Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

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already had breakfast with Her Majesty. You can eat by yourself," I uttered as I pulled my hand back, but he just held my

hand tighter.

"It's fine. You can just watch me eat, he replied casually,

What's going on with him! It hadn't been long since he was gawking at me like he was about to kill me at any moment. But right now, he was smiling as if something good happened to him.

"I don't want to," I resisted, pulling my hand back slightly. Every fiber of my being screamed not to give in to him, not after everything he had just put me through.

But in truth, my stomach growled softly. I hadn't managed to eat properly earlier while dining with Her Majesty and the other concubines. The atmosphere had been unbearable, their judging eyes watching my every move, silently condemning me with every bite. I could barely chew under the weight of their disdain. None of them were pleased with the news of my return. In fact, it felt like everyone in that room had wished I'd never come back.

"I don't think you have a choice. Titus said proudly, his voice laced with arrogance as he continued to lead me forward, his hand still firmly wrapped around mine.

I scoffed, glaring at him. "I never seem to have much of a choice when I'm around you, do I?" The words slipped out before I could stop them, my frustration boiling over.

He glanced down at me, that maddeningly calm smile playing on his lips. "You can always choose to follow what I say," he replied smoothly, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

My eyes narrowed into slits, and I shot him a murderous look, anger simmering just beneath the surface. "And give you whar you want? In your dreams," I muttered under my breath, the words barely audible but faced with defiance.

Titus halted, turning to face me, his expression unreadable. "You said something?" His voice was calm, but I could sense the challenge in his tone, daring me to repeat myself.

I rolled my eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. "Nothing. I snapped, jerking my hand free from his. grasp with more force than necessary. This time, I succeeded. The sudden freedom felt like a small victory, even though I knew he had let me go on purpose.

"Let's just get this over with," I added coldly, stepping past him without waiting for a response. I didn't care that I had no idea where we were going-1 just needed to be the one leading to reclaim even the smallest piece of control. My heart raced as I took determined steps forward, my shoulders squared, the defiance in my stride as clear as the anger in my eyes.

steady and deliberate, as though he was allowing me this small illusion of control. I could feel his eyes on my back, that oppressive weight of his presence making my skin tingle with awareness.

stretched out before me, dimly lit, unfamiliar. I had no idea where I was going, but the satisfaction of walking away from Titus

following, of course, and the knowledge of it made my skin prickle. He wasn't rushing, wasn't trying to catch up-he didn't need to. Titus never chased; he waited for people to come to him, like gravity pulling everything into his orbit. And right now,

hated it. I hated

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voice broke the silence, low and

turned to face him, trying to keep my frustration in check, but I knew the irritation

stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine, and for a moment I felt the heat of his presence, the undeniable pull of him. His lips curled into that infuriating sunile again, the one

jolt of awareness through me. I gritted my teeth and followed, hating the way he always seemed to hold all the power, even in the simplest of moments. As we walked. I couldn't help but wonder what his game was this time. He had granted my request, but there was something else brewing beneath the surface-there always was

his palace. The table was already set, a decadent spread of food laid out before us, and my stomach

if this were some normal, polite affair. I hesitated for

edge. "You know," he began, reaching for a piece

picked at the food in

"And

to be afraid of anymore.

chair, his eyes locked on me with a curious intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He studied. me like a puzzle he couldn't quite figure out, but that only seemed to intrigue him more. There was no anger in

much, huh?" He asked, his voice low and almost teasing, as if my hatred was nothing

before I could stop them. "You have no idea how

at the corner of his lips, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "On the contrary, kitten," he said smoothly, leaning forward ever so slightly.

aware of my hatred and still carried on as if it didn't bother him made me feel

pushing? Why did he always hover around me, making my life harder? His calm confidence drove me crazy, like nothing I said or did affected him. He thrived on

admit

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me back here. I'm not sure if this is all part