My Alpha Rejected Me for a Dare, So I Walked Away Chapter 04

My Alpha Rejected Me for a Dare, So I Walked Away Chapter 04

They Took My Pup

Vivian bursts into tears.

“Me and my big mouth.” She covers her face and runs out.

Logan’s face goes dark. He shoots me a sharp look.

“Happy now, Clara? You made her cry. You unbelievable.”

He chases after her.

My phone buzzes. A message from Kael:

*Project’s done, my Luna. I’ll be home tomorrow afternoon.*

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

Let Logan see Kael with his own eyes. Then maybe, finally, he’ll stop.

The next morning, I’ve barely unlocked the café door when my phone rings. It’s the pup nursery.

“Ma’am, a male and a female came by. They said they were Asher’s father and his godmother. They… they took him.”

My heart stops. Ice shoots down my spine.

I run.

I find my pup at the Blackthorn pack house.

Vivian has Asher sitting inside a dog crate. Surrounded by two cats and a big dog. He’s crying so

hard his face is beet red, his tiny chest heaving.

Asher has been allergic to cat fur since he was born. One touch and his skin erupts.

Red welts already bloom across his neck. He’s gasping.

Vivian doesn’t care. She’s shoving a black cat into his little arms.

“Don’t be scared, Asher. Kitty is three years old, that makes her your big sister.”

“She’s Auntie Vivian’s favorite. Give her a hug. Don’t be rude. You’ll scare her with all that crying.”

Asher jerks his hands back, terrified.

The cat’s claws slash across his face. Three thin lines of blood.

He screams.

“You scared Kitty,” Vivian coos. But her eyes – her eyes are locked on my pup like a predator.

“Get your hands off him! Who the hell let you near my pup?!”

I lunge forward, fangs aching to drop.

I’m inches from reaching him when a pair of arms locks around my waist from behind and drags me back.

Logan.

“Vivian was just being nice. She wanted Asher to have some playmates.”

My eyes burn red at the edges. I whip around and slap him across the face.

“My pup is allergic to cat fur!”

“He doesn’t play with cats!”

I lunge again. Logan grabs my wrist, crushing.

Vivian puts on that innocent, wounded face.

“It’s Kitty’s third birthday. She loves playing with pups.”

“I just thought – since Asher’s coming back to the Blackthorn Pack, they should get to know each

other.”

While she speaks, the black cat’s claws rake across my pup’s arms, his neck, his face. Crisscrossing scratches. Blood streaking his skin.

She adds sweetly: “Don’t worry, my cats and dogs are all vaccinated. Very clean. Kitty even sleeps in my bed every night.”

Watching my pup sob so hard he can’t breathe – I thrash against Logan. Violent. My wolf is howling inside me.

Logan tightens his grip, voice soothing.

“Pups can’t be raised soft, Clara.”

“He’s going to inherit the Blackthorn Pack one day. He needs to learn courage. Can’t have the future Alpha scared of a cat.”

Then – Asher’s eyes roll back. His little body goes limp.

“He’s going into anaphylactic shock!”

*Now* Logan understands.

I rip free, scoop my pup into my arms, and run for the healers.

Logan and Vivian follow.

In the healing room, Asher is rushed into emergency treatment. A healer hands me the consent form.

“We need a signature from the pup’s father or mother.”

Logan steps forward fast.

“I’m the father. I’ll sign it.”

He reaches for the paper – and a deep, thunderous voice cuts through the hall.

It rolls out with full Alpha Tone. Every werewolf in the room freezes.

*“Since when is my pup yours?“*