Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 231

CHAPTER 213

Alpha Darius’s POV

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Ronan’s expression darkened for the first time all evening. “My previous mate situation is complicated.”

“Is it?” Killian pressed. “Because Clara values loyalty above all else. How loyal can you be if you’re willing to betray one mate for another?”

“I never betrayed anyone,” Ronan said, his voice carrying a warning edge now.

“Didn’t you?” Killian’s voice had that cutting tone. “You made vows, promises. And now you’re here plotting

to claim another woman. What does that say about your character?”

Ronan moved faster than I’d ever seen him move, going from across the room to connecting his fist with Killian’s already damaged face in one fluid motion. Killian went down hard as his head bounced off the

floor.

“Don’t question my character,” Ronan said quietly, rubbing his knuckles.

I watched them all as my wolf was still snarling, still wanting blood.

They were talking about Clara like she was property to be divided, like her feelings didn’t matter, fighting over her like she was a prize to be won.

But underneath the rage was something worse, the growing certainty that I’d already lost her, that everything I thought we had was a lie.

My wolf whined because it was confused, hurt, didn’t understand how its mate could betray it.

How long had Clara been meeting with them? How long had she been keeping secrets? How long had I been the fool who believed in a love that didn’t exist?

What’s more, how could she be mated to all of us?

r Clara was everything to me, my future, my purpose, and she had become my reason for existing. Now to realize that she’d been playing games behind my back… it hurt.

I looked around the destroyed room with overturned furniture, scattered papers, blood on the walls, broken glass, and three of my supposed allies all claiming pieces of my mate.

My wolf was tired now as the rage was turning into something else, something darker, something that hurt more than anger.

“This conversation is over,” I said, my voice deadly quiet.

“Is it?” Killian asked from the floor, spitting blood. “Because I think we’re just getting started.”

“We are,” Lucien agreed, pulling himself to his feet. “There’s still the matter of determining who Clara will ultimately choose.”

CHAPTER 4

“She’ll chouse whoever proves themselves worthy,” Ronan said, still flexing his bruised knuckles. “Whoever can offer her the most.”

I’d heard enough, more than enough

The woman I loved had been lying to me, playing me against ray own allies, making a fool of me while she explored her options.

My wolf curled up inside me, wounded and dying.

I kicked over another chair on my way to the door, making it crash into the wall as more wood splintered and broke.

“Running away, Darius?” Killian called after me, his voice thick with blood. “That’s not very Alpha like.”

I stopped at the doorway and turned back to look at them, three beaten, bloodied Alphas in a destroyed

room, my former allies, my former friends.

“Touch her again,” I said quietly. “Any of you, and I’ll kill you. That’s not a threat. It’s a promise.”

My wolf agreed because it would kill them all if they came near what was ours.

Then I walked out and slammed the door behind me with force enough to crack the frame as wood splintered and fell to the floor.

The sound echoed through the hallway like a gunshot, but it didn’t drown out the voices still talking in the meeting room, still plotting, still dividing up my life like it was theirs to control.

I walked down the main hallway with long, angry strides as pack members scattered out of my way, taking one look at my expression and my bloodied knuckles before deciding they had urgent business elsewhere. My wolf was pacing inside me, agitated and hurt, not understanding what had happened.

But the main hall felt too exposed with too many people, too many witnesses to my humiliation. I needed to be alone because all I wanted was space to think, to process, to figure out what the hell I was going to

1. do.

My chest heaved with each breath as my hands shook with leftover adrenaline and rage, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth where I’d bitten my tongue during the fight.

My wolf whined because it wanted its mate, wanted Clara to make the hurt go away.

There was another corridor that branched off to the left, a service hallway that was rarely used except by cleaning staff. It would be empty at this time of night, private and quiet.

I turned down the narrow passage as my footsteps echoed off the stone walls, the lighting dimmer here, more subdued, matching my mood perfectly.

My knuckles throbbed where they’d connected with flesh and bone, the pain feeling good, real, more real than the lies I’d been living.

CHAPTER 2

My wolf was confused because it didn’t understand why its mate would betray it, why she would choose

others liver us.

I’d made it maybe fifty feet when I heard something that stopped me dead in my tracks.

A sound that shouldn’t have been coming from this part of the building.

A woman’s voice. Moaning.

My blood turned to ice as my wolf went completely still.

I recognized it immediately. It was one sound and rhythm that I knew better than my own heartbeat.

Clara.

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