Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 127

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Behind us, I could hear the low murmur of conversation as more attendees found their places. The energy in the room was building, that particular tension that came when powerful people gathered to discuss business that could reshape territorial boundaries and pack alliances.

A few tables over, I spotted Lucien taking his seat. He looked distracted, his usual sharp focus seeming scattered. Interesting. The Red Moon heir was typically one of the most composed alphas in any room.

Killian and Ronan had found seats at a table directly across from us, close enough that I could see them but far enough away that casual conversation would be impossible. Killian caught my eye and raised his glass in a mock toast, that same infuriating smirk on his face.

The lights dimmed slightly as a tall, distinguished man in an expensive suit approached the podium. Council Leader Morrison, the same bastard who had forced the venue change for my own gathering. His presence here meant this meeting was more important than the usual quarterly check–ins.

“Good evening, alphas and honored guests,” Morrison’s voice carried easily through the sound system. “Welcome to this session of the Regional Alpha Council. We have much to discuss tonight.”

The room fell silent, all attention focused on the platform.

“As tradition dictates, we’ll begin by acknowledging the achievements and developments within our member packs over the past quarter. These reports help us understand the changing landscape of our territories and identify opportunities for mutual benefit.”

Morrison consulted his notes. “We’ll start with Alpha Ferdinand from the Coastal Regions.”

A heavy–set man with graying hair stood at his table and began reciting his pack’s accomplishments. New trade agreements with human corporations, expansion of their fishing operations, successful negotiations with neighboring packs over water rights.

Standard stuff. Respectable but unremarkable.

The reports continued around the room. Each alpha stood to deliver their updates, some more impressive than others. Alpha Helena from the Forest Clans had successfully mediated a territorial dispute that had been brewing for months. Alpha Robert from the Plains Territory had doubled his pack’s livestock holdings through strategic acquisitions.

All solid achievements, but nothing that would shift the balance of power in any significant

way.

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Then Morrison called my name.

“Alpha Darius Kincaid, Shadowfang Pack.”

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I rose smoothly, feeling every eye in the room turn toward me. This was theater as much as business, and I knew how to play the part.

“Over the past quarter, Shadowfang Pack has completed acquisition of three smaller territories in the Northwestern region,” I began, my voice carrying clearly through the silent room. “These acquisitions were accomplished through negotiation rather than force, resulting in a peaceful integration of approximately two hundred wolves into our pack

structure.”

Murmurs rippled through the audience. Peaceful territorial expansion was rare and highly valued by the Council.

“Additionally, we’ve established new trade relationships with four human corporations, increasing our pack’s annual revenue by thirty–seven percent. Our security consulting business has expanded into three new states, and we’ve been contracted to provide protective services for two high–profile political figures.”

The murmurs grew louder. Those were impressive numbers by any standard.

“We’ve also completed construction of our new training facility, which will allow us to offer specialized combat instruction to allied packs. And finally, our pack’s fertility rates have increased by fifteen percent over the previous year, indicating strong pack health and morale.”

I sat down to a room full of impressed faces and whispered conversations. Those achievements represented months of careful planning and execution, and the results spoke

for themselves.

Pride swelled in my chest, though I kept my expression neutral. Shadowfang Pack was becoming a force to be reckoned with, and everyone in this room now knew it.

I turned slightly in my seat, intending to catch Lucien’s eye and share a subtle moment of satisfaction. He was one of the few alphas here who could truly appreciate the complexity of what I’d accomplished.

But Lucien wasn’t paying attention to the speakers at all. Instead, he was leaning close to Ronan and Killian, the three of them engaged in what looked like an intense, whispered

conversation.

That was unusual. Lucien rarely engaged in casual socializing during formal sessions, and he certainly didn’t huddle with other alphas like they were plotting something.

What were they discussing that was more important than the formal proceedings?

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I watched them for another moment, trying to read their body language. Lucien looked agitated, his usual composed demeanor cracked. Ronan was nodding seriously, while Killian kept glancing in my direction.

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