Alpha’s Thrice Rejectedd Mate By Ida Rowe

**Kora

Chapter 133

I stood by the ornate doorway, my bag slung over my shoulder as I observed Mason pacing back and forth in his lavishly furnished study. The room was adorned with intricate tapestries depicting the pack’s ancient history, and the soft glow of candlelight casted dancing shadows on the polished wooden floors. Mason, the Alpha of our pack, had been burdened with the weight of decision-making for the upcoming summit.

I couldn’t help but feel the tension radiating from him.

“Need any help, Alpha?” I asked, a teasing smile gracing my l*ps. The scent of old books and parchment filled the air, mingling with the faint. aroma of burning incense.

Mason glanced up, his face a canvas of frustration and determination. Sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows, casting a warm golden hue on his fur.

“I’m trying to decide who should join us at the summit,” he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. His study, filled with rows of neatly. organized scrolls and maps, reflected his diligent nature. The weight of responsibility was evident in his eyes, and I felt a deep desire to offer him some reassurance.

Moving closer, I reached out and placed a comforting hand on his strong arm, feeling the warmth of his fur against my palm. “You’ve got. this, Mason,” I said softly, my voice carrying the echo of trust.

The room’s silence was broken only by the soft rustle of papers. Mason sighed, running his fingers through his disheveled hair, strands of gray intermingling with the black.

“I know, but it’s a tough decision. There are so many capable wolves in our pack,” he admitted, the weight of his dilemma evident in his voice. The heavy wooden desk before him bore the weight of numerous open scrolls, evidence of his thorough research.

Just then, Shawn sauntered into the room, a mischievous grin playing on his l*ps. The scent of pine and wilderness clung to his skin, hinting at his recent ventures into the nearby forest.

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“Decisions, decisions,” he chimed in, tugging on his shirt as he made. himself comfortable on Mason’s small loveseat,

Mason raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from Shawn to me, amusement tw inkling in his eyes like distant stars. A subtle breeze sl*pped through the open window, carrying with it the distant howls of the pack.

Mason’s gaze shifted back to me, a tender smile playing at the corners. of his l*ps. Returning to the task at hand, Mason immersed himself in thought, his eyes scanning the room’s many shelves filled with ancient. tomes and trinkets.

“I think we should bring a healer,” he finally declared, his voice firm and resolute.

The room seemed to exhale, relieved by the decision that hung in the air. Nodding in agreement, I gazed at the tall bookcases that lined the walls, filled with weathered volumes and delicate vials of herbs.

“I think that’s a wise choice,” I said, my voice filled with confidence. The room seemed to embrace our words, the air becoming charged with purpose.

Shawn grimaced, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“What?”

His eyes darted to mine and then away, shrugging. “I just don’t know that we need to bring a healer with us.”

I couldn’t resist teasing Shawn about his crush on Amara.

“You know, Shawn,” I said with a sly grin, “if we leave Amara behind, you won’t get to spend any time with her.” The room seemed to come. alive with newfound energy as if eagerly awaiting his response.

Shawn feigned innocence, a hand gripping his now-clothed chest. dramatically. “Who said anything about a crush? I’m just concerned. about her safety, you know,” he replied, attempting to hide his

amusement.

I chuckled, my voice carrying a teasing tone. “Oh, come on, Shawn. We all see the way you look at her when she tends to your wounds. Admit. it, you’ve got a soft spot for the healer. The room seemed to echo with laughter as if joining in on the playful teasing.

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Mason joined in the banter, a knowing smile on his l*ps. “Kora has a point, Shawn. It’s hard to keep secrets in a pack. We can see right through you.”

Shawn sighed dramatically. “Fine, you got me. But I can’t help it if Amara’s kindness and grace have captured my heart. I just want to keep her safe at home, away from any potential dangers.” The room seemed. to soak up the sincerity in his voice, acknowledging the depths of his feelings.

I grinned, unable to resist one final jab. “Well, I guess we’ll have to find a way to keep her safe and make sure she knows you’re pining for her from afar.” The room bursted with laughter as if appreciating the playful camaraderie.

With our good-natured teasing filling the air, we continued our preparations for the summit, a sense of unity and lightness. accompanying us. The room enveloped us in a comforting embrace as if rejoicing in the bonds of friendship and shared adventures.

As the weight of our conversation shifted, Mason gathered his thoughts and prepared to share his original intention with me. “I’ve been considering leaving behind the Shadowmoon Beta,” he confessed, his eyes fixed on mine. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for my reaction.

Surprise flickered in my eyes, but I maintained my composure, my senses attuned to the subtle scents wafting through the room. “And what does Rylan think about that?” I asked, my voice calm and steady. The room leaned in, eager to witness our conversation.

Mason took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting the glow of the flickering candle flames. “I believe it’s necessary,” he replied, his voice resonating with certainty. “We need one of us to stay behind and oversee things. here. Rylan agrees with me, and we’ve discussed potential candidates to accompany me instead.” The room seemed to acknowledge the weight of his words, embracing them in a silent understanding.

A thoughtful smile curved my l*ps, and I let my gaze wander to the vibrant paintings adorning the walls depicting past pack leaders. “I trust your judgment, Mason,” I said, my voice filled with reassurance. The weight of our previous issues lingered in the air, but it felt like we had taken a step forward at that moment.

As we finalized the details and made our plans, a feeling of confidence washed over me. No matter the challenges that lay ahead, I knew we had each other’s backs. Mason’s leadership, Shawn’s mischievous spirit, and the unwavering support of our pack filled me with a sense of purpose and belonging.

With its tapestries and candles, the room radiated warmth and encouragement. It was a space that witnessed countless discussions, decisions, and bonding moments. And as we stood together, united in our shared goals, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for our forged relationships.

In the days leading up to the summit, we would face trials and tribulations, but our friendship would remain steadfast. The room. would continue to hold our laughter, our debates, and our heartfelt conversations.

As we took a final look around the study, our preparations complete, I felt a surge of excitement. The summit awaited us, and together, wel would navigate its challenges. With our bond unbreakable and the room’s silent blessings, we ventured forth, ready to face whatever lay ahead, no matter the difficulty.