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.

authority was absolute, and everyone in the palace knew it. To defy him was to court disaster, and yet, here

said finally, his tone no warmer than before. His gaze shifted back to me, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he were measuring how far

through me, not from the accusation itself but from the subtle warning buried within them. I clenched my hands at my

claim that I had nothing to explain. I was actually doing this for the sake of Holt, If it was just me, I'm not afraid of going head-to-head against Titus. But Holt's situation was different. His sister was in jail, and he has a

of something in his eyes-something darker, more possessive. His silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity, the tension between us

so low it sent a shiver down my spine, he spoke. "Comforting the enemy?" His gaze held mine,

he repeated, his words sending a cold shiver down my spine. The weight of his accusation hung heavy between us, and I could

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Chapter 72

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into sharp slits, the cool blue of his gaze hardening like ice as he spoke. "Loyal?" His voice dripped with a bitter disdain as if the word tasted wrong on his tongue. Didn't his father dare to deceive me! He sent another

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

was my thate. His hands balled into fists, the tendons standing out sharply against his skin. "She used magic to make me believe she was destined for me, that I was bound to her." His voice dropped even lower, a dangerous edge creeping into it. "All

was thick with tension, his anger filling the space like a storm ready to break, and I found myself holding my breath, unsure of how to respond-or if I even