Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 112

Whatever it was, it was buried under layers of soap and shampoo, as if she had scrubbed her skin thoroughly sometime today

I leaned closer, my hand moving to cup the side of her neck. She didn’t pull away, didn’t protest. If anything, she seemed to sway toward me.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I said quietly, my thumb brushing across her cheek.

Her lips parted slightly, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. Something was warring inside her, some internal battle I couldn’t understand.

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, there was a sharp knock on the door.

“Alpha!” Marcus’s urgent voice called through the wood. “We have a situation that requires your immediate

attention.”

I cursed under my breath, every muscle in my body tensing with frustration. The timing couldn’t have been

worse.

“Alpha, it’s about the preparations for tomorrow’s event,” Marcus continued, his voice carrying a note of

barely controlled panic. “There’s been a major complication.”

I closed my eyes, torn between my desperate need to resolve things with Clara and my responsibilities as pack leader. The event we were hosting was too important to ignore. I had been planning it for months,

and failure wasn’t an

option

“I have to go,” I said to Clara, my voice filled with frustration and regret.

She nodded, pulling 4

robe tighter around herself. “I understand.”

But I could see disappointment in her eyes, and something else. Relief, maybe? As if she was grateful for

the interruption.

That observation only deepened my suspicions.

I headed for the door, but paused with my hand on the handle.

“This conversation isn’t over,” I told her, making sure she understood that I wouldn’t be distracted from

getting answers indefinitely.

“I know,” she replied softly.

I opened the door to find Marcus waiting in the hallway with an expression of barely controlled panic.

“What’s the situation?” I asked as we walked quickly toward my office.

“The catering arrangements have completely fallen through,” Marcus explained rapidly. “The company we hired just called to say they can’t fulfill the contract. Something about a kitchen fire and health department

issues.”

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“And we have three hundred guests arriving tomorrow,” I said grimly.

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“Exactly. Plus there’s been an issue with the security protocols. Two of our allied packs have requested additional measures that conflict with our existing arrangements.”

I initially didn’t want to deal with any of this right now. My entire focus was on Clara and the unresolved tension between us. But with the biggest event our pack had hosted in years happening tomorrow, I couldn’t ignore the crisis.

We spent the next several hours in emergency mode, calling backup caterers, restructuring security plans, and coordinating with arriving delegations. Every detail had to be perfect, especially with so many important pack leaders attending.

By the time everything was sorted out and contingency plans were in place, it was well past midnight. My eyes were burning from exhaustion, and my neck ached from hours of tense negotiations.

When I finally returned to check on Clara, I found her door slightly ajar. I pushed it open quietly and saw

that she was already asleep, her breathing deep and even.

She looked peaceful in the moonlight streaming through her window, her face relaxed and unguarded in a

way it never was when she was awake.

Even in sleep, she was beautiful, but the questions about her loyalty and what she was hiding remained

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