Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 72 SAGE

Holt, was quick to remove his arms around me when he heard This' deep and baritone voice. I haven't turned to look Titus, who was probably standing behind me. But seeing the fear in Holt's eyes, I have a good guess that he was standing close by. "Your Majesty, it's not what you think," Holt was quick to defend himself.

"Go on. Holt. Tell me, what do you think I am thinking?" he replied with his usual domineering presence that can intimidate

He hesitated and couldn't answer immediately. I can see panic in his eyes as he tried to come up with an explanation. Though he doesn't really need to explain anything

To save Holt from the intensity of His Majesty's stare, I stepped in, my voice steady despite the way my heart raced in my chest. "We're not doing anything inappropriate, if that's what you're asking. Your Majesty

Titus's gaze flicked briefly to Holt before settling back on me, his dark eyes narrowing, "Is that so?" he replied, his voice as cold and sharp as ice, each word laced with an edge that could freeze anything in its path.

The space between us seemed to shrink under the weight of his displeasure, the temperature in the hallway dropping as if his very presence could alter the atmosphere. I fought to hold my ground, refusing to let his icy demeanor rattle rue. But deep down. I could feel the familiar grip of his power curling around me, testing my resolve

"Yes," I answered, my tone calm but firm. "We were only talking!

Titus took a step closer, his towering form casting a shadow over us. His eyes flickered with something dangerous-a barely concealed storm brewing beneath the surface. Talking, you say? he repeated, his gaze darting once more to Holt, who still stood silently, head bowed in submission.

in the palace knew it. To defy him was to court disaster, and yet, here I stood,

as if he were measuring how far he could push. "Then you won't mind explaining why you were

my hands at my sides, willing myself

had a shared history as we both grew up in the same household. His sister's life was at stake, and I'm only here to offer him comfort," I explain despite my earlier claim that I had nothing to explain. I was actually doing this

something in his eyes-something darker, more possessive. His silence stretched on for what

voice so low it sent a shiver down my spine, he spoke. "Comforting the enemy?" His gaze held mine, and I could feel the weight of his

quiet, sliced through the air like a blade. "Comforting the enemy?" he repeated, his words sending a cold shiver down my spine.

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my ground, forcing myself to meet his eyes. "Holt is not an enemy. His park has done nothing but remain loyal to you, Your Majesty," I replied, my voice steady, though inside I could feel the tension

Didn't his father dare to deceive me! He sent another man's daughter to seal the treaty instead of his own flesh and blood. He dishonored the

that lingered just beneath the surface of his controlled exterior. For a moment. I thought that was all he had to say-that he was finished venting his grievances-but then his jaw clenched, and his

it burned him. "She had someone cursed me and cast some dark, twisted spell on me to make me believe she was my thate. His hands balled into fists, the tendons standing out

tension, his anger filling the space like a storm ready to break, and I found myself