Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 73 SAGE

As soon as Holt left, I didn't see the need to stay there. Tim sure there's nothing Titus would say that I haven't heard forc

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked when he saw the turn my back and walk back to my chamber. "Leaving." I answered curtly, my voice cold and unyielding as I stole away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of even glancing back. I'm not done talking to you," he called after me, his voice laced with authority, like he wasn't used to being ignored. "Well, I'm done," I shot back, the words biting as they left my lips "So, I'm leaving." I didn't slow down; I didn't give him a chance to argue. If anything. I increased my pace, determined to put as much distance between us as possible. My heart pounded in time with each hurried step, and the adrenaline coursing through me only pushed me faster. But I wasn't naïve enough to believe I could truly outrun him-not with his long powerful strides that are up the ground beneath him like it was nothing. I could feel him closing in behind me, his presence like a shadow looming closer and closer. His footsteps were steady and relentless, and despite my best efforts, the gap between us was shrinking far too quickly. Before I even had a chance to react, his hand shot out, his grip firm and unyielding as his fingers curled around my arm. He yanked me back with an effortless strength that sent me spinning, and in a heartbeat, I was pulled flush against hiro. My body collided with his broad, chiseled chest, the sudden impact stealing the breath from my lungs,

I gasped, startled by the force of it all, my hands instinctively coming up to brace against him, but he held me fast, his grip possessive and unrelenting. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my palms, the hard muscle beneath his shirt, and the warmth of his body seeping through the thin fabric.

"Let me go." I growled, my voice trembling with both frustration and something else something I refused to name.

But he didn't release me. Instead he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You think you can just walk away from me like that?" His voice was low, a dangerous whisper that sent a shiver down my spine despite myself. "You should know by now, kitten, that I don't let go so easily."

"On the contrary, I'm perfectly aware of that, Your Majesty. It's just that, I don't give a fck."

I saw his jaw tighten as his eyes darkened while looking straight into my eyes as if he were trying to reach the depths of my soul.

"Do you still have feelings for him?" he asked after that long agonizing silence.

I scoff, "Even if I have, it's none of your goddamn business. "It's my fcking business because you're my wife!"

"You can have a lot of wives while I can't? Isn't that unfair?" I didn't mean to sound as if I wanted to have another husband. I was just trying to make a point that he sounds ridiculous for accusing me of having feelings for another man when he was married with not just one but a whole lot of f women.

"If I divorce all of them, will you stop having feelings for him?" he asked.

I was taken aback for a minute. I was looking into his eyes, trying to figure out whether he's serious or just testing me. I gulped when I saw how serious he was.

"You know what I want, Your Majesty" My voice trembled slightly, but I forced it to remain steady as I fnet his gaze. The weight of my words hung between us like a delicate thread ready to snap. "I want my freedom. Divorce me, and I'll be out of 15:21 Tue, Oct 22

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way. You won't have to deal with me anymore," For a moment, there was silence, and 1 dared to hope that my plea had reached him. But then, his lips curled into a slow, deliberate smirk, one that sent an unsettling shiver racing down my spine. It wasn't just a smile; it was a promise, dark and dangerous, filled

the way my body reacted to him-hated the way my pulse quickened, not just from fear but from something deeper, something I didn't want to acknowledge. There was a pull between

never happen, kitten" The endearment sounded both possessive and mocking, sending another wave of chills through me. His fingers

my throat. I tried to pull away to break the suffocating tension, but his grip tightened ever so slightly. just enough to remind

voice soft yet dripping with the kind of menace that made my blood run cold. His words hung in the air like

consume us both And the worst part was, no matter how hard I tried to distance myself to escape him, I could feel that invisible thread pulling me closer, drawing me back into the orbit of his dangerous desire.

his tone smooth but unyielding. "Anything but letting you go. That will never happen. Not in this lifetime,

still

there was something in his voice-an offer, a sliver of opportunity. My mind flashed back to the conversation I had with Holt before Titus arrived. The words were I fresh in my memory, lingering at edges of my thoughts. I hadn't decided whether [ should help laced with a hint of curiosity. "Do you really mean that?" Titus's eyes narrowed, his gaze locking onto mine with a sudden intensity. He tilted his head slightly, as if trying to decipher the hidden meaning behind my words, trying to figure out what was plotting. The tension between us grew

now, faced with Titus's uncompromising stance, I knew this might be my only chance to tip the scales in

if til quite put his finger on what. The suspense was killing him his control was ironclad, but even

still uncertain of what I

the air, and then, with a steady voice, I made my demand. "Sentence Annika to exile instead

come from my lips. "What?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous, as if daring me to repeat myself. "You heard me." I said,

to bargain for someone else's life. His eyes darkened, the weight of his authority pressing down on

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he asked, his voice sharper now, as if he were trying to understand the depths of

what want." I replied firmly. "You said anything, and

onto mine, and I could see the inner battle playing out behind his cool exterior. Titus wasn't an who showed mercy easily, and yet I had placed him in a position where he had promised

him to it

weighing my words, weighing me. His lips thinned into a hard line, and I could sense the conflict brewing