Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 252

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CHAPTER 230-2

Lucien looked like he wanted to argue, but Derek interrupted.

“Luna, the patrols are being repositioned. But if you’re really going to fight Mira tomorrow, you need to rest. You need to prepare.”

“I will.”

“No, I mean really rest,” Derek said firmly. “Eat. Sleep. Let Dr. Mitchell check you over. Because if you go into that fight in your current state, Mira will kill you.”

He wasn’t wrong. I could barely walk right now. How was I supposed to fight a trained warrior in less than twenty–four hours?

But I’d made the challenge. Accepted it in front of witnesses. There was no backing out now.

“Let’s get back to the pack house,” I said. “We have a lot to prepare.”

The ride back was quiet. My mind raced with everything I needed to do. Train. Rest. Eat. Somehow pull myself together enough to survive a fight to the death.

And somewhere in all of that, face Darius when he returned.

Tomorrow evening. That’s when he informed the messenger that he’d be arriving. And from the looks of things, that’ll be right around the same time I’d be fighting Mira.

The timing was almost poetic. Face one impossible situation right after another.

When we reached the pack house, word had already spread. Pack members lined the halls, watching me with a mix of concern and judgment.

“She actually accepted,” someone whispered.

“She’s going to get herself killed,” another voice said.

Maybe they were right. Maybe I was walking into my own execution.

But at least I’d be doing it on my feet. Fighting. Not cowering or hiding or letting others fight my battles. I was Clara Ashburn, and I had never backed down from a fight.

I made it to my room and collapsed onto the bed. Every part of my body ached. The nausea was back, stronger than before.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’d fight Mira. Tomorrow, Darius would return.

CHAPTER 2002

Tomorrow, everything would end, one way or another.

A knock on my door made me groan.

“Go away,” I called.

The door opened anyway. Killian stood there, his expression dark.

“You accepted a death match,” he said flatly.

“News travels fast.”

“Are you insane?” He moved into the room. “You can barely walk, Clara. How do you expect to fight?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“That’s not good enough-”

“It has to be!” I sat up, glaring at him. “What else was I supposed to do? She threatened my pack. She called me a coward. I had no choice.”

“There’s always a choice.”

“Not for me. Not anymore.” I pressed my hands to my face. “Tomorrow I fight Mira. Tomorrow Darius comes back. And then it’s all over. One way or another, this nightmare

ends.”

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