Rejected by My Alpha Now He Replaced Me with a Copycat Luna novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Raven’s POV

The guys yelled as they struggled to pull them apart.

Fiery claws raked at my emotional shields. They were already drained from the past forty-eight hours-heightened emotion tended to do that. Spots danced across my vision as I staggered back a step. It felt like tiny ice picks were jamming into my brain.

“What’s wrong with her?” Nox’s voice sounded far away.

Dexter cursed. “She gets migraines.” I heard shuffling as he ordered everyone out. “I’ll get the tincture.”

“Ice pack, too,” Nox called, but he was already moving around the room, drawing the curtains closed and flicking off the lights.

“Leave one on,” I croaked.

“You don’t want total darkness?” Nox asked softly.

“No. Need one on. Just a little one.” I couldn’t have complete dark. It reminded me of the pit too much. And I couldn’t go back there.

“Okay. I’ve got this one on right here.” Nox chose a small lamp on the other side of the room. There was enough of a glow to know I wasn’t back there, but not so much that it hurt my eyes.

“Thank you,” I rasped.

“Come on,” Nox said. “Let’s get you back to bed.” He pulled the covers back, moving the tray of food to the other side of the mattress.

I slid between the sheets, no fight left in me. The pain was too bad. Nox gently pulled the comforter back into place as I heard the door open.

“Here,” Dexter said, his voice low.

A second later, an ice pack wrapped in a soft cloth was being laid across my head.

“Drink this,” Nox ordered gently, placing a straw between my lips.

I sucked down the concoction, the same one Dexter had given me the first day we met. My eyes fluttered open. “You’re the one who gets

migraines.”

Nox nodded. “When I stare at my monitor for too long.”

“You mean when you don’t break to eat or sleep,” Dexter chided.

My lips twitched. It was sweet how Dexter clearly cared for Nox and wanted to caretake him. I sank deeper into the pillows. “That’s nice,” I mumbled, the haze of the migraine starting to pull me under.

“What is?” Dexter asked.

“That you have each other.” I let out a breath as my words started to slur. “I miss having people. A pack. I miss when someone used to care.”

And then sleep swallowed me.

I woke in the cloud bed again. I felt even groggier than before, but empath migraines did that to me.

Peering into the dim light, I swept my gaze across the space and breathed deeply. I didn’t detect any of those now-familiar scents strongly

enough to suggest they were in the room with me. Instead, I smelled… bacon? My stomach rumbled in response.

I swung up to sit, waiting to see if I got dizzy. Thankfully, there was none of that. I took in the hints of sunlight streaming in from the cracks in the curtains and wondered if I’d slept the entire day away.

Crossing to one of the windows, I flung the panel back, nearly blinding myself in the process. Definitely morning. I wanted to curse but felt so damn rested. It was the best sleep I’d gotten in years. Maybe since my mom had made me feel safe, even if that safety was a lie.

I turned back to the room, noticing a stack of clothes on the couch. I walked over to it and plucked up the note on top.

Thought you might want something fresh to change into. I had to guess at the sizes. There are toiletries and fresh towels in the bathroom.

Hope you’re feeling better. -N

A shifting sensation rose in my chest as if my organs were moving and rearranging themselves. I ignored it and headed for the bathroom, clothes tucked under my arm. Flipping on the light, I gaped. It, too, was a modern showpiece. There was a massive steam shower in one corner, and a huge circular tub in another made entirely of windows-ones I could tell were one-way glass. There was a vanity and double sinks, and the entire place was decked out in white marble with antique gold fixtures.

I eyed the tub with envy but wasn’t about to take the time to soak when I didn’t know what awaited me outside. So, I opted for the shower instead. Turning on the water, I stripped out of my workout clothes, grimacing at the fact that I’d been in them for days at this point. I piled them on top of a hamper and stepped under the spray, letting out a moan.

If anyone had heard me, I would’ve been embarrassed. But right now, I didn’t give a damn. It had one of those rain showerheads that sent a steady stream cascading over me. My wolf snarled, wanting to play in the water, but also wanting to play with the wolves in her vicinity.

“Not today, girl.” The truth was, I wasn’t sure I could trust her to let me shift back, given how unstable she’d been lately.

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