Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 141

CHAPTER 125

Clara’s POV

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“Are you okay?” I asked softly, stepping into his room and closing the door behind me.

Darius was standing by the window, his shoulders tense, his entire body radiating the kind of controlled fury that made my wolf nervous. He didn’t turn around when I spoke, just continued staring out at the

darkening sky.

“Do you want to see him?” His voice was quiet, but there was something dangerous underneath it.

“Who?”

“Don’t play games with me, Clara.” He turned then, and the look in his eyes made my breath catch in my throat. “Jaden. Do you want to see your former mate?”

The way he said ‘former mate‘ was like he was testing the words, seeing how they felt in his mouth. Like

he wasn’t entirely convinced they were true.

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“No,” I said immediately. “I told Derek-”

“I’m not asking what you told Derek.” He took a step toward me, his eyes never leaving my face. “I’m asking what you want. Deep down, in that place where you keep your real thoughts, do you want to see Jaden

again?”

There was something in his voice that made my skin prickle with awareness. This wasn’t just curiosity. This was interrogation.

“Darius, I already said-”

“Answer the question.”

Before I could respond, he moved. In two quick strides, he was in front of me, his hands braced against the door on either side of my head, caging me in. The heat from his body washed over me, and I could smell his scent, dark and masculine and completely overwhelming.

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“Do you want to see him?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous.

My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. “No.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No.”

His eyes searched my face, looking for any sign of deception. “Because if you are, if there’s even a part of you that’s curious about what he wants, you need to tell me now.”

“Why?”

“Because your answer is going to make or break everything between us.” His voice dropped to barely

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above a whisper. “So I suggest you think very carefully before you speak.”

The threat was subtle but unmistakable. This wasn’t just about Jaden’s message. This was about trust, about loyalty, about whether I was truly committed to the life we’d built together.

“I don’t want to see Jaden,” I said, my voice steady despite the way my pulse was racing. “I don’t want to talk to him, I don’t want to hear what he has to say, and I sure as hell don’t want to go crawling back to the pack that tried to kill me.“/

“Why?”

“Because he doesn’t deserve it.” The words came out fiercer than I’d intended. “He threw me away like garbage. He chose my sister over me, tried to have me murdered, and then went on with his life like I never existed. He doesn’t get to summon me back whenever it’s convenient for him.”

Something shifted in Darius’s expression. The dangerous edge was still there, but underneath it I could

see relief, satisfaction, possessiveness.

“Say it again,” he said.

“What?”

“Tell me you don’t want him.”

“I don’t want Jaden.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

My breath caught. “Darius-”

“Say it.” His voice was commanding now, the alpha tone that always made my knees weak.

“I’m yours.”

“Damn right you are.”

His mouth crashed down on mine with a hunger that stole my breath. This wasn’t the playful kiss from earlier in his office. This was claiming, possessive, desperate. His hands moved from the door to my face, his fingers tangling in my hair as he kissed me like he was trying to brand himself into my soul.

I kissed him back just as desperately, my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. The tension that had been building between us all evening exploded into pure need.

“No other alpha gets to have you,” he said against my lips. “No other man gets to touch you, to claim you, to even think about you.”

“Just you,” I whispered back.

“Just me.” His hands moved to my waist, lifting me up against the door. My legs wrapped around him automatically, and I could feel his arousal pressing against me through our clothes.

“You’re mine, Clara,” he said, his mouth moving to my throat. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

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Larched against him as his teeth scraped against my pulse point. “Yes.”

“Say my name.”

“Darius.”

“Again.”

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“Darius.”

He carried me to the bed, his mouth never leaving my skin. When he set me down, his hands immediately went to the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head with quick, efficient movements.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes dark as they roamed over my body. “And mine.”

His mouth found mine again as his hands explored, touching and claiming every inch of exposed skin. I pulled at his shirt, desperate to feel him against me, and he helped me, tossing it aside without ceremony.

The feel of his bare chest against mine made me gasp. All that strength, all that power, focused entirely on

1. me.

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“Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice rough

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