Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 229

CHAPTER 211

Alpha Darlus’s POV

The silence stretched on after he said those words, and everyone in the room waited for whatever bomb he was about to drop.

And I was no different.

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I could see the satisfaction in Killian’s eyes as he enjoyed having everyone’s attention. This was what he’d been building toward all evening.

“Well?” I demanded.

Killian leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, like he had all the time in the world.

“Clara and I have been spending time together,” he said casually. “Quite a lot of time.”

My blood turned cold as the chair creaked under my grip, my hands tightening on the armrests.

“What kind of time?” I asked, my voice already dropping to that dangerous tone.

“The intimate kind,” Killian replied with a smirk. “We’ve been meeting regularly, having private conversations.”

“Private conversations,” I repeated, standing up slowly so my full height cast a shadow across the table.

“Among other things,” Killian said as his smile got wider. “Clara is quite passionate when she wants to be, very vocal about her needs.”

That was it.

The last thread of my control snapped.

My wolf snarled inside me, clawing at my chest as it wanted blood, wanted to tear apart everything that

had touched what was mine.

I lunged across the table with my hands going straight for Killian’s throat. He moved fact, but not fast enough, as my fingers wrapped around his neck and I hauled him up from his chair.

“You lying piece of shit,” I snarled, slamrning him back against the wall with an impact that shook the

entire room.

“Darius!” Lucien shouted.

I ignored him because my wolf was howling, wanting to kill, wanting to destroy.

Killian’s hands clawed at my wrists, but I was stronger, angrier, and my grip tightened.

“Tell me you’re lying,” I growled with my face inches from his. “Tell me now, or I’ll crush your windpipe.”

“Can’t… breathe…” Killian choked out, but that smirk was still there, still mocking me.

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Lequeezed harder. “Then talk faster.”

“It’s true…” he gasped. “Ask her… yourself.”

I threw him across the room, where he crashed into the bookshelf, sending books and decorations flying everywhere. But he was laughing, actually laughing as he picked himself op.

My wolf roared inside me, wanting more blood, more violence, wanting to tear this room apart

“The times she went missing from the pack for hours,” Killian said while wiping blood from his split lip. “Those long runs she claimed to need, coming back super late, sometimes almost spending the night out.”

Each word was like a knife to my chest as I remembered those times, recalling Clara’s explanations when she said she needed space to think, and how she claimed she was just going on her usual morning runs to train. I’d thought it was normal.

So, all my efforts to separate them when I noticed his interest in her were useless?

My wolf clawed at my insides, wanting out, wanting to hunt, wanting to kill everything that had dared

touch my mate.

“We enjoyed having fun in your neighboring pack together,” Killian continued while straightening his shirt. “Very thoroughly. Clara has excellent stamina for someone, so delicate looking.”

The rage exploded out of me.

I roared and charged at him again, but this time he was ready and ducked under my swing before driving his fist into my ribs. The impact barely registered through my fury.

My wolf was in control now, seeing everything through red, wanting blood, wanting death.

I grabbed Killian by the shirt and hurled him over the conference table, where he rolled with the impact

and came up in a crouch. But I was already there as my fist connected with his jaw, snapping his head

back.

Blood sprayed across the wall.

“You touched her,” I snarled. “You fucking touched what’s mine.”

My wolf wanted more, wanted to tear his throat out, wanted to hear him scream.

“Enough!” Ronan shouted, moving to step between us.

I spun toward him with eyes wild with fury. “Stay back, or you’re next.”

My wolf saw him as another threat, another enemy, another thing that wanted to take my mate.

Ronan held up his hands but didn’t retreat. “Darius, calm down.”

“Calm down?” I laughed with no humor in it as my wolf laughed too, a dark, dangerous sound. “My mate has been whoring herself out to my allies, and you want me to calm down?”

Killian spat blood onto the floor. “Now, now, Darius. Violence won’t change what’s already happened,

though ! suppose you could try putting your mate on a leash if you want to prevent future wandering

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