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."

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

1 thought, heat creeping up my neck. He wanted me to strip down, to shed this robe like it was some barrier keeping

a nightgown so sheer it might as well not exist. If I took off

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

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to his tone that made my blood simmer with frustration. He didn't have to say anything more to let me know he was

shifted beneath the blanket, tightening it around myself like a protective cocoon, but the

suggestions," I added after a moment, keeping my voice as nonchalant as I could, though I could feel

eye, I saw him shift, leaning back against the pillows, his smirk still firmly in place. "You're stubborn," he

relentless," I shot back, refusing to let him get under my skin any more than he already had. But his chuckle, soft and deep, told me that he knew he was already halfway

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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 sensation washed over me. A spark of heat ignited deep within, pulsing with a rhythm that wasn't my own. My breath hitched, and

pulse quickened 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

on.

his eyes. He didn't need to touch me directly he was using our mind link, pushing every sensation he was feeling into

and taunting. His lips didn't move, but

sensations were overwhelming. I felt everything he was doing-the slow build of pleasure as his hand moved over his own body. It was maddening, a tether pulling me into the storm of his desire. "I demanded, even I could the tremor in unsteadiness that betrayed wasn't to me,

softly, the sound a low rumble in my mind. "I don't think you really want me to stop." His words were like a caress, brushing against my thoughts as the pleasure intensified. It was like being caught in a tidal wave,

out the way my body was responding, but it was no use. Every touch, every movement he made, I felt as

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