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."

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

wanted me to strip down, to shed this robe like it was some barrier keeping him from whatever it

was wearing a nightgown so sheer it might as well not exist. If I took off this robe, I'd be practically handing myself to him on a silver platter, and I wasn't about to

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my voice firmer than

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

around myself like a protective cocoon, but

my voice as nonchalant as I could, though I could feel

his smirk still firmly in place. "You're stubborn," he mused, almost to himself; as

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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

though someone had lit a flame beneath my skin. I felt it deep in my core, the sensation unmistakably intimate, and it didn't take long for

on.

toward him, and sure enough, he was watching me, a dark predatory glint in his eyes. He didn't

voice slid into my mind, smooth and taunting. His lips didn't move, but his

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

"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,

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

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