Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 272

CHAPTER 246 (EPILOGUE)-1

Clara’s POV

Eight months later.

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I woke to an empty bed, which had become normal. Running five territories meant someone was always traveling, always handling something that needed attention.

My pack, Shadowcrest, and their four packs. Five Alphas total, though the Council only counted me as

Luna to the others. Semantics. I led Shadowcrest. They knew it. I knew it.

The bonds told me the four of them weren’t far. All here, somewhere in the pack house.

I struggled to sit up. Everything was harder now at eight months pregnant. My belly was huge. The healers kept saying I was just carrying large, that it happened sometimes with Alpha bloodlines.

Made sense. Strong Alpha genes, big baby.

We still didn’t know who the father was. Didn’t particularly care either. The baby was ours. All of ours.

That’s what mattered.

I dressed in the largest clothes I owned and made my way downstairs slowly. My back ached. My feet

were swollen. I was exhausted and hungry and uncomfortable.

Pregnancy was hell.

Voices carried from the dining hall.

“You’re cheating.”

“I’m not cheating. You’re just bad at this.”

“Killian, those cards came from your sleeve.”

“Prove it.”

I walked in to find all four of them at breakfast. Darius looked annoyed. Killian looked smug. Lucien was

reading and ignoring them. Ronan was eating like nothing was happening.

“Morning,” I said.

They turned. Darius stood immediately, pulling out a chair. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I swallowed a boulder. How do you think I’m feeling?”

“Grumpy it is,” Killian muttered.

I glared at him. He grinned back.

Ronan pushed food toward me. I ate mechanically, trying to ignore the constant pressure in my belly. The

baby had been active all night. Kicking and moving. I hadn’t slept more than an hour.

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“Alpha Henrick from the western territory wants to meet next week,” Lucien said. “Trade negotiations.”

“Fine. Set it up.

“Border patrol reports from Shadowcrest came in,” Darius added. “Al clear.”

“Good.”

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Running my own pack while pregnant was challenging. I’d had to delegate more than I liked. But Derek

was solid, and my senior warriors were competent. Shadowcrest was stable.

The other four territories were thriving too. Darius had strengthened his pack’s defenses. Killian had

expanded his trade routes. Lucien had modernized his infrastructure. Ronan had rebuilt his pack’s

reputation.

And we did it while following every single one of the Council’s conditions. Separate packs. Twice yearly

reports. No military alliance without approval.

It worked because it had to.

I shifted in my chair, trying to get comfortable. Impossible. Everything hurt.

A sharp pain lanced through my belly.

I froze.

“Clara?” Lucien looked up from his book.

“I’m fine. Just the baby moving.”

But it happened again. Sharper this time. Lower.

Oh no.

“I think…” I started to say, then another contraction hit. Hard. “I think the baby’s coming.”

All four of them shot to their feet.

“Now?” Darius asked.

“Yes, now! What do you think contractions mean?”

Chaos erupted. Killian ran for the healers. Lucien started barking orders at pack members. Ronan grabbed

my arm to support me. Darius just stood there looking panicked.

“Don’t just stand there!” I snapped at him. “Do something useful!”

He snapped out of it and helped Ronan get me to the medical wing.

The healers were already preparing the room when we arrived. Clean linens, supplies, everything they’d need for the birth.

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