Rejected by My Alpha Now He Replaced Me with a Copycat Luna novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Kael’s POV

As if I’d summoned her by thoughts alone, the door to the gym opened, and she walked in, a storm brewing in her eyes. I waited for Dexter or Ezra to trail in after her, but no one came. Anger surged, a fury that stole all the air from my lungs. “Tell me you didn’t walk over here alone.”

Raven sent me a scathing look. “It’s all of two blocks. I think I’m okay without the constant guard.”

Her words only stoked my rage. “It’s after ten. Pitch-black. The dark mages could’ve been lying in wait.”

Raven tossed her duffel onto the floor and waved her fingers. Blue sparks of magic rooted in the water element danced across them. “I’d sense their use of magic, remember?”

“Would you sense a bullet headed straight for your chest?” I snarled. My wolf let out a vicious growl at the thought-at Raven being unprotected.

“Doubt having Dexter walking next to me would make any difference for that,” she snapped.

“Two sets of eyes are better than one,” I shot back.

“Whatever,” Raven muttered, grabbing hand wraps from her bag.

My wolf pushed at my skin, letting out a keening sound. That had me snapping to attention. He sensed something off in Raven. Something

wrong. I crossed the room and got into her space. “What’s wrong?”

She glared up at me. “Back up, alpha boy.”

A low growl left my throat. “I’m not a boy, and you damn well know it.”

“I said I need some space,” Raven gritted out, her back teeth gnashing together.

“Kael,” Nox said softly. “Don’t push her.”

My head cocked to one side as I tried to figure out what the hell was wrong. Raven’s chest rose and fell in ragged pants as if her breathing was

labored. Her face was flushed and sweat dotted her brow.

“Are you sick?” I asked, moving to place a hand on her forehead. Our kind rarely got sick, but anything was possible.

The moment my hand grazed Raven’s forehead, she doubled over, letting out a sound of pure agony. Her skin was burning up like she’d been set aflame. “I need to spar,” she gritted out. “It’s the only thing that will help.”

“Help what?” I demanded.

Her gaze flew up to mine. “Going feral.”

Nox and I froze. Had she just said what I thought she had? A million things swirled in my mind as I put the pieces together. Why she hadn’t shifted around us, the fact that she was so on edge lately. Raven was scared she would lose control of her wolf.

“Raven,” I began, keeping my voice as calm and steady as I could. “When’s the last time you ran with a pack? The last time you had touch of any

kind?”

Wolves were pack animals. We needed contact with our kind. It kept us mentally healthy. If we went too long without it, our animals could turn

on us.

Pain filled Raven’s eyes-so much agony it could drown us all. “Years,” she croaked.

Nox moved then. He didn’t hesitate. Of course, he didn’t. Because he’d been there. He knew what it was like to go it alone. How it could break

you.

He moved to Raven and wrapped himself around her. She cried out in pain, but he whispered to her and her wolf, reassuring them both. “I

know it hurts. But it’s the only way.”

Raven whimpered, shaking against him. “I can’t hold her.”

I knew she meant her wolf, and I let out a curse. “On the couch,” I ordered.

Nox lifted her into his arms and carried her to the beat-up sofa against the wall, settling her in his lap. I knelt beside them, running a hand over Raven’s face, feeling her scalding skin. “It’s been too long. If you shift, you could lose control.”

“I know,” Raven rasped, her voice more smoke than words.

“You need contact, release.” I did everything I could to keep my voice restrained and my wolf in check.

Her eyes flared, realization dawning. “You mean…”

“We’re going to give you all the touch your body’s been craving for years. We’re going to make you come, and then you’re going to let your wolf

free.”

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