Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 124

CHAPTER 108-1

Alpha Darius’s POV

“Alpha Darius, your mate is ready.”

I looked up from my phone, and the breath left my lungs.

Clara stood before me transformed. The makeup artist and hair stylist had worked magic, but it wasn’t just their skill that made me stare. It was her. The way she carried herself. The quiet strength in her posture despite the uncertainty I could see flickering in her eyes.

Her hair was swept up in an elegant style that showed off the graceful curve of her neck. The makeup enhanced her natural beauty without hiding it, making her warm brown eyes seem even more striking. She wore a deep blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, the color bringing out the gold flecks in her eyes.

She was stunning. Absolutely breathtaking.

And she was mine.

The thought hit me with surprising force. Not just because of our agreement, though that was part of it. But seeing her like this, seeing the woman she’d become under my protection and training, something possessive and primal stirred in my chest.

This beautiful, strong, dangerous woman belonged to me.

I stood slowly, my eyes never leaving her face. She shifted slightly under my gaze, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Even that small reaction made heat pool in my stomach.

“You look incredible,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than intended.

The makeup artist and hair stylist beamed with pride, but I barely noticed them. My entire focus was on Clara, on the way her lips parted slightly at my words, on the way her breathing seemed to quicken.

Without sparing another moment, I crossed the room to her. She stayed perfectly still as I approached, but I could see her pulse fluttering at the base of her throat. Could smell the subtle change in her scent that told me she wasn’t as composed as she appeared.

I stopped directly in front of her, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. Close enough to see the way her pupils dilated as she looked up at me.

I wanted to kiss her. Wanted to claim that perfect mouth and remind her exactly who she belonged to. But she looked too perfect to mess up, and we had appearances to maintain.

Instead, I leaned down and breathed in her scent. She smelled like jasmine and vanilla and so

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edible that it made my wolf pace restlessly in my mind.

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“You’re lucky we have an event to attend,” I whispered against her ear, my lips barely brushing her skin. “Otherwise, you’d be stark naked right now with my d**k buried inside you and your rosy buds in my mouth.”

I felt her entire body shudder at my words. Her knees actually wobbled, and I had to resist the urge to reach out and steady her. Perfect. I had her exactly where I wanted her. Off balance. Wanting. Completely under my control.

I pulled back just enough to see her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing shallow, and the look in her eyes was pure desire mixed with shock. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it again.

Good. Let her think about those words all evening. Let her remember exactly what was waiting for her when we returned to our room.

I took a step back, giving her space to collect herself, and turned to the makeup artist and hair stylist. Both women were bright red, their faces a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. They were clearly fighting hard not to squeal at what they’d just witnessed.

“Thank you both for your excellent work,” I said smoothly, as if I hadn’t just made an extremely explicit promise to the woman standing beside me. “Clara looks absolutely perfect.”

“You’re very welcome, Alpha,” the makeup artist managed to say, her voice slightly higher than normal. “She was already beautiful. We just enhanced what was already there.”

“Indeed.” I pulled out my wallet and handed them both generous tips. “Your discretion is appreciated.”

They nodded quickly, understanding the subtle warning beneath my polite words. What happened in this room stayed in this room.

Clara was still standing frozen in place, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I could practically feel the effect my words had on her, could see it in the way she kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

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CHAPTER 108-2

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“Clara,” I said gently, and she snapped to attention. “Are you ready?”

She cleared her throat and nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.” I offered her my arm, the picture of a gentleman escort. “Shall we?”

She slipped her hand through my arm, her fingers trembling slightly against my jacket. The small contact sent satisfaction coursing through me. She was rattled, aroused, and trying desperately to maintain her composure. Exactly how I wanted her.

We made our way out of the suite and toward the elevators. Clara stayed close to my side, her steps measured and careful. I could feel the tension in her body, could smell the lingering

arousal that my words had triggered.

As we waited for the elevator, I noticed all the small things she did to steady herself. The way she took slow, deep breaths. The way she straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin. The way she fought to project confidence even when I could tell she was still affected by what I’d whispered in her ear.

She was stronger than she knew. Stronger than she gave herself credit for. And that strength, combined with her beauty and the fire that burned beneath her surface, made her absolutely

irresistible.

The elevator doors opened, and I guided her inside with a gentle hand on the small of her back. She leaned into the touch slightly, as if seeking comfort or stability. Another small

victory.

“Remember,” I said quietly as the elevator descended, “tonight you’re my mate. My partner. My equal. These people will be watching everything we do, everything we say. They’ll be looking for weaknesses, for cracks they can exploit.”

She nodded, her expression growing more focused. “I understand.”

“Show them the woman I see,” I continued. “Strong. Intelligent. Worthy of standing beside an alpha.”

“And if they ask questions about us? About our relationship?”

“Follow my lead. We’ve been together for eight months. We’re happy. We’re in love.” The last word felt strange on my tongue, but I said it with conviction. “Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open to reveal the hotel’s grand ballroom. The space

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was magnificent, all crystal chandeliers and marble floors and floor–to–ceiling windows that looked out over the mountains. Tables draped in white linens were scattered throughout the room, and a small orchestra played softly in one corner.

And everywhere I looked, I saw power. Alphas from dozens of packs, all dressed in their finest, all projecting authority and strength. Their companions were equally impressive, beautiful women who knew how to navigate the dangerous waters of pack politics.

This was Clara’s first time in a room like this. Her first time being scrutinized by people who could make or break alliances with a single conversation. I felt her tense beside me as we stepped into the ballroom, felt her take in the sheer magnitude of what we were walking into.

“Breathe,” I murmured, my hand finding the small of her back again. “You belong here.”

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