Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 220

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Not an accident. A deliberate touch, fingers trailing along my calf in a way that made my skin tingle.

I jerked in surprise, water going down wrong. I started coughing hard, my eyes watering. “Clara!” Darius was immediately concerned, his hand on my back. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” I gasped between coughs. “Just… went down wrong.

All four men were looking at me with worry. I studied their faces quickly, trying to see if anyone looked guilty or satisfied. But they all seemed genuinely concerned.

Darius looked worried and confused. Ronan was leaning forward, alert like he was ready to help. Killian had a small smile on his face, but it looked like the kind of smile someone wore when they were trying to be reassuring. And Lucien… Lucien was watching me with those dark eyes, his expression unreadable.

“You sure?” Ronan asked.

“I’m sure.” I glanced down at the table, but all I could see were legs and shadows-no way to tell who might have touched me.

Maybe I’d imagined it. The stress of everything lately could be making me paranoid.

We went back to eating and talking, but I found myself watching everyone more carefully. Every movement, every gesture, every time someone shifted in their chair.

When it happened again, I was listening to Killian tell a story about some trade dispute when i felt fingers brush my ankle, then slide slowly up toward my knee-light, teasing, and intimate.

This time, I managed not to choke, but I couldn’t stop the sharp breath I took. All four men looked at me

immediately.

“Something wrong?” Darius asked.

“No, I just…” I looked at each of them. They all looked concerned and confused. “I thought I felt

something.”

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“Felt what?” Ronan asked.

“Nothing. Probably nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing. And as dinner continued, it kept happening. A brush against my calf while we talked about grain shipments. Fingers trailing along my knee during a discussion about patrol schedules.

Each touch was perfectly timed, completely hidden, impossible to trace back to anyone specific.

The fourth time, I was getting really nervous. I was jumpy, distracted, and constantly looking at faces, trying to read expressions. But all four men seemed completely normal.

Darius was his usual self, occasionally asking if I was feeling well. Ronan was polite but intense, watching

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me with those dark eyes. Killian was as charming as always, telling jokes that made the others laugh. And Lucien contributed quietly to the conversation, though I caught him watching me more than once.

But someone was playing games with me. Someone was deliberately trying to unnerve me.

The fifth touch was bolder. More intimate. Fingers sliding up the inside of my thigh in a way that made me gasp and jerk back in my chair.

“Excuse me,” I said, standing so quickly my chair scraped the floor. “I need to use the bathroom.”

I hurried from the room, my face burning. In the small bathroom off the dining room, I stared at myself in the mirror.

My cheeks were flushed, my breathing was quick, and my hands were shaking a little. Someone at that table was messing with me, and I had no idea who.

It could be any of them. They all had reasons. They all had the opportunity, sitting close enough to reach me. And they all had the skill to do it without getting caught.

But I couldn’t prove anything. I couldn’t even be completely sure it was happening, except I felt it every time.

When I returned to the dining room, all four men looked up with concern.

“Feeling better?” Darius asked.

“Much,” I said, taking my seat.

I spent the rest of the meal on edge, waiting for another touch. But it didn’t come. Whoever was doing it seemed to have decided they’d done enough.

As dessert was being served, I made my decision. I couldn’t take any more of this tonight.

“I’m sorry, everyone,” I said, standing again. “I’m exhausted. It’s been a long day, and I think I need to get

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