Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 79

CHAPTER 71-1

Clara’s POV

I slammed my bedroom door behind me and leaned against it, my heart still pounding from everything that had happened. My clothes were torn, my hair was a mess, and I could smell Darius all over my skin.

I felt disgusting. Like a pig that had been rolling around in mud.

I needed a shower immediately. The thought of going to bed feeling this dirty made my skin crawl. I stripped off my torn clothes and threw them in the corner, making a mental note to get rid of them

tomorrow.

The hot water felt incredible against my skin, washing away the evidence of what we had done in the hallway. I scrubbed every inch of my body, trying to remove Darius’s scent and the lingering sensations from his touch.

But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I could still feel the tender spot on my neck where he had marked me. I touched it gently, wincing at the sensitivity. It would definitely be visible tomorrow.

I washed my hair twice, using extra shampoo to make sure I got everything clean. The routine of washing and conditioning helped calm my nerves and clear my head.

By the time I finished my shower, I felt human again. Clean, fresh, and ready to think clearly about what had happened tonight.

I wrapped myself in a soft towel and checked the time. It was later than I had thought, but not so late that I wouldn’t be able to get enough sleep.

I needed to be well–rested tomorrow. After witnessing what Darius had done to the spy in the basement, I knew he would be following through with his plan to make the man call Jaden. I wanted to see how that played out.

I put on my pajamas and climbed into bed, but sleep didn’t come easily. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw images from the basement. The spy’s terrified face, the blood, the way Darius had ordered his tongue to be cut out and then reattached.

And then there were the memories from the hallway. The way Darius had touched me, the intensity of our encounter, the way he had marked rne even when we were in danger of being caught.

It took me hours to finally fail asleep, and when I did, my dreams were filled with confusing images of blood and pleasure mixed together.

The next morning, I woke up early and got ready quickly. I wanted to see what Darius was planning for the spy, and i didn’t want to miss anything important.

i dressed carefully, choosing a high–necked shirt that would hide the mark on my neck. The last thing I needed was for people to start asking questions about how I had gotten it.

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CHAPTER ZI

headed downstairs toward the main areas of the packhouse, expecting to find the usual morning routine uf people getting ready for their daily activities.

Instead, I was met with chaos.

There were people everywhere, all talking excitedly and pointing toward the main courtyard. The energy in the air was electric, like something big was about to happen.

I followed the crowd outside, curious about what was causing all the commotion. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

In the center of the courtyard, there was a wooden pole that had been driven into the ground. And on that

pole was the spy from yesterday.

The pole ran through his entire body, from his rectum all the way up through his torso and out through his mouth. Blood dripped steadily from both ends, creating dark stains on the ground below.

The man was still alive. I could see his chest moving slightly as he struggled to breathe around the wood that pierced his throat. His eyes were wide with pain and terror, but he couldn’t make any sound because

of the obstruction.

Bile rose in my throat immediately. The sight was so horrific, so brutal, that my stomach couldn’t handle it. I stumbled backward, looking for somewhere to hide.

I found a corner behind some bushes and immediately emptied my stomach. Everything I had eaten the previous day came up, leaving me gasping and shaking

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CHAPTER 71-2

The smell of vomit mixed with the metallic scent of blood in the air, making me feel even sicker ) dry heaved several more times, my body trying to reject something that wasn’t even there anymore

I had seen violence before. Back in Shadowcrest, punishments were sometimes harsh. But nothing this. Nothing so deliberate and cruel.

This wasn’t just execution. This was torture designed to send a message.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and tried to compose myself. People were still gathering in

the courtyard, and I didn’t want anyone to notice my reaction.

These past few days, I had been living so comfortably under Darius’s protection that I had started to forget who I was dealing with. I had gotten used to his gentleness with me, his patience during our training sessions, even his passion last night.

But this was the real Darius. This was the warlord that other Alphas feared.

I had heard the stories about him. Tales of Alpha Darius being the spawn of the devil himself. Stories of his cruelty and ruthlessness that had spread throughout all the territories.

I had dismissed most of them as exaggerations. But now I was seeing the truth with my own eyes.

The crowd parted as Darius walked into the courtyard. He was dressed in his formal Alpha attire, looking every inch the powerful leader he was. His expression was calm, almost bored, as he looked at the impaled spy.

He walked to the front of the crowd and turned to address his pack. His voice carried easily across the courtyard, commanding attention from everyone present.

“This,” he said, gesturing toward the dying man, “is barely the trailer of what happens to traitors, to rogues, and to anyone who forgets who I am.”

( The crowd murmured in response, some nodding in approval while others looked as sick as I felt. But no one dared to speak against what they were seeing,

My head was still fuzzy from throwing up, but Darius’s words cut through the fog in my mind like a knife. This was a warning. Not just to potential enemies, but to everyone under his rule. This was what happened to people who crossed him.

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