Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 235

CHAPTER 217

Clara’s POV

Bethany, one of the pack members, stepped into the light, her expression–filled with concern as she took in my disheveled appearance. I must have looked terrible, sitting there in my nightgown with tears streaming down my face.

“I’m fine,” I lied, wiping at my eyes.

“You’re clearly not fine,” Bethany said gently, extending a hand to help me up. “Come on. You shouldn’t be sitting on the cold stone like this.”

I let her pull me to my feet, my legs shaky from sitting in one position for so long. The movement made my head spin slightly, exhaustion weighing down every part of my body.

“Are you hurt?” Bethany asked, steadying me when I swayed.

“Just tired,” I said, though it felt like more than that. Like something fundamental had broken inside me.

“Let me walk you back to your room,” Bethany offered.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. The walk felt endless, and by the time we reached my door, I was barely holding myself together.

“Get some rest, Luna,” Bethany said softly. “Things will look better in the morning.”

If only that were true.

I barely made it inside before the exhaustion overwhelmed me. I crawled into bed fully clothed, pulling the covers over my head like they could block out the world and all its impossible choices.

Sleep finally came, but it brought no peace. My dreams were filled with images of Darius walking away, of four different futures stretching out before me like branching paths in a dark forest.

When morning came, I felt worse than before.

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My whole body ached, and there was a hollow feeling in my chest where my heart used to be. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, trying to summon the energy to face another day of this nightmare.

I had a tough choice to make within 3 days. I could either pick one of them and lose the rest, or wish my dreams would come true so I could have them all.

Worst case scenario, my indecisiveness causes me to lose them all.

A soft knock on my door interrupted my misery.

“Clara?” Killian’s voice called out. “May I come in?”

I wanted to tell him to go away, to leave me alone with my grief. But I knew I couldn’t avoid this conversation forever.

“Gome in called weakly

Killian stepped inside, looking perfect as always. His green eyes were bright with something that looked like hope, and his usual confidence seèmed tempered with genuine concern.

“You look like hell,” he said bluntly.

“Thanks,” I said dryly. “Just what every woman wants to hear”

“I’m serious, Clara. When did you last eat something? Or sleep properly?

I tried to remember and realized I couldn’t. Yesterday had been a blur of emotional upheaval and tears.

“I’m not sure,” I admitted.

Killian’s expression darkened. “That’s not acceptable. You can’t make important decisions when you’re not

taking care of yourself.”

He disappeared for a moment, returning with a tray of food and water.

“Eat,” he commanded, setting it down on the bedside table.

“I’m not hungry.”

“I don’t care if you’re hungry,” Killian said firmly. “You need to eat. Your body needs fuel, especially now.”

I managed a few bites of toast and some sips of water, surprised when my stomach didn’t immediately rebel. The food helped clear some of the fog from my mind.

“Better?” Killian asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

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