Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 243

CHAPTER 223

Clara’s POV

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remember my last cyc Mate bond chaos that I hadn’t paid attention to my body. When I tried to

remember my last cycle, I realized it had been too long. Way too long.

My mind went straight to Darius. If I was pregnant, it would be his. We’d been together before he

left. The others? The mon with Killian, Ronan, and Lucien had been intense, but nothing that

would lead to this.

If there was a child, it was Darius’s child.

But that thought terrified me. How could I tell him when I was still choosing between four mates? How could I make any choice when a baby might be involved?

Using a pregnancy to keep Darius felt wrong. Disgusting, even. I’d never trap him with obligation

instead of love.

“I… I’m not sure,” I whispered to Bethany.

“Perhaps we should have Dr. Mitchell examine you,” Bethany said gently. “Just to be certain.”

“No. It’s just stress. It has to be.”

The words sounded hollow even to my own ears. The nausea, the missed cycles, the bone-deep exhaustion. Everything pointed to one answer.

“Of course,” Bethany said, though her tone said she didn’t believe me. Then her expression shifted, became firmer. “Luna Clara, with all due respect, you’re not just any pack member. You’re our Alpha. The person responsible for every life in this territory.”

I blinked at her directness.

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“If something is wrong with your health, it affects all of us,” Bethany continued. “We need you strong. We need you healthy. And that means you can’t ignore symptoms that might be serious.”

“Bethany-”

“No, Luna. I’m sorry, but this is too important.” She straightened her shoulders. “You took on the responsibility of leading this pack. That means taking care of yourself too. Not just for you, but for everyone who depends on you.”

The weight of her words settled over me. She was right. I’d been so consumed with my personal drama that I’d forgotten I wasn’t just Clara anymore. I was Alpha Clara. And an Alpha’s health wasn’t just personal business.

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“Fine,” I said quietly. “I’ll see Dr. Mitchell”

Bethany’s expression softened with relief. “Thank you. I’ll go inform him you’re coming.”

She left quickly, probably worried I’d change my mind.

I sat there for another moment, staring at the garden around me. The roses were in full bloom, their scent sweet on the afternoon air. Everything looked so peaceful, so normal. But my world was anything but.

With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself up from the bench and headed toward the medical wing.

Dr. Mitchell’s office was in the west wing of the pack house, a clean, efficient space that smelled of antiseptic and herbs. He was already waiting when I arrived, his weathered face creased with

concern.

“Luna Clara,” he said, gesturing to the examination table. “Bethany said you’ve been experiencing some symptoms?”

“It’s probably nothing,” I said, but climbed onto the table anyway.

“Let’s make sure of that.” His voice was kind but professional. “Tell me what you’ve been feeling.”

I explained the nausea, the way certain smells made my stomach turn, the exhaustion that went beyond normal tiredness. He listened carefully, asking questions about timing and severity.

“And your cycle?”

“Late. Very late.”

He nodded, making notes. “Given the symptoms and timeline, we should run a blood test. It’s the most accurate way to confirm or rule out pregnancy.”

My stomach clenched at the word. Pregnancy. It sounded so real when he said it out loud.

“How long will it take?”

“About twenty minutes for the results.” He prepared the blood draw with practiced efficiency. “Try to relax. This will just be a small pinch.”

The needle slid into my arm smoothly. I watched my blood fill the vial, dark red and somehow surreal. That blood would tell me if my life was about to change forever.

“All done,” Dr. Mitchell said, pressing a cotton ball to the puncture site. “You can wait in here or take a walk. I’ll send someone to find you when the results are ready.”

“I’ll wait,” I said. The thought of wandering around while this question hung over me felt impossible.

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He left with the vial, and I was alone.

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes to know if I was carrying Darius’s child. Twenty minutes to find

out if my impossible choice just got even more complicated.

I pressed my hands to my stomach again. The gesture was becoming a habit. Would there be a heartbeat in there? Tiny fingers forming? A life that was half me and half the man I loved?

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