Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 101

CHAPTER 91

+25 Pointá

CHAPTER 91

Clara’s POV

The moment Killian’s footsteps faded down the hallway, I exploded.

I grabbed the first thing I could reach, a heavy book from my bedside table, and hurled it at the door where he had just been standing. It hit the wood with a loud thud and crashed to the floor

“Arrogant bastard!” I snarled, looking around for something else to throw.

My hands found the water glass next to my bed. I picked it up and launched it at the wall. It shattered into pieces, sending glass flying across the floor.

The sound of it breaking felt good. Really good.

I kicked at the chair by my desk, sending it toppling over with a bang. Then I swept my arm across the desk surface, sending papers and pens scattering everywhere.

“Who does he think he is?” I muttered angrily, grabbing a pillow from my bed and throwing it as hard as I could.

The pillow hit the lamp on my dresser, knocking it over. It didn’t break, but it made a satisfying crash as it hit the floor.

I was breathing hard now, my heart racing with pure rage. How dare he come into my room twice

in one night? How dare he touch me and make me feel things I didn’t want to feel?

And that stupid note. That smug, arrogant note with his suggestive words about wearing something light.

I spotted the folded paper still sitting on my bedside table where he had left it. The sight of it made my anger flare even hotter.

I marched over and snatched it up, ready to tear it into tiny pieces. But something made me

hesitate.

“Wear something light,” I repeated his words out loud, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “As if I

would ever…”

But even as I said it, I could feel heat creeping up my neck. Because deep down, in a part of my mind I didn’t want to acknowledge, I was curious.

What did he want from me? What could he possibly do that would make me want to go find him?

The thought made me even angrier.

00

O

<

CHAPTER 91

+25 Points

I crumpled the note into a tight ball and threw it across the room. It hit the window and bounced onto the floor.

“I hate him,” I said out loud, but my voice sounded less convincing than I wanted it to.

I looked around at the mess I had made. Books scattered everywhere, glass on the floor, furniture knocked over. It looked like a tornado had hit my room.

Good. It matched how I felt inside.

I spent the next twenty minutes cleaning up, picking up glass. carefully and putting furniture back where it belonged. By the time I was done, my anger had cooled slightly, replaced by exhaustion

I climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over my head, trying to block out everything that had happened tonight.

But sleep didn’t come easily. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see Killian’s face. That smug smile, those intense green eyes, the way he had looked at me like he could see right through me.

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours, trying to push thoughts of him out of my mind. But they kept creeping back in.

The way his hands had felt on my skin. The way my body had responded despite my protests. The way he had made me feel things I had only felt with Darius.

That last thought made me feel sick with guilt all over again.

Eventually, exhaustion won out and I fell into a restless sleep filled with confusing dreams.

I woke up the next morning feeling groggy and irritated. Sunlight was streaming through my window, and I could hear the sounds of pack members going about their morning routines.

I got dressed quickly and headed downstairs, hoping that keeping busy would help clear my head.

The packhouse was buzzing with activity. People were still dealing with storm cleanup, organizing repair crews, and handling the various tasks that came with running a large pack.

I threw myself into the work, volunteering for every job I could find. I helped move supplies, assisted with damage assessments, and spent hours hauling debris from the training grounds.

The physical labor felt good. It gave me something to focus on besides the mess in my head.

But even while I was working, my mind kept wandering back to Killian. Little things would remind me of him throughout the day.

When I was carrying a heavy box and someone offered to help, I remembered how easily Killian had lifted me and carried me around. When I was discussing repair schedules with other pack

00

THE

O

<

CHAPTER 91

members, I remembered his voice whispering in my ear.

+25 Points

Every time these thoughts crept in, I would shake my head violently and force myself to focus on whatever task I was doing.

“Focus, Clara,” I muttered to myself as I picked up another piece of broken fence. “Stop thinking about him.”

But it was harder than it should have been.

During lunch break, I overheard some pack members talking about the roads being cleared faster than expected. Apparently the crews had been working around the clock to get everything passable again.

“Should be open by tomorrow,” one of them said. “Alpha Darius really pushed for speed on this project.”

I knew why. He wanted to make sure Killian was long gone and couldn’t come back easily.

The thought of Killian being so close, just in the neighboring pack’s territory, made my stomach

twist in ways I didn’t want to examine.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify