Rejected by My Alpha Now He Replaced Me with a Copycat Luna novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Raven’s POV

I followed the giant-Kael-down the dimly lit hallway, hyperaware of the way his gaze kept flicking to my scar. Not staring, not like most people did. More like he was reading it, deciphering the story etched into my skin without me having to say a word.

Annoyingly, I let him look.

The man moved like a predator, all controlled power beneath that easygoing facade. Close to two meters tall, built like he could bench-press a pickup truck, and with a face that belonged on some stupid cologne ad-sharp jaw, stupidly perfect cheekbones, eyes that shifted between light-gray and storm-blue depending on the light. Unfair.

His office was exactly what I expected: utilitarian, messy, and smelling faintly of leather and gun oil. I hopped onto his desk without invitation,

my boots knocking over a stack of papers.

Kael didn’t even blink. Just rummaged through a cabinet for the first aid kit, his voice casual. “You sure you don’t wanna get checked out? Rod

hits like a freight train. Could be a concussion.”

I shrugged, wincing as the motion tugged at my sore jaw. “Please. You ever met a fighter who hasn’t eaten concrete a few times? Trust me, I’m

fine. I know what a concussion feels like, and this ain’t it.”

The room went very still.

Kael froze mid-reach for the antiseptic. When he turned, his expression had gone dark-not angry, but something far more dangerous. A storm brewing beneath that calm surface.

“…What do you mean,” he said slowly, each word deliberate, “you know what a concussion feels like?”

Shit.

I’d said too much. The way his gaze locked onto me, sharp and unrelenting, made my skin prickle. This wasn’t casual concern anymore. This was

an interrogation.

For a second, I considered playing it off. Laughing. But something in his expression-the barely leashed fury, the way his knuckles had gone

white around the med kit-made me pause.

So I went for honesty. Or close enough.

“I mean exactly what it sounds like,” I said, tilting my head. “You don’t get into fight sports without eating a few bad hits. It’s not a big deal.”

Kael’s jaw clenched. “How many?”

“Concussions?” I waved a hand. “Lost count after six.”

The med kit cracked in his grip, plastic splintering. He didn’t seem to notice.

I sh

nerved. Maybe even scared. But all I felt was… fascinated.

This wasn’t just concern.

as rage.

Not at me.

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For me.

And that-that was something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Now wait a minuet.

I frowned, the ice pack stinging against my split lip as Kael pressed it gently to my face. His fingers were warm, calloused-too careful, like I was something fragile.

This is wrong.

I should’ve been backing away. Should’ve been listening to the alarm bells ringing in my head. A strange wolf this close? My survival instincts were supposed to be screaming at me to run.

But my wolf-Lena, the traitorous little shit-was doing….

WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE DOING?

A low, rumbling vibration hummed through my chest.

Was she-

Purring?

Oh, come on.

I mentally grabbed her by the scruff. “Hey. HEY. What the actual fuck? We don’t even know this guy!”

Lena just rolled onto her back in my mind’s eye, paws in the air, tail thumping. “Smell good. Warm. Safe.”

“Safe? He’s built like a brick shithouse and runs a fight club!”

“Mmm. Strong. Protect.”

I wanted to strangle her.

Kael’s thumb brushed my cheekbone as he adjusted the ice, and I barely suppressed a shiver. Damn him. Damn his stupidly perfect face, damn the way his scent wrapped around me like a blanket-crisp pine and winter air, something wild lurking beneath.

He caught my stare, one eyebrow quirking. “What?”

Oh, nothing, just my wolf apparently deciding you’re her new favorite chew toy.

For obvious reasons, I did not say that.

Instead, I shrugged. “Just wondering if you’re always this handsy with people you just met.”

His lips twitched. “Only the ones who try to headbutt Rodriguez’s fists.”

Asshole.

I opened my mouth to retort-then froze.

Because Lena, the absolute turncoat, had just pushed an image into my head.

Kael. On his knees. My fingers in his hair.

I choked.

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Kael’s eyes darkened, his nostrils flaring like he could smell my sudden spike of-nope, not thinking about it.

“LENA, WHAT THE HELL-”

She yawned, stretching. “Mine. Ours.”

Oh, I was so screwed.

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