Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 120

CHAPTER 104

Clara’s POV

“What about fabric?” Sophia asked, holding up swatches of silk and satin. “The alpha mentioned formal, but what’s your preference?”

I stared at the samples blankly. They all looked the same to me. Pretty pieces of cloth that would transform me into something I wasn’t.

“Whatever you think is best,” I said finally.

She nodded and made notes on her pad. “And for colors? I was thinking perhaps a deep blue to complement your eyes, or maybe a rich burgundy-”

“I don’t care.”

The words came out harsher than I intended, and Sophia’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. I forced myself to soften my tone.

“I’m sorry. I’m just… tired. Pick whatever you think looks good.”

She studied me for a moment, her expression maternal and concerned. “Are you alright, dear?”

No. I wasn’t alright. I was falling apart from the inside out, and I didn’t know how to stop it.

“I’m fine,” I lied.

She didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t push. Instead, she finished her measurements in silence, packing up her supplies with practiced efficiency.

“I’ll have the dresses ready by tomorrow evening,” she said, gathering her things. “Four options, as the alpha requested.”

“Thank you.”

She hesitated at the door, turning back to look at me. “Miss Clara? For what it’s worth, I’ve never seen the alpha as happy as he’s been since you arrived. Whatever’s wrong, I’m sure it can be fixed.”

I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that what I’d done could be forgiven, that the trust I’d shattered could be rebuilt.

But the look in Darius’s eyes told a different story.

After Sophia left, I stood alone in the living room, surrounded by the ghosts of my mistakes.

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CHAPTER 104

The scent of another man still clung to my skin, a reminder of my betrayal.

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I thought about Killian’s hands on my body, the way he’d made me feel like I was drowning in pleasure. I thought about his whispered promises, his dark smiles, the way he’d challenged me to embrace the parts of myself I’d always hidden.

And then I thought about Darius. About the night he’d found me bleeding and broken in his territory. About the way he’d looked at me then, like I was something precious instead of something discarded.

I had to choose between them. I knew that now. This liminal space I’d been living in, caught between two worlds, two men, two versions of myself–it was over.

The question was: who did I choose?

The man who had saved me, or the man who had awakened me?

My legs felt heavy as I climbed the stairs to my room. Each step was a struggle, like I was walking through quicksand. By the time I reached my door, I felt hollow inside, scraped clean of everything except guilt and regret.

I pushed open the door and stepped into the darkness of my room, closing it behind me with a soft click. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breathing.

I leaned against the door, my head falling back against the wood. Tomorrow, I would have to play the part of Darius’s companion at some alpha’s meeting. I would have to smile and charm and pretend like everything was normal.

But tonight, I was alone with my choices and the weight of what I’d done.

I slumped against the door, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. The cold wood pressed against my back, and I welcomed the discomfort. It felt like penance.

For the first time in my life, I truly understood what it meant to be caught between two worlds. And I had no idea how to find my way back to solid ground.

I don’t know how long I sat there on the floor, replaying Darius’s words over and over. Try not to embarrass me more than you already have. Each time they cut deeper.

I had betrayed the one person who saved me. The one person who gave me everything when

I had nothing. The memory of his tired eyes haunted me. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, probably sitting there waiting for me to come home. Waiting to confront me about what he already knew.

Finally, I pushed myself up and headed to the bathroom. I needed to wash this guilt away, even if it was impossible.

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