Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

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Truth be told, it didn't take long before I started to feel hot. I can already feel my sweat running down my cheeks, but I have no other choice. I'd rather sleep drenched in sweat than to remove my robe.

His room was unusually hot. It's not yet summer, so there's no reason for the temperature to be this high. And even if it's summer, I'm sure the maids will make sure the His Majesty's room will be at the right temperature. Something isn't right here.

I can still hear him typing on his computer. I jolted up from the bed and eyed him suspiciously. He didn't bother lifting his eyes away from the computer, but I know that he noticed me glaring at him.

I was taken aback when I realized that he wasn't wearing his shirt. I gulped when my eyes slowly traveled down the hem of the blanket, covering his lower part. It wasn't my intention to stare, but my throat suddenly felt dry as my mind raced with every possibility of what's underneath the blanket.

I cleared my throat, trying to dispel the heat rising inside me and push away those sinful thoughts swirling in my head.

Focus! I told myself. This is just a bed, and he's just a man!

Easier said than done, especially when every look and every word from him felt like a brush of fire against my skin. Desperate for some relief, I blurted out, "Would you mind opening the window?"

His response came quicker than I expected, his tone smooth yet firm. "Yes, I do mind. It's quite chilly outside."

I blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Of all the things I thought he'd say, that wasn't one of them. "Chilly?" I frowned, glancing at the window as if to check for myself. Then it hit me. Yes, it's not even summer yet, so there's no way that this temperature inside his room was normal. I don't want to assume anything, but it raises suspicion within me. I feel like he was making this room hot intentionally. "Exactly. So, I wonder why it's so hot in here?" I shot back, eyeing him with suspicion. What was he playing at? He just shrugged, as if the answer was the most natural thing in the world. "I like it hot."

There was no mistaking the playful

I undercurrent in his voice. He wasn't talking about the temperature at all. I could feel the flush creeping up my neck again, the air between us thickening with unspoken tension. He knew exactly what he was doing. I bit my lip, resisting the urge to groan in frustration. Of course he likes it hot, I thought, stealing a glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He was lying there, looking entirely too comfortable, one arm draped casually behind his head, his gaze resting lazily on me like a predator that knew its prey was cornered. "Well," I huffed, tightening my grip on the blanket as if it were my only defense against the rising tension in the room, "some of us don't."

like a predator sizing up its prey, before he spoke in that deep, velvety voice of his. "You

pulse quickened, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as his meaning became clear. Is that what he's after? 1 thought, heat creeping up my neck. He wanted me

knew exactly where that road led, and not when I was wearing a nightgown so sheer it might as well not exist. If I took off this

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I could feel him watching me, his gaze like a weight on my skin, but I didn't budge. I wouldn't give him

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finally murmured, his voice laced with amusement. I could hear the smirk in his words, the knowing edge to his tone that made my blood simmer with frustration. He didn't

cocoon, but the heat in the room wasn't

nonchalant as I could, though I could

my eye, I saw him shift, leaning back against the pillows, his smirk still firmly in place. "You're stubborn," he mused, almost to himself; as though my resistance only intrigued

back, refusing to let him get under my skin any more than he already had. But his

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between us, the tension in the room thickened. I kept my eyes fixed on the far wall, determined not to let him affect me any more than he already had. But I could still feel his gaze on me, heavy and unyielding, as if he was waiting for something- waiting for me to break. Suddenly, without warning, a new

as the warmth spread through my body, low and intense, as though someone had lit a flame beneath my skin. I felt it deep in my core, the sensation unmistakably intimate,

on.

in his eyes. He didn't need to touch me directly he

into my mind, smooth and taunting. His lips didn't move, but his words reverberated inside my

body. It was maddening, a tether pulling me into

were like a caress, brushing

was responding, but it was no use. Every touch, every movement he made, I felt as though his hands were on me instead. My heart raced, and a flush crept up my neck, my breathing becoming shallow as I fought to keep

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