.

And, gods, I loved that the dustup at Jack’s was the most drama we’d had in the past two weeks.

But the lack of movement on any front made me twitchy. Nox had at least found the identity of the fake fisherman.

Benjamin Lockwood

Man out of Denver. Worked as a repairman. No wife or kids. And no known link to any of the pack’s enemies or mine.

It was possible he’d simply been a hired gun of some sort, but there should’ve been a trail. We’d found nothing. No one was happy about that.

Still, we’d managed to settle into a routine of sorts. I never went anywhere alone, but I found I didn’t mind it as much as I thought I would. Having Nox, Dexter, or Ezra with me was comforting. Kael continued to keep his distance but left little gifts behind for me to find.

It was most often different wildflowers, ones I could scent he’d picked himself. There was a vase behind the bar with them right now. Occasionally, it was other things: a new knife that was currently tucked into the pocket of my jeans, a caster’s spell book on wards, a cupcake from the local bakery- things that told me he was thinking about me.

The only thing he hadn’t given me were his words. An honest conversation about what he felt or didn’t.

Asher had avoided me like the plague unless he was tasked with my protection. He was on duty today and chose to spend that time patrolling the block Jack’s was on instead of sitting at the bar like Nox, Kael, and Ezra did, or behind it like Dexter.

Joe let out a whistle. “Earth to Raven.”

I shook

my head. “Sorry. Apparently, breaking down boxes takes me to la-la land.”

Joe snorted. “Come on, girl, there are only two more.”

“There is a God in heaven.”

“I think we deserve a reward after this. Maybe I’ll send Hank to the bakery to get us cupcakes.”

The memory of the lemon blueberry one Kael had gotten me played on my tongue. “You know he lives for the chocolate peanut butter ones, so you likely won’t get any arguments from him.”

“It’s the triple chocolate for me all the way,” Joe said.

I broke down the final box as he put the last liquor bottle where it needed to be, “Done.”

“Let’s get these out to the recycling, and then it’s cupcake city.”

I wouldn’t argue with her. We loaded ourselves up with cardboard and made it down the hallway.

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*I’ll get it,” Hank called, lumbering out of the kitchen where he was preparing for the lunch crowd.

“How do you feel about a mission, Hank?” Joe asked as he maneuvered outside.

“Depends,” he answered warily. “Is it burying a body or a trip to the store?”

A laugh bubbled out of me. “Why do I feel like you’d do better with the body?”

His lips twitched, the gray scruff around them dancing with the movement. “Hate crowds. Don’t mind blood.”

“Good to know,” Joe muttered. “What about a cupcake mission?”

Hank’s eyes lit up. “I’m in.”

“Grab some cash from the register and get a dozen,” Joe instructed.

But Hank was already moving back inside, faster than I’d seen him hustle in a while. I shook my head. “Good to know what motivates him.”

“Seriously.”

I hoisted open the massive recycling bin. The jumbo size was necessary with all the bottles and cans we went through. As I hoisted the

cardboard into it, my shifter hearing picked up on something. Soft footsteps on the pavement.

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Rejected by My Alpha, Now He Replaced Me with a Copycat Luna?

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