Oops Alpha, Wrong Luna-Chapter 34

Kael’s POV.

I groaned in pain as I sat in my car, my hand pressed tight against my side, blood warm and sticky under my fingers, seeping through my torn shirt.

The pain was sharp, stabbing deep, my ribs aching with every breath. My wolf, Zeus, growled in my head, his voice angry, scolding.

"I warned you, Kael. Slow down." His words stung, but the pain was worse, a burning knife in my side.

I’d swerved to avoid the truck, the crash narrowly missed, but the gash wouldn’t heal, my wolf’s strength gone, leaving me as a weak human.

I tried to mind-link Brian, my Beta, to call for help, my thoughts reaching out, desperate. But I got nothing, just silence. My chest tightened, panic creeping in.

Zeus was quiet now, his presence faint, like I’d blocked him somehow, cut him off without knowing. I was alone, the road dark, the dawn gray, the forest silent around me.

My hands shook, gripping the steering wheel, blood smearing the leather. I had to get back to the packhouse, to Aria, my Luna.

The seer’s warning echoed, "Don’t fall deeply in love with her. You’ll be hurting her." My heart pounded, fear and guilt mixing, the vision of Aria screaming, blood-soaked, her wolf dying, flashing in my mind.

I’d hurt her already, my claws marking her wrists, and now this wound, this curse, why wasn’t I healing? Was it the seer’s words, the Moon Goddess punishing me? I gritted my teeth, pain shooting through me, and started the truck, the engine roaring to life.

My side burned, every move agony, but I had to keep going, had to make sure Aria was safe.

The drive was slow, the road winding, the trees a blur through my blurry eyes. I grunted, my breath short, my hand pressing harder against the wound, blood soaking my coat.

Dawn broke, the sky turning pink, the packhouse coming into view, its stone walls tall, the windows glowing softly.

My heart skipped as my eyes caught Aria standing at the entrance, her blue dress swaying in the breeze, her silver hair loose, her face pale with worry.

She looked small, fragile, and my chest ached, the seer’s warning loud in my head. "You’re danger, Kael."

I couldn’t let her see me like this, weak, bleeding. I pulled my coat tighter, hiding the blood, forcing my face into a frown, my shoulders straight, faking strength I didn’t have.

I parked, the truck jerking to a stop, and climbed out, my legs shaky, pain stabbing with every step.

Aria’s eyes widened, her hands reaching for me as I approached, her voice soft, worried. "Kael?" she said, her fingers brushing toward my arm, her eyes searching mine.

I shifted away, my body stiff, my voice cold. "What do you want?" I snapped, my heart twisting as her face fell, her hand dropping.

I hated myself for it, hated the hurt in her eyes, but I couldn’t let her touch me, not with the vision burning in my mind, not with blood soaking my side.

"I was worried," she said, her voice small, trembling, her hands twisting together.

"You were gone all night." Her eyes were bright, tears close, and my chest ached, guilt heavy. freёwebnoѵel.com

She didn’t deserve this, my coldness, my distance, but I was scared, scared of the vision, scared of hurting her again.

"I’m back now," I said, my voice hard, sharp. "Go to the room. Don’t cause a scene." My words cut, her flinch like a knife in my gut.

I wanted to pull her close, to tell her I was sorry, but the pain in my side, the seer’s warning, kept me cold, distant.

She stepped back, her eyes wide, hurt clear on her face. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft, her hand reaching out again, hesitant.

I brushed past her, my boots heavy on the steps, my voice colder than I meant. "I’m fine," I said, not looking back, my heart pounding with regret.

I headed for my study, the packhouse halls quiet, the morning light dim through the windows.

My side throbbed, blood warm under my coat, my breath short as I pushed open the study door and slammed it shut behind me, the sound loud, final.

I leaned against the door, my body shaking, pain shooting through me, my heart racing. I’d hurt her again, not with claws but with words, her sad eyes burning in my mind.

"I’m sorry, Aria," I whispered, my voice breaking, like she could hear me through the walls. I didn’t mean to be cold, didn’t mean to push her away, but the vision, the blood, the seer’s warning, they were too much.

My hands trembled, my side burning, and I stumbled to the desk, my breath heavy.

I yanked open the drawer, my fingers fumbling, pulling out the first aid kit, its metal case cold in my hands. I had kept it in terms of situations like this.

I sank into the chair, the wood creaking, and pulled my coat off, wincing as the fabric stuck to the wound.

Blood soaked my shirt, the gash deep, red, and raw, not closing, not healing. My heart raced, fear clawing at me.

Why wasn’t Zeus helping? Why was my wolf silent? I grabbed the gauze, my hands shaking, and pressed it to the wound, groaning as pain stabbed through me.

I wrapped the bandage tight, my breath short, sweat beading on my forehead. The seer’s words echoed, You’re danger, Kael.

Was this part of it? Was my body failing because of her warning, because of my love for Aria?

I leaned back, my eyes on the ceiling, my heart heavy with fear for what the future held. Aria was in danger, the visions told me that, but the seer said my love made it worse.

How could I protect her if loving her was the problem? My chest ached, guilt and worry mixing, my mind spinning with questions.

The wound, the vision, my wolf’s silence, what did it mean? What was coming for us?

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