Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

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Chapter 94 SAGE

"Come on... Stay with me..."

The voice drifted through the darkness, tugging me from somewhere dent

and distant. I blink, barely aware, until his urgent words grow clearer, pulling me fully from the shadows. As I opened my eyes, I felt the steady rhythm of his hands pressing firmly against my chest, his breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. Without warning, he tilted my head back, his mouth sealing over mine as he gave a deep breath, filling my lungs with life before returning to his chest compressions. The sensation startled me, and it took a moment for everything to sink in-the cold night, the lake, the weight of his hands, the fierce determination in his eyes as he tried to bring me back. Then, suddenly, a jolt shot through me, and I coughed hard, water spilling from my mouth. My body convulsed as I continued to cough, struggling to rid myself of every last drop, until my throat burned and my lungs felt raw. Gasping for air, I opened my eyes fully to find him hovering over me, his face etched with worry, relief flashing through his eyes. The weight of what had just happened sank in, and I shivered, both from the cold and the intensity of his gaze as he leaned back slightly, still watching over me with that fierce protectiveness. "Breathe," he "he whispered, his voice

"T-Thank you, I stammered, swa Darely above a murmur as he watched me struggle to steady myself.

the invisible lump in my throat, still shaken. But as my breathing slowed, I realized just how close we were. His hands pressed into the ground on either side of my head, holding me in place, while his gaze never wavered. His face was just inches from mine, close e enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with mine. His chest rose and fell heavily, his breaths in sync with mine as we both tried to catch our breaths. thick

A strange tension hung between us,

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all too aware of my vulnerability beneath and undeniable. His eyes moved over me, intense and searching, as though he was trying to see past the surface, reaching something deeper. I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself, trying to shield my bare skin, suddenly

eath his gaze. But But before I could move further, his hands wrapped around my wrists, pinning them gently but firmly above my head. You really have a way of making me go crazy," he murmured, his voice low and laced with something raw. The intensity in his eyes held me captive, sparking something I couldn't quite understand, something that set my pulse racing faster than before. "I don't understand-"I started to say, but he didn't give me the chance to finish. With a sudden f den fierceness, he

of his touch, the hunger in the way his lips moved over mine, as if he'd been holding back far too leaned down and claimed my lips, his mouth pressing against mine in a kiss that was anything but gentle. The shock coursed through me, but soon, all I felt was

the heat of

long and could ould no longer resist.

An inner voice kept telling me to stop, to pull away, but each time I tried, his hold only grew firmer. My breaths were quick and shallow as I turned my head, desperate for air, but he took the chance to slip his tongue past my parted lips, deepening the kiss. A mix of thrill and panic surged through me as I felt his hand move with purpose, starting at my waist and slowly sliding with one purpose in mind.

My heart pounded, torn between pulling back and giving in, as his fingers trailed upward, their warmth lingering on my bare skin. Each touch set my nerves on fire, weakening my resolve to resist him. His hand moved confidently yet with a tenderness that both surprised and captivated me, stopping at the curve of my chest. His touch sent a tremor through me that was impossible to ignore, and as our eyes met, I felt my defenses waver, caught in the pull of his gaze, his presence overpowering any last resistance I tried to hold. Still, there was a hesitation inside me, a reminder of how risky this was and how deep we were getting into feelings that could only end in heartache. Yet, with his hand resting on me and the intensity in his eyes mirroring my own inner conflict, I felt myself pulled in, unable to break free from this moment. His hand stayed warm and lingering, sending sparks across my skin. My breathing quickened as his lips left mine, brushing path along my jaw with a touch that was both gentle and intense. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, pressing against me. It grounded me, yet it also fueled the fire building hetween us. hapter 94

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I knew I should stop him. Going further would only make things more complicated. But instead of pulling back, I found myself leaning closer, drawn to him in a way I couldn't resist. His other hand moved to my face, cradling it, and he gazed down at me with eyes full of something unspoken. His face was close enough that I felt the warmth of his breath. "Titus...." I whispered, not sure if I wanted him to stop or keep going. My voice shook, revealing more than I wanted, and he paused, watching me closely. His thumb traced softly over my cheek, and for a moment, his eyes softened. I could see he was struggling with himself, feeling just as torn as I was.

"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice rough, almost like he needed me to say it. "Just say the word, and I will."

But he didn't pull away. He was giving me the choice, leaving it up to me. I knew that if I stayed silent, if I didn't tell him to stop, we'd cross a line that we couldn't uncross.

My lips parted, ready to speak, but the words caught in my throat. I looked up at him, feeling the full weight of the moment, my heart thudding wildly, each beat filled with questions I didn't even know how to ask. Despite the pull to lean in, to give in, one question held me back. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My mind was tangled in confusion, wrestling with his words that never seemed to match his actions.

For a second, he was silent, his gaze unwavering. Then his expression hardened. "My wolf wants you," he said finally. "I don't. But he does. And I can't do anything about it."

It felt like a blow, his words shattering any warmth between us into cold, lifeless dust. In an instant, the fire that had flared within me turned to ice. My body stiffened, chilled despite his closeness. I could feel tears burning at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back, determined not to let him see my hurt. Clearing my throat, I pushed a hand against his chest, steadying myself. "Could you please move?" I said quietly, voice steady but flat. "ed to get dressed." He stared at me, a flash of surprise flickering in his eyes. How I responded to his kiss a moment ago must've made him think I'd let this go further, that I'd be willing to ignore the truth that somebody else owns his heart. But his words had brought me back to reality, slamming the door door on whatever spark had drawn us together just moments before. Without a word, he stepped back, his gaze unreadable. He turned his back but didn't leave to give me enough privacy as I clothes. put on my Without a v

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a word, he stepped back, his expression guarded, hiding whatever he might have been thinking. He turned his back to me but didn't leave, standing close enough that I knew he wasn't giving me the privacy I wanted. Yet I took a calming breath, determined to steady myself as I hurriedly dressed, the chill of reality settling over me. As I finished, his voice broke the silence, low and clipped. "I'd like to apologize for what I did. I don't know why my wolf still feels bound to you, even after the breaking of our bond. Maybe we should just ask Elara about it, so we can make sure this doesn't happen again." He spoke without turning to look at me, and his words were distant, detached-as if he were talking about someone else entirely.

I forced myself to sound equally unaffected as I replied, "You're not going to tell Elara or anyone about what happened tonight." I buttoned my shirt with quick, precise movements, nor daring to look at him.

"Why not?" He turned then, his eyes boring into mine. I was glad I'd finished dressing by the time he looked my way.

"Because nothing happened tonight," I said, the words colder than I'd intended. "The rejection was less than a week ago- there are probably lingering traces of the bond in our systems. But it'll fade. We don't need to mention it to Elara or anyone else. Let's just forget this... like it never happened and move on. I didn't wait for a response. My heart was still pounding, and I couldn't bear to keep standing there, acting like I wasn't affected. I turned, intending to walk past him, to leave him and this whole confusing encounter behind me. But before I 07:50 Wed, Nov b Chapter 94

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could take a step, his hand-shot out, catching my arm, stopping me in my tracks. With a swift pull, he brought me close until our faces were just inches apart, the fire in his eyes unmistakable. "Forget it, you say?" His jaw clenched, his gaze a storm of emotions. "Let's see if you can manage that."

Before I could respond, his hand slid to the nape of my neck, pulling me even closer. And then his lips were on mine, fierce and unrelenting, claiming me in a kiss that was anything but gentle. I tried to resist but managed to snake his arm around my waist, pulling me tighter against his perfectly toned body.

I pressed my hands against his chest, pushing him as hard as I could. But all my efforts felt nothing compared to his strength. He was kissing me fervently as if it were the only thing he wanted to do for the rest of his life. His actions brought even more confusion into my being. 'What the hell is wrong with this man?'