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.

my pulse quickened, not just from fear but from something deeper, something I didn't want to acknowledge. There was a pull between us, undeniable and terrifying, and yet I couldn't

will never happen, kitten" The endearment sounded both possessive and mocking, sending another wave of chills through me. His fingers brushed against my chin, tilting my face up to his, forcing me to hold his gaze as he delivered his next words like a lethal vow. "You're

the suffocating tension, but his grip tightened ever so slightly. just enough to remind me

with the kind of menace that made my blood run cold. His words hung in the air like a deadly promise the calm before the storm. There was no hint of hesitation, no flicker

me-he was staking a claim, an unbreakable bond that threatened to consume us both And the worst part was, no matter how hard I

he said, his tone smooth but unyielding. "Anything but letting you go.

still

myself from him was an exercise in futility. And yet, 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

quickening with anticipation. "Anything?" repeated, my voice calm butem yet, but now, faced with Titus's uncompromising stance, I knew this might

voice measured, as if til quite put his finger on what. The suspense was killing

uncertain of what I was leading him

paused for just a moment, letting his words hang in the air, and then, with

was immediate. His brows shot up, his expression hardening into one of disbelief. It was as though he hadn't expected anything like that to come from my lips. "What?" he asked, his voice low and

us was deafening. His shock was clear-he hadn't anticipated that I would use this moment, this opportunity, to bargain for someone

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now, as if he were trying to understand the depths

refused to back down. "Because it's what want." I replied firmly. "You said anything, and this is

I could see the inner battle playing out behind his cool exterior. Titus wasn't an who

him to it

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