Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 103

CHAPTER 07

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“Clara,” Derek said once we were relatively alone again. “Are you alright? You seem… off today.”

“I’m fine,” I said quickly. “Just tired from all the cleanup work.”

Derek didn’t look convinced. “Maybe you should take a break. Go get some rest.”

I wanted to argue, but after what had just happened, I knew he was right. I clearly wasn’t safe to be around other people when I was this distracted.

“Yeah, okay,” I agreed reluctantly.

I gathered up the remaining rope and put the training equipment away, trying to ignore the curious stares ! was still getting from some pack members.

As I was finishing up, Xander appeared at my side.

“Clara,” he said formally. “Alpha Darius wants to see you in his office.”

My stomach dropped. Of course he did. Word of what had just happened had probably already reached him.

“Now?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

“Now,” Xander confirmed.

I followed Xander through the packhouse, feeling like I was walking to my own execution. The last thing I wanted was to have to explain to Darius why I had been so distracted that I had accidentally tied up a pack member.

Especially when the reason for my distraction was something I couldn’t tell him about.

We reached Darius’s office, and Xander knocked on the door.

“Enter,” came Darius’s voice from inside.

Xander opened the door and gestured for me to go in. “Alpha, Clara is here as requested.”

“Thank you, Xander. You can go.”

Xander nodded and left, closing the door behind him. I was alone with Darius, who was sitting behind his desk looking at me with an unreadable expression.

“Sit,” he said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk.

I sat down, keeping my hands folded in my lap and trying to look calmer than I felt.

Darius studied me for a long moment before speaking.

“I heard about what happened during training today,” he said finally

“It was an accident,” I said quickly. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

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“But you did hurt someone,” Darius pointed out. “Not physically, but you scared that kid pretty badly.” I looked down at my hands. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t fix the problem, Clara. What happened today was dangerous. You could have seriously injured someone.”

“I know,” I repeated quietly.

“Do you?” Darius asked, his voice getting sharper, “Because this isn’t like you. You’re one of the most focused fighters I know. You don’t make mistakes like this.”

I could feel his eyes on me, studying my face for any sign of what was really going on.

“So I’m going to ask you again,” he continued. “What’s wrong? What’s got you so distracted that you’re accidentally tying up pack members?”

I kept my eyes fixed on my hands, not trusting myself to look at him. If I met his gaze, he would see right through me.

“I’m just tired,” I said. “The storm cleanup has been exhausting.”

“Bullshit,” Darius said bluntly. “I’ve seen you work through exhaustion before. This is something else.”

When I didn’t respond, he stood up from his desk and walked around to lean against the front of it, much closer to me.

“Clara, look at me.”

I reluctantly raised my eyes to meet his gaze.

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