Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 54 SAGE

Your Majesty. I think it was me who didn't make myself clear. I have no plans on going back. Especially now that I have no reason to do so. You said it yourself that I'm already acquitted of all the charges against me. Vy would I go back?" I scoff, acting as if that thought was the worst idea ever.

NO.

His eyes glow, and his wolf was threatening to come out. It seems like he was about to shift any moment. A year ago, that sight would have made my legs tremble with fear. But I'm not the same Sage I once was. I knew that by escaping from the most powerful lycan, I'd be forever hunted by death. So, I made sure to prepare myself for this moment. I've been training relentlessly, ready for a fight whenever it comes.

I readied myself the moment I saw him take a step forward, my body instinctively shifting into a defensive stance. His surprise was evident, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before it was replaced by a mischievous smirk. "That's cute, kitten," he began, his tone laced with condescension.

But I didn't let him finish. With a swift movement, I lunged forward, catching him off guard. My fists connected with his chest, and before he could react, I followed up with a quick sweep of my leg, sending him crashing to the ground.

I couldn't afford to give him a chance to recover. If I did, I knew he'd overpower me in an instant. After all, I was only human, powerless compared to him. The only reason I'd managed to knock him down was because I'd caught him off guard. But now that he knew I wasn't going to go with him without a fight, I was well aware that I stood little chance against him. Seizing the moment, I leaped on top of him, hoping to land a final blow. But luck wasn't on my side today. He was quicker than I anticipated, effortlessly blocking my attack. Before I knew it, my arms were trapped in his firm grasp, leaving me helplessly pinned. 11:46 Tue, Sep 17 B. Chapter 34

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me just how outmatched I was. My eyes widened in shock when he suddenly pulled my waist against his body, his strength effortlessly overpowering me. In one swift motion, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath him. The sudden change left me breathless, and I found myself staring up at him, our faces mere inches apart. "That's more like it," he whispered, his voice low and filled with an intensity that made my heart race. The smirk on his lips told me he was enjoying this far too much, and it only fueled the fire within me.

I'm not doing anything," he teased,

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his growing arousal was impossible to ignore, and my body tensed as the hard bulge of him pressed. firmly against my center. A mixture of emotions swirled inside me-fear, anger, confusion-and something else I didn't want to acknowledge. My throat felt dry, and I struggled to keep my composure, my mind racing for a way out of this. But every time I tried to move, his grip tightened, keeping me firmly in place. The intensity in his eyes told me he was fully aware of my predicament and that he was enjoying every second of it. "You can keep fighting, Sage," he murmured, his breath brushing against my ear, each word laced with a dangerous edge that sent shivers down my spine. His voice, low and seductive, was a dark promise of what he intended, making it all too clear that he

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making it hard to breathe. Then, a slow,

resolve, pushing me to see if I'd break under the pressure of his dominance. The hent end:-

whispered. back, my voice laced with determination, even as my

eyes flashed with amusement and something darker, something that sent at thrill through me despite my resolve. "I wouldn't expect anything less," he replied, his voice a low

body pressing against mine, the tension between us thickening with every passing second. His breath was warm against my neck as he leaned closer, his lips hovering just above my skin, teasing, taunting. "Hmmm...fck! I miss your scent," he murmured as he continued to press his nose against my neck, sniffing every scent left in my body. swallowed hard, trying

My heart pounded in my chest, a wild

sound low and dangerous. "Neither am I," he whispered, and before I could react, his lips were on mine, claiming, demanding. The kiss was ierce-a clash of wills as much as it was a meeting of mouths. I tried to resist, tried to pull