Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 57

SAGE

I was sitting there, waiting for his next move. It took me by surprise when he effortlessly lifted me from my seat before he took my place and finally settled me on his lap.

It felt uncomfortable straddling him. Aside from our bodies being so close to one another, I can smell his familiar cologne and feel his warm, minty breath brushing against my exposed skin. He pulled my wrist and started checking the cuts and bruises caused by my struggle to break free from the ties. He reached for the cotton and alcohol from the first aid kit and started pouring some alcohol on the cotton. He was about to dampen it on my cuts when I snatc**ed my hands away from him. I saw his eyes darken and his jaw clench upon seeing what I did. But I didn't let his intense gaze intimidate me.

I can do that myself," I said, explaining my action.

He just grabbed my wrist back. "I never said you couldn't," he replied casually before he started cleaning my cuts with the cotton.

The moment the cold, wet cotton touched my wounds, a sharp pain shot. through me, making me wince involuntarily. His reaction was immediate as he leaned in and gently blew on the cuts while trying to ease the sting. The warmth of his breath against my skin sent a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over me.

I knew I should hate him. I knew I shouldn't trust him, not after everything he had put me through. But as his hand carefully tended to my wounds, the warmth of his touch made my heart race. My legs grew weak, and the walls I had built around myself began to crumble. How could someone who caused me so much pain also make me feel so vulnerable with just a single touch? My mind screamed at me to resist, but my body betrayed me, responding to him in ways I couldn't control. It was maddening. This push and pull between

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t I knew and what I felt makes me terrified of where it might lead.

As he continued to clean my wounds with meticulous care, I co 'dn't help but steal glances at him. His touch was gentle, as if he genuinely cared about the pain he was causing. But how could that be? How could someone capable of such ruthlessness now be the same person offering me this small kindness?

I bit my lip, trying to suppress the turmoil inside me. The softness in his actions was breaking down the barriers I'd put up to protect myself. My heart was betraying me. I hate the fact that my heart responds to the warmth in his eyes and the way his hands moved with such precision and care. It felt as if there were two parts of me at war-the part that remembered the pain he'd caused and the part that was inexplicably drawn to the gentleness he was showing now.

When he finished, he didn't pull away immediately. His fingers lingered on my wrist, his thumb brushing lightly over the newly cleaned skin as if he were reluctant to let go. I looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat as our

eyes met.

have done that," he murmured, his voice low and hushed, almost as if he were speaking more to himself than to me. "Why wouldn't I? I can't just sit here and do nothing.

tightened, but he didn't argue. "You're so tough and stubborn, yet so fragile," he commented, followed by a loud

go back. Why can't you just let me go and move

deep, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate through every part of me. Sitting on his lap made it impossible to ignore the effect he had on me, no matter how hard I tried to resist it. The warmth of

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resolve.

kitten," he said, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my

shot back,

smirk curled at the corners of

latter."

with lightning speed, holding me firmly in place. Nope. You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice

but he didn't flinch. "You can't expect me to sit on

his breath warm against my ear. "Who says you can't?" he replied, his tone teasing, almost

his body seemed to mold perfectly against mine, making it impossible to think straight. My heart raced, torn between the fierce need to break free and the unsettling comfort of being held, by him. The

crumble a little

not going to sit here and endure your presence, Your Majesty," I spat out, my voice

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hitting a patch of turbulence. The den movement sent me crashing back down onto

from him. admit.

e. I could feel the tension coiling between us, thick and suffocating, as our dies remained pressed together. The air around us seemed to c**le with spoken desire, a hunger neither of us wanted to could sense his control slipping. The careful mask he usually wore began to ack under the strain of our sudden closeness. His breathing had become eavier, his grip on my waist tightening as if to steady himself. And as much as hated to admit it, I wasn't entirely unaffected. My own body was betraying ne, responding to the heat of his touch. This wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to feel anything for him out resentment and anger. Yet here I was, my heart pounding in my chest, my nind a whirlwind of confusion as I struggled to reconcile the man who held me so close with the man who

the courage to speak. Those words have a