Love Times Four My Stepbrothers Are My Mates (Alayah) novel Chapter 131

**Chapter 131: Asshole**

**Alayah’s P.O.V.**

Over the course of the last two weeks, we have delved deeply into the troubling cases of rejection that have surfaced among the Shifters. It has become abundantly clear that every Shifter deserves to know the truth of what has transpired and the repercussions that follow.

Noah, ever the meticulous planner, insisted on compiling a comprehensive report on the trial to distribute to every Pack. However, Nero quickly interjected, reminding us that most members of our community have ignored the communications from the Elders for decades. The back-and-forth discussions were frustrating, as we struggled to devise a method to inform as many Shifters as possible without inviting them all to witness the trial firsthand.

After much deliberation, Uncle Josh proposed a solution that we could actually implement. With renewed energy, we began preparing the meeting room for our first trial, transforming it into a space that would hopefully foster accountability and understanding.

Each day, we’ve scheduled a case, as I believe it’s crucial for us to take the time we need to process everything, both for ourselves and for our Lycans. I have my doubts about whether we can tackle a case in a single session, regardless of whose side it is. I want to ensure we have ample time to absorb all the information presented.

Our inaugural trial revolves around Ron and Diya. His Mate has already embarrassed herself and even spent a night in the dungeons, a spectacle that has left me perplexed. What on earth possessed her to bring their child along? Is she truly planning on having him witness the proceedings? Does she want him to hear the sordid details of what his parents inflicted upon an innocent female?

I can hardly contain my anticipation to hear her justification for the torment she put Diya through, and I am equally curious about what Alpha Ron could possibly have been thinking. I know this abhorrent chapter must close today.

Stepping out of our walk-in closet, I adjust my black pencil skirt, which features a daring split on my left leg, and smooth down my fitted white shirt with short sleeves. My classic black stilettos, with their four-inch heels, click against the floor as I stride purposefully. My Mates emit soft growls of approval mixed with frustration at my outfit; they have a complex relationship with these looks, expressing both admiration and possessiveness.

“Let’s just get this over with,” I declare, my voice firm. “We have three days ahead of us filled with Shifters who believe they have a valid reason to inflict betrayal upon others. It’s high time we put an end to this nonsense.” With that, I step out of our bedroom and make my way to the living room where our Pups are waiting.

“Mama, look pretty!” Cassandra exclaims the moment I enter the room. I scoop her up under her arms, lifting her effortlessly into the air. She wraps her small arms around my neck, and I bury my face in her soft hair, inhaling her sweet scent. For a brief moment, Topaz and I relish this connection, allowing ourselves to forget the weight of the day ahead.

As I scan the meeting room, I take note of every Shifter present—some here for their own trial, others for the sake of witnessing another’s. At the front, I spot Diya and Ron, their presence heavy with tension. Our Elite Warriors are scattered throughout the room, dressed in casual attire that conceals their true identities.

“Alpha Ron,” I begin, my tone steady yet probing, “fifteen years ago, you forged a connection with Diya. She is your Gamma’s younger sister, and you allowed the Mate-bond to form. Yet, you chose another as your Mate. Why did you betray her in this way?”

I observe him glance at his chosen Mate, but I had ordered everyone to refrain from using their mind-link, a decision I’m grateful Anton reminded me of. This way, we can read their body language, not that Nathan or I need much help deciphering the truth.

“She is not a Gamma; she doesn’t even have a Wolf. My Pack needed a strong Luna, one with a Wolf,” Alpha Ron asserts, his conviction palpable.

His voice trembles with emotion as he recalls the memory. “Mom asked Dad if he thought Diya enjoyed their time together as much as she did, and Dad replied that he would continue to torment her until the day she died.”

The room falls silent, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. It takes nearly fifteen minutes for the tension to dissipate, and Nero begins calling each witness to the front. However, their testimonies do little to absolve Alpha Ron of his actions. The last witness called is the Pack Doctor, and his revelations are shocking.

He discloses that he had been sedating Diya every night to ensure that the emotional and physical pains of betrayal wouldn’t break her spirit. The bruises her Lynx endured were already a testament to her suffering. I find myself incredulous that Alpha Ron never pieced this together; he doesn’t strike me as the most astute Shifter in the room.

As we near the end of the testimonies, the clock approaches three in the afternoon. I don’t need much time to arrive at a decision.

“Alpha Ron, you will accept Diya’s rejection. I will order you to do so if you refuse to comply willingly,” I declare, standing firmly before him. Diya rejects him once more, and though he appears reluctant to accept it, after fifteen long years, he finally utters the words of acceptance.

Both of them scream in agony, but for Diya, the pain subsides almost immediately. I watch as she regains her composure, her breathing evening out. Her gaze shifts to Brock, a small smile breaking across her face.

The joy radiating from Brock is infectious; he has finally found his connection. He is determined to show Diya that not every male is an Asshole.