Rejected by My Alpha Now He Replaced Me with a Copycat Luna novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Ezra’s POV

My wolf raked against my ribs, claws tearing at my control. The woman’s scent coiled through my senses-wild sage and something wrong, something that shouldn’t exist in human biology. It made my gums ache with the need to shift, to bury my nose in her neck and understand.

Kael moved into my sightline, shoulders squared in that infuriating alpha-protect stance. As if I’d harm her. As if I could, when every instinct

screamed mine even as suspicion curled through my veins.

Raven stood taller than I remembered. The broken edges I’d seen four years ago had been forged into something dangerous. Interesting.

“Do you know her?” Kael’s voice was ground glass.

A spark of something almost like pleasure flickered in my chest-rare knowledge my alpha didn’t possess. I circled Raven slowly, taking in the way her muscles tensed, the rapid flutter of her pulse. Admiration warred with the wolf’s paranoia.

“She ran with Brian,” I said, watching her pupils dilate at the name. “Calvin’s… partner.” The unspoken mate hung between us, along with everything else I omitted-the dragon bond, the way Calvin’s horde had closed ranks around her like she was one of their own.

Kael’s gaze sharpened. “How do you know Brian?”

The change was instantaneous. Raven’s expression shuttered, warmth draining away until only polished ice remained. My wolf snarled at the

transformation, desperate to crack that mask open, to taste the truth beneath.

“College.” Her voice was flat. “We took some classes together.”

I remembered the way Calvin’s claws had extended when I’d asked about her years ago, how Brian had gone unnaturally still. That kind of

protectiveness didn’t come from shared lectures and campus coffee.

Raven’s evasion was too smooth, her answer too practiced. The way she dismissed her connection to Brian set my teeth on edge. There was history there-real, messy history-and she was scrubbing it clean with academic platitudes. Why was that?

Dexter, ever the oblivious bloodhound, trotted after her with his usual charm. “Caltech? That’s no joke, luv. You must be brilliant.”

She didn’t even slow down, just grabbed her water bottle with a white-knuckled grip. “Not brilliant enough to stick around. I dropped out after

one year.”

Bullshit. The woman moved like a trained fighter, thought like a strategist. Whatever made her leave hadn’t been about grades.

The crowd lost interest, drifting back to their workouts. But I stayed rooted, watching the way Raven’s shoulders tensed when Dexter mentioned dinner, the flicker of her gaze toward me-assessing, calculating.

“I’m not going. Got plans tonight,” she deflected, already backing toward the exit.

Dexter’s grin faltered. “What kind of plans?”

“The none-of-your-business kind.”

She threw out some nonsense about some girl stuff, but the lie was transparent. Even Dante called her out on it from across the club.

Kael intercepted her at the door, his alpha instincts clearly warring with something softer. “Hey, Raven. You good?”

“Peachy. See you tomorrow.” The word came too fast, her body already angled toward escape. When Kael finally stepped aside, she was gone in a heartbeat-leaving behind nothing but the ghost of her scent and a dozen unanswered questions.

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Kael’s voice dropped to a growl. “She’s running from something.”

Dexter snorted. “Well, Asher’s convinced she’s here to slit our throats.”

I said nothing, just watched the door swing shut behind her. My partner in punishment and bloodshed thought everyone was out to get us. I wasn’t so sure. That didn’t mean I thought everyone was a saint. I was well aware of how dark the world could get. How twisted.

Kael’s groan echoed through the club as he massaged his temples. “Gods help us if Asher’s tailing her right now.”

The unspoken truth hung heavy between us-of course he was. Asher didn’t investigate; he hunted. And when he caught his prey, judgment

came swift and brutal. Mercy was a rare currency in his world.

The door burst open as if summoned by our thoughts. Asher stormed in, Nox trailing behind like a shadow. The tech genius’s usual calm had shattered-his fingers twitched at his sides, eyes darting like a cornered animal.

“Tell them,” Asher commanded, the words sharp as a blade between Nox’s ribs.

Nox swallowed hard, his gaze flicking to the exit Raven had just fled through. When he spoke, it was barely above a whisper: “That girl…she doesn’t exist. No records. No trail. Nothing.”

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