Alpha’s Thrice Rejectedd Mate By Ida Rowe

**Shawn

Chapter 134

I stood among the gathered pack members, my gaze fixed on Mason as he addressed the group. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as we waited for the announcement of the members who would be

joining him on the summit trip.

Kora was beside her mate, spine straight and radiating happiness-a welcome change from the frostiness that the two had had before. Clearly, Mason had taken my advice.

My old friend looked out over the gathering of Pack Shadowmoon with a small smile until she met my gaze, and it broadened into a grin. She winked, looking at Mason as he stepped forward and cleared his throat noisily. The soft chatter of the pack quieted immediately.

Mason’s voice rang out, commanding attention. “Listen up, everyone,” he said, his Alpha authority clear in his tone. “For the summit trip, we have chosen a group of wolves who will represent us.”

My heart raced as he began listing the names. Eloise, Kora, Elijah, and a handful of other packmates whose names I didn’t recognize were chosen. But as Mason continued to speak, I noticed a name missing. from the list. Amara.

Relief washed over me, mingled with a touch of guilt for feeling that way. But the truth was, I couldn’t bear the thought of her joining us on this dangerous expedition. I needed her safe, tucked away in the Shadowmoon parklands, and helping tend to our new packs’ injuries. rather than adventuring out into a potentially hostile situation with us.

While I valued Amara’s skills as a healer, her presence on the summit trip would only serve as a constant worry for me. The dangers we were about to face were unpredictable and potentially life-threatening. I didn’t want her exposed to that. I couldn’t bear the thought of her getting hurt.

Without hesitation, I excused myself from the group.

My footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway as I made my way toward the infirmary. The scent of herbs lingered in the air, mingling with the sterile aroma of healing ointments. It was time to say goodbye

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to Amara, our pack’s healer, before our departure for the summit. Anticipation and nervousness coursed through my veins as I approached the infirmary door, my mind filled with thoughts of Amara’s genuine concern.

I pushed open the door and found Amara tidying up her workspace, her expression one of genuine care. The flickering candlelight cast a soft glow on her delicate features, accentuating the worry lines etched on her forehead. The room seemed hushed as if holding its breath in anticipation of our interaction.

The moon shone brightly outside the windows, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the landscape. The familiar scent of pine trees filled the air as I made my way to the outskirts of the pack territory. The moonlit meadows stretched before me, a vast expanse of serenity and mystery.

“Hey, Amara,” I greeted, my voice carrying a slight tremor. I tried to summon my usual playful demeanor, but my nerves betrayed me. My eyes met Amara’s, and I saw the genuine worry reflected in her gaze.

“Shawn,” Amara responded softly, her voice tinged with concern. “I heard you were leaving for the summit. Are you sure you’ll be all right?” Her tone held a hint of vulnerability as if she feared for my safety.

A pang of guilt washed over me. I had always been the mischievous. one, the wolf who rarely took anything seriously. But now, facing Amara’s genuine worry, I realized my actions’ impact on those around

me.

“I promise, Amara,” I said, my voice filled with determination. I stepped closer, wanting to reassure her. “I’ll come back happy and healthy without a scratch.”

Amara’s eyes softened, her worry transforming into a glimmer of hope. “I’m going to hold you to that, Shawn,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She took a step closer, closing the distance between us.

At that moment, I felt a surge of warmth in my chest. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only Amara and me, our connection. palpable. I reached out, my arms enveloping her in a gentle embrace. It was a hug filled with promises and unspoken emotions.

The infirmary’s candlelit glow heightened the intimacy of our moment. The shelves lined with jars of healing herbs and the neatly

arranged tools became background details, insignificant compared to the weight of our shared emotions. It was as if time stood still, the world outside the infirmary forgotten.

“I’ll come back,” I whispered, my voice filled with sincerity. “For you.”

Amara’s arms tightened around me, her embrace offering comfort and support. “I’ll be waiting,” she murmured, her words carrying a mix of longing and determination.

As we stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, time seemed to stand still. The worries and uncertainties of the upcoming summit faded into the background, overshadowed by our profound connection. The infirmary held our embrace, a silent witness to our unspoken vows.

Eventually, we reluctantly pulled apart, our eyes locked for a lingering moment. The room seemed to exhale as if relieved by the weight of our unspoken emotions. With a final smile and a touch of our hands, I turned to leave, my steps lighter than before..

As I walked away from the infirmary, I couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. The worries that had once burdened me now felt manageable, overshadowed by the memory of Amara’s embrace. I carried her support and belief in me like a shield, ready to face the challenges that awaited me at the summit.

The infirmary’s door closed behind me, but the imprint of Amara’s worry and our heartfelt exchange lingered in my mind. I knew that our connection would remain steadfast no matter the trials we faced. And when I returned, happy and healthy as promised, our embrace would be even sweeter, a testament to our unwavering bond.

Leaning against a tree trunk, I closed my eyes, allowing the cool night. breeze to brush against my face. The weight of my decision to protect Amara tugged at my heart, intertwining with the sense of loss I felt for leaving her behind. It was a delicate balance-the push and pull of love, duty, selflessness, and selfishness.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and stared up at the moon, its gentle glow guiding my thoughts. I made a silent vow to myself and to Amara. I would return from the summit trip, not only for the sake of our pack but for the promise I had made to her. The weight of that promise settled on my shoulders, grounding me in my resolve.

With determination in my stride, I joined my packmates, ready to

embark on our summit journey.

Amara’s worry fueled my resolve, reminding me of the promise I had made and the happiness we both deserved. The journey to No Man’s Land would be treacherous, but I carried Amara’s support within me. like a beacon, guiding me through the darkness.

We would conquer any obstacles together, knowing that our connection would always guide us back to one another. And when I returned, I would embrace her with a newfound appreciation, a testament to the depth of my feelings and the strength of our bond.

I just have to make it back in one piece for that to happen.