Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 256

CHAPTER 2341

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CHAPTER 234-1

Clara’s POV

“We’re not enemies,” I said quietly, my voice rough. “We’re both just victims of something we never

asked for.”

Mira stared up at me, her hand still pressed to her bleeding throat. Confusion and shock warred

across her face.

“Why?” she whispered. “Why didn’t you finish it?”

“Because killing you won’t change anything. It won’t bring Ronan back to you. It won’t fix what’s broken. It’ll just add more blood to my hands.” I sat back on my heels, ignoring the screaming pain from my leg. “Go home, Mira. Find someone who chooses you. Not because of duty or arrangement, but because they actually want you.”

She pushed herself up slowly, still staring at me like she couldn’t quite believe what had happened. Blood dripped from various wounds on both of us, pooling on the ground between us.

“I still hate you,” she said finally.

“I know.”

“But…” She swallowed hard, wincing at the movement. “You’re right. This was never really about us, was it? It was about them. About bonds we didn’t choose and situations neither of us could

control.”

“The goddess has a cruel sense of humor,” I said.

Mira let out a short, bitter laugh that turned into a cough. “That’s one way to put it.” She looked at me for a long moment. “I’m sorry. For what it’s worth. I blamed you for everything when not all of it was your fault.”

“I’m sorry too. For the pain I caused. Even if I didn’t mean to cause it.”

She nodded once, then slowly got to her feet. I stayed kneeling, not trusting my broken leg to hold me if I tried to stand.

Mira limped back toward her group at the edge of the clearing. Her father moved forward immediately, supporting her weight. He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Not hostile anymore. Just tired.

They turned and walked back into the forest, the rest of her warriors following. Within moments, they’d disappeared between the trees.

CHAPTER 234-1

The clearing erupted into noise as pack members shouted, argued, and questioned what had just $25 Paints happened. The formal challenge had ended without a death, which was rare but not unheard of.

But I wasn’t listening to any of it. The heat crashed back over me with renewed force now that the fight was done, now that the adrenaline and power surge were fading. It hit so hard my vision went white for a second.

I needed to move, needed to get somewhere private before I completely lost control.

I forced myself to stand, putting all my weight on my good leg. The broken one hung useless, sending bolts of agony up my spine with every slight movement.

I started walking. Or limping. Or dragging myself. I wasn’t sure which, but the crowd parted for me immediately. Pack members stepped aside, creating a clear path. Some looked awed, some/

looked horrified, and a few still wore judgment on their faces, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

One foot in front of the other. That’s all I had to do. Just keep moving.

“Clara.”

Mira’s voice called out from somewhere behind me, near the edge of the clearing. I stopped but didn’t turn around. Couldn’t. If I turned, I might fall.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice carrying across the sudden silence. “For showing mercy when you

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