Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 117

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Alpha Darius’s POV

After tomorrow’s event was over, I would get the truth from Clara. No matter what it took.

But first, I had to make sure the event actually happened without any disasters.

I was up before dawn, reviewing security protocols and double–checking every detail. Three hundred guests would be arriving in three days, including some of the most powerful Alphas in the region. There was no room for error.

The inter–pack gathering was the most important political event our pack had hosted in over a decade. Alliance negotiations, territorial agreements, and trade discussions would all take place over the course of two days. The outcome could affect our pack’s standing for years to

come.

I had been planning this gathering for eight months, ever since the Council had approved our application to host. The prestige of hosting such an event was enormous, but so was the responsibility. One mistake could damage our reputation permanently.

The guest list alone represented a who’s who of werewolf politics. Alpha King Dominic from the Northern Territories, Alpha Regina from the Coastal Clans, and dozens of other influential leaders who rarely gathered in one place. The networking opportunities were invaluable, but the potential for political disasters was equally high.

I was in the main conference room with Marcus and several other senior pack members, going over the final seating arrangements when my beta, Xander, burst through the door.

“Alpha,” he said, slightly out of breath. “There’s an urgent call for you from the Council.”

I looked up from the charts spread across the table. We had been working on these seating arrangements for weeks, carefully balancing political alliances and historical rivalries to avoid any incidents.

“The Council? What do they want?”

“They wouldn’t say. Just that it was urgent and you needed to take the call immediately.”

I cursed under my breath. The last thing I needed right now was Council interference, especially when we were so close to the event starting.

The Council had a reputation for last–minute meddling in pack affairs, usually justified by vague security concerns or administrative requirements. I had been hoping we would fly under their radar until after the gathering was successfully completed.

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“Transfer it to my office,” I said, already gathering up the papers. “Marcus, continue with the arrangements. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

I made my way to my office quickly, my mind racing through possible reasons the Council might be calling. None of them were good.

The Council had a habit of making last–minute changes to important events, usually for political reasons that benefited them more than the participating packs. I had been hoping we would avoid their interference this time.

The phone was already ringing when I reached my desk.

“Alpha Darius speaking,” I answered.

“Alpha Darius, this is Council Leader Morrison. I’m calling about the inter–pack gathering scheduled for three days from now.”

My stomach dropped. Morrison was one of the most powerful Council members, known for his ruthless political maneuvering and his tendency to micromanage pack affairs.

“What about it?”

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