Rejected by My Alpha Now He Replaced Me with a Copycat Luna novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Raven’s POV

My bones cracked, and fur rippled across my skin. Before long, I was something else entirely. I shook and stretched, ready to run. We didn’t wait, my wolf and I. We pounced, paws eating up the forest floor.

I pushed harder, relishing the burn in my muscles and lungs. That hint of pain was a welcome reprieve from the agony in my chest. A distraction.

I ran until I didn’t recognize anything about my surroundings. It still wasn’t enough-not enough to distract me from the pain. But I forced myself to turn around and head back, only my scent trail guiding me.

As I reached the pack boundary, I felt the magic of the wards wash over me. I slowed a fraction to catch my breath. By the time I reached the spot where I’d stashed my clothes, I was moving at a walking pace.

I stood, staring at the clothes, wondering if I should even shift back. Maybe things would be simpler if I just stayed like this. My wolf curled her upper lip. It wouldn’t be pretty if she came across one of those who had rejected her right now.

That was enough to force me into the shift. She was too on edge to remain in charge.

My bones cracked again, and my fur receded. The sun had sunk beneath the horizon, turning the day into my favorite twilight time of night.

I pulled on my clothes and shoes, then lowered myself to the log, breathing deeply. Maybe I was chicken not to return to the house just yet, but I still stayed where I was, regardless. I stared at the water, bubbling over the rocks without a care in the world. The sound was soothing, but it still didn’t do a damn thing to ease the ache in my chest.

The wind shifted, and the scent of leather and spice teased my nose.

Ezra. I couldn’t help the growl that left my throat at his intrusion.

Turning, I sought him out, bracing for a fight. But instead of a human Ezra, I found a wolf. He was massive and as dark as a starless night. But his eyes were the same. That swirling blue-green.

The wolf moved slowly toward me, a predator stalking its prey. I didn’t move an inch. The truth was, even if he tore out my jugular, I might

consider that a mercy.

As if the wolf could read my mind, he let out a snarl. I simply bared my teeth in response. He didn’t get to reject me and then show up acting all

protective and possessive.

Ezra prowled closer until he was only a foot away, and then the wolf began sniffing, scenting me.

“Oh, no,” I gritted out. “You don’t get to scent me after what you pulled.”

The wolf let out a chuff as if to say, “That wasn’t me.”

I sighed. “It wasn’t, was it? It was your stupid human half.”

The wolf sort of barked, and I couldn’t help how the corners of my mouth tugged up. But it also got me thinking. “Can I try something?”

The wolf cocked his head to the side, wariness filling his blue-green gaze.

I knew Ezra’s human half couldn’t handle physical touch, but what about his wolf? I lifted my hand as slowly as possible so the beast wouldn’t see it as a threat. The wolf didn’t move as I got closer.

My fingers grazed his fur, and a tingle lit, spreading through my hands. Fire and ice zinged through my veins, making me suck in a breath as an image hit me. It was as if I was seeing things from above. Ezra’s body was curled around mine, our limbs interwoven as we slept. It was the sort of position that spoke of sleeping together countless times. And then, the image was gone.

The wolf stared at me, wonder and confusion in his eyes. But my fingers stayed in his fur. The pull to heal him was almost too much to bear, My empath side roared to life, demanding to help.

The urge was natural, especially because this wolf was my mate. Wanting to help him in any way I could was woven into the very fabric of my soul. My fingers grazed his chest and the unbelievably soft fur.

I clamped down on the empathic pull because I knew if I tried to heal his pain, it would end me. But maybe I could take just a bit. I let little pieces of the darkness into me. It was like ink poured into water, swirling through me. But the ink was like acid, bringing with it a burning pain. I took it on anyway, pulling it into me and filtering it out with each exhale.

The wolf looked at me in wonder and then shoved into my touch, wanting more, wanting everything.

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