Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 230

CHAPTER 212

Alpha Darius’s POV

Lucien shrugged. “I suspected. Clara is damn too intelligent to limit herself to one option.”

The realization of this betrayal cut deep because these weren’t just strangers trying to steal my mate. These were people I’d trusted, people I’d considered family.

My wolf snarled, wanting to kill them all.

I grabbed the conference table and flipped it over with a single motion as papers scattered everywhere, and the massive oak table crashed onto its side with a thunderous boom.

“This is perfect,” Killian said, getting to his feet while wiping more blood from his mouth. “Because I’m

officially declaring this open hunting season.”

“What?” I asked, turning back to him with murder in my eyes as my wolf was ready to tear him apart.

“Clara is fair game now,” Killian announced, his green eyes glittering despite the beating I’d given him. “Anyone who’s strong enough, smart enough, and worthy enough can compete for her. May the best Alpha

win.”

I grabbed a heavy paperweight from the floor and hurled it at his head with all my strength as he ducked, making it punch a hole through the drywall behind him while dust and debris rained down.

“Clara isn’t a prize,” I snarled, stalking toward him again as my wolf was circling its prey.

“Isn’t she?” Killian asked, backing away but keeping that confidence. “Beautiful, powerful, intelligent, passionate. What else would you call someone like that?”

“My mate,” I said, swinging at his face.

My fist connected hard as Killian’s head whipped to the side and blood exploded from his nose. He staggered back.

But he was still smiling.

“For now,” he said through the blood. “But mates can change their minds, especially when they realize they have better options.”

I was about to hit him again when Ronan spoke up.

“I hate to pop this little celebration,” he said, his voice dry and sarcastic as he seemed unbothered by the destruction around us. “But there’s something you all should know.”

I whirled on him with fists still clenched. “What?”

“Clara is my mate. I had felt the mate bond with her for months, so it’s definitely real,” he said calmly, like he was talking about the weather.

The roots went dead silent except for Killierte labored breathing, and even he stopped smirking

My wolf went completely still, like it was processing this new threat.

“What?” I choked out

“Months,” Ronan repeated, that calm never leaving his voice. “I found out we were mates the first time i met her in your pack. The spark and connection from the bond was.. undeniable. Even till this day, the bond is still there.”

My wolf roared back to life, wanting to kill everything, wanting to destroy them all.

“You’re lying.” Killian said, blood still dripping from his nose.

“Am I?” Ronan asked. “Clara and I have even been exploring our mate connection.”

I grabbed Ronan by the shirt and slammed him against the wall as books from the damaged shelves

rained down around us.

“You too?” I snarled in his face. “My own ally?”

My wolf was beyond rage now, pure destruction, wanting to tear them all limb from limb.

Ronan didn’t struggle against my grip and just looked at me with those calculating eyes.

“I believe I’m more level headed than any of you,” he said, like I wasn’t about to crush his skull. “More stable, more mature. And no offense to you, Darius, but out of all of us, I think I deserve Clara most.”

I drew back my fist to punch him, but something in his expression stopped me. Not fear. Pity.

My wolf howled at the insult.

“She deserves the best,” Ronan continued. “Someone who can match her intelligence, strength, and ambition. Someone who won’t try to cage her.”

The suggestion that I was caging Clara made me release him with a shove that sent him stumbling back. “I don’t cage anyone,” I said through gritted teeth.

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My wolf disagreed, wanting to cage everything, wanting to lock Clara away where no one else could touch

her.

“Don’t you?” Ronan straightened his shirt calmly. “When was the last time Clara made a decision without considering how it would affect you, how it would make you feel?”

But that was love, wasn’t it? Considering your partner’s feelings?

Or was I wrong?

My wolf didn’t care about love and only cared about possession.

Before I could answer, Killian burst into wicked laughter.

“You’re delusional, Ronan,” he said, still holding his bleeding nose. “What makes you think Clara would

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