Oops Alpha, Wrong Luna-Chapter 20

Kael’s POV.

I sat on the cold ground, my arm throbbing where the burning beam had hit me, my chest tight from the smoke we’d barely escaped.

The Fang Pack’s guest house was a wreck, flames still roaring, the air thick with ash and fear. Pack members stood around, their faces pale, their voices low with panic.

My Luna, Celeste; or so everyone thought she was, stood in front of me, her silver gown dirty, her blue eyes wide as she stared at the fire.

I wanted to pull her close, to check every inch of her to make sure she was okay, but then I saw him.

Alpha Nicholas, his silver-streaked hair glinting in the firelight, grabbed her arm, his hand tight on her wrist.

My blood boiled, a pang of jealousy hitting me like a fist. We’d just escaped a fire that could’ve killed us, and here he was, touching my Luna?

My wolf, Zeus, growled low, clawing at my control, ready to rip Nicholas apart. I was about to stand, to shove him away, when something else caught my eye.

His skin; it was clean, smooth, not a single burn or mark. He’d been staying in the guest house, same as us, but he looked untouched, like he’d walked out before the fire even started.

My gut twisted, suspicion crawling up my spine. Did he know something? Was he behind this? I shot to my feet, my boots crunching on the gravel, and grabbed his wrist, yanking his hand off my Luna.

The crowd around us gasped, their eyes wide, but I didn’t care. "Why aren’t you burnt?" I demanded, my voice low, sharp, my eyes glaring into his.

"You stayed in the guest house too."

Nicholas froze, his dark eyes widening, his smirk gone. My Luna stiffened beside me, her breath catching, her face pale.

I pressed closer, my grip tight on his wrist, my voice harder. "Answer me." My heart pounded, Zeus snarling, sensing a lie.

Nicholas’s eyes darted around, like he was looking for a way out, and he yanked his hand free, stepping back.

"What do you mean?" he said, his voice shaky, not smooth like usual. "Isn’t it obvious? I wasn’t around when the fire started." His words came too fast, his smile forced, like he was hiding something.

I sneered, my eyes narrowing, my wolf ready to pounce. "And where were you, dear Alpha, so late at night?" My voice dripped with suspicion, my fists clenched at my sides.

The crowd went quiet, their eyes on us, the air heavy with tension.

Nicholas’s face twitched, his mouth opening, but his words were a mess, something about meeting an elder, checking borders; excuses that made sense to his pack but sounded like nonsense to me.

His wolves nodded, but I saw through it. He was lying, or at least not telling the whole truth.

Before I could press him further, Beta Nathan stepped forward, his blond hair neat, his face calm but firm. "Alpha Kael," he said, his voice steady.

"Let’s not do this here." He put a hand on Nicholas’s shoulder, guiding him away, his eyes flicking to me with a warning.

Nicholas shot me one last look, his smirk creeping back, and they disappeared into the crowd.

I didn’t stop staring, my blood hot, my mind racing. Something wasn’t right. Nicholas knew more than he was saying, and I’d bet my pack he had something to do with that fire.

A loud panting broke my thoughts, and I turned to see Beta Brian running toward us, his face sweaty, his brown eyes wide with worry.

"Alpha Kael!" he called, stopping short, his chest heaving.

"I came back as soon as I heard about the fire." He glanced at my Luna, then back at me, his voice shaking.

"Are you okay? Is she?"

I nodded, my jaw tight. "We’re fine, Brian," I said, my voice rough from the smoke.

"Why are you back? I told you to take Seraphina to Shadow Claw." My patience was thin, my head still spinning with suspicion about Nicholas.

Brian swallowed, his hands fidgeting. "I drove her there as commanded, but we got word about the fire. I had to come back, make sure you were safe." His eyes darted to my Luna again, then to the burning guest house, the flames still crackling loud.

I sighed, rubbing my face, my arm aching where the beam had hit. "We’re okay," I said, softer now.

"Get the car ready. We’re leaving. Back to Shadow Claw. Now." Brian nodded, turning to go, and I looked at my Luna.

She stood there, her arms wrapped around herself, her face pale, her eyes fixed on the fire. She looked shaken, hurt, and my chest tightened.

I needed to get her out of here, away from Nicholas, away from this pack.

We walked to the car, the crowd parting for us, their whispers following. My Luna’s steps were slow, her gown dragging in the dirt, and I kept my hand on her back, steadying her.

The air was thick with smoke, the smell of burnt wood choking me, but all I could think about was her. And Nicholas.

His clean skin, his weak excuses; my gut screamed he wanted us dead.

But why? Why my Luna? Was it because of me, my pack, or something else? Something about her?

I opened the car door for her, and she slid in, her movements stiff, like she was in pain. I climbed in beside her, Brian starting the engine, the hum loud in the quiet night.

The Fang Pack’s territory faded behind us, the burning guest house a red glow in the distance. I couldn’t stop thinking about Nicholas, his smirk, his hand on my Luna.

My fists clenched, Zeus growling low, wanting to go back, to confront him, to make him pay. But I had to focus on her, on getting us home safe.

I glanced at her, her face turned to the window, her hands tight in her lap. She looked uncomfortable, her shoulders hunched, her breathing uneven.

My heart twisted, worry cutting through my anger. "Luna," I said, my voice soft, reaching for her hand.

She flinched, pulling back, and I saw it; a sharp cut on her palm, red and raw, blood smearing her skin.

My stomach dropped, my wolf snarling. "Why didn’t you say anything?" I asked, my voice sharp, grabbing her hand gently but firm.

She tried to pull away, her eyes wide, scared. "It’s nothing," she said, her voice small, shaky. "I didn’t want to worry you." Her words were weak, like she was hiding something, and my chest tightened.

She’d been through too much; Seraphina’s attack, the fire, Nicholas’s grip; and she was still trying to be strong.

I held her hand closer, my eyes locked on the cut. It wasn’t deep, but it was fresh, angry, and it made my blood boil.

Who did this? The fire? Seraphina? Nicholas? I didn’t ask, not yet. Instead, I pressed my hand over hers, my palm warm against her cold skin.

No one knew I had healing powers, a secret I’d kept even from my pack. I focused, letting the warmth flow from me to her, taking the pain, my own hand stinging as the cut faded, her skin knitting back together.

Her eyes widened, her breath catching, but she didn’t pull away, her hand trembling in mine.

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