Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 147

CHAPTER 131-1

Alpha Darius’s POV

But there was work to be done, a ceremony to plan, and a pack to prepare.

I made my way back to the packhouse, already thinking ahead to the tasks that awaited me. The Luna

ceremony would be the largest event our pack had hosted in years, and every detail needed to be perfect.

Not because I cared about impressing our guests, but because any sign of weakness or disorganization

would be seen as an opportunity by our enemies.

I spent the next few hours in my office, handling the usual business of running a pack including territory disputes, trade agreements, and security reports. The mundane but necessary work that kept Shadowfang Pack running smoothly.

But even as I worked through the paperwork, part of my mind was focused on the ceremony, on Clara, and on the message I would be sending to every alpha in the region.

By late afternoon, it was time for the meeting I’d been anticipating all day.

I made my way to the large conference room on the second floor of the packhouse, where my senior staff would be waiting. These were the wolves who handled the complex logistics of pack operations and who turned my decisions into reality.

Today, they would help me plan Clara’s elevation to Luna.

I pushed open the conference room door to find eight wolves seated around the long oak table. Xander sat at the far end, surrounded by folders and documents, while the others included our head of security, our logistics coordinator, our communications director, and several other high–ranking officials.

“My apologies for the delay,” I said, moving to my seat at the head of the table. “Continue.”

Xander nodded and gestured to the stack of papers in front of him. “I’ve prepared the initial invitation list for the Luna ceremony. We have representatives from forty–three packs confirmed, plus the Council members who expressed interest in attending.”

“Good. Show me the list.”

He slid a document across the table. I scanned the names, noting the mix of allies, neutral parties, and a few potential rivals. Exactly what I’d expected.

“The Mountain Clans?” I asked, noting their absence.

“Alpha Viktor declined. He cited scheduling conflicts, but I suspect he’s uncomfortable with the…

circumstances.”

Circumstances. A polite way of saying he disapproved of my choice.

“His loss. Anyone else notable declining?”

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“Three smaller packs from the western territories. Nothing significant.”

I set the list aside. “What about security arrangements?”

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Our head of security, a grizzled veteran named Torres, leaned forward. “We’ll have a perimeter of fifty guards around the ceremony site. Additional patrols on all access roads. Background checks on every

guest and their retinues.”

“Not enough,” I said immediately. “Double the perimeter guards. Triple the patrols. I want every blade of grass between here and the border monitored.”

Torres nodded, making notes. “Understood, Alpha.”

“What about decorations?” asked Sarah, our events coordinator.

“Colors and themes will be left to my mate,” I said firmly. “Clara will decide how she wants the ceremony

to look.”

A few eyebrows rose around the table, but no one commented. Smart.

“Catering arrangements?” I continued.

“Already in progress,” Sarah replied. “We’re planning for eight hundred guests, including retinues and security details.”

The meeting continued for another hour, covering everything from parking arrangements to guest accommodations. Every detail was discussed, every contingency planned for.

As we neared the end, I noticed several of my staff exchanging glances. The kind of looks that suggested there was something they wanted to say but were reluctant to bring up.

“Is there something else?” I asked.

Silence for a moment. Then Elder Morrison, the oldest member of my council, cleared his throat. “Alpha, if I may… some of us have concerns about your decision to officially recognize Clara as Luna.”

I leaned back in my chair, studying his face. “What kind of concerns?”

“She’s an outsider,” Morrison said carefully. “A former rogue with no pack connections, no political alliances that benefit us. Some wonder if this choice serves the pack’s best interests.”

“And what do you wonder, Morrison?”

He shifted uncomfortably. “I wonder if perhaps a period of… adjustment might be wise. Allow her to integrate more fully before making such a significant commitment.”

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I let the silence stretch, watching as the tension in the room grew. Other council members avoided my eyes, clearly agreeing with Morrison but lacking the courage to say so

“My decision is final,” I said, my votee carrying the absolute authority of my position. “Clara will be Luna. There will be no adjustment period, no gradual integration, no committee review of my personal choices.”

Morrison’s face flushed. “Alpha, I meant no disrespect-”

“Then show respect by accepting my decision without question.” I stood, signaling the end of the meeting. “Clara has proven herself worthy of this position through her actions. If any of you can’t see that, perhaps you’re not as wise as I thought.”

No one argued. No one dared.

“The ceremony will proceed as planned. One week from today. Make it happen.”

The staff began filing out, murmuring among themselves. Only Xander remained, gathering up his

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documents with practiced efficiency.

“We need to discuss the invitations,” I said once we were alone.

“Of course, Alpha. Should we send them from your office?”

“No. Too many renovations happening.” I’d already ordered work to begin on expanding my office space to accommodate Clara. A proper Luna needed proper workspace. “Use the smaller office in the west

building.”

We made our way across the packhouse grounds to one of the auxiliary buildings. The west office was smaller but perfectly functional, with secure communication equipment and administrative supplies. Xander set up his laptop and began pulling up the digital invitation system. “Standard format for the announcements?”

“Yes. But make sure the language is clear. This isn’t a request for attendance. It’s a summons.”

He nodded and began typing. I watched as the formal invitations took shape on his screen, each one addressed to a specific alpha with the ceremony details clearly outlined.

“Ready to send?” he asked after several minutes.

“Send them.”

Xander hit the transmit button, and I knew that within minutes, alphas across the region would be receiving the news. The invitations would spread quickly, carried by digital networks and pack communication systems.

By evening, every major pack would know that Clara was becoming Luna of Shadowfang Pack. We’d barely sent twenty invitations when my phone rang. The caller ID showed a conference number i

recognized immediately.

“Alpha Darius,” I answered.

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“Darius.” Killian’s voice came through clearly, along with the background sounds of two other connections joining. “I hope you don’t mind the group call. Lucien and Ronan wanted to speak with you as well.”

“Gentlemen,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“We just received some interesting invitations, Ronan said, his tone carefully neutral. “Congratulations on your upcoming Luna ceremony.”

“Thank you.”

“Though I have to admit,” Lucien added, “we didn’t expect you to take a Luna at all. You’ve always been so focused on pack business.”

“Times change.”

“They certainly do,” Killian said with a slight laugh. “Though choosing a former rogue is… unconventional.”

I felt my jaw tighten. “Is there a point to this call?”

“No offense intended,” Ronan said quickly. “It’s just that some of us are concerned about the implications.”

“What implications?”

“Well,” Lucien said carefully, “Clara’s background is somewhat… unclear. We don’t know much about her previous pack, her family connections, her political value.”

“Her political value?” I repeated, my voice dropping to a dangerous level.

“You know what I mean,” Lucien continued. “Luna appointments usually strengthen alliances, create new trade opportunities, cement important relationships. Clara doesn’t bring any of those benefits.”

“And there’s the matter of her… instability,” Killian added. “She was nearly dead when you found her. That suggests some serious problems in her past.”

“Problems that could affect your pack’s reputation,” Ronan finished. “We’re just looking out for a friend.” I stood up, pacing to the window while keeping the phone pressed to my ear. The disappointment hit me harder than I’d expected. Killian and Ronan had both seen Clara fight. They’d individually witnessed her strength firsthand, Ronan had nearly been defeated by her in combat, and they had both seen the respect she commanded from warriors who’d trained with her.

And yet here they were, questioning her worth like she was some random stray I’d picked up.

“I have to say, I’m surprised,” I said, my voice cold. “Lucien, I understand your ignorance. You’ve barely interacted with Clara, so your doubts make sense.”

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