Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 85 SAGE

Elara was almost done treating Titus' wounds. I decided to step out of the room for a while to get some water. I found Scott waiting outside as I stepped out of the room. "My lady, is His Majesty alright?" he asked, worried.

"He's going to be okay, Scott. Nothing to worry about," I replied

"How's your hand? Did you ask Elara to treat your wounds as well?" he asked.

As if on cue, Elara stepped out of the room where I came from and heard what Scott said.

"What wound?" Elara asked, frowning. "Did you get hurt, Sage?"

"No, I'm fine," I replied and tried to hide my hands behind my back.

"What are you hiding in your back?" Elara asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, really," I insisted.

She looked at Scott for confirmation. I squinted my eyes at Scott, warning him not to say anything to Elara. But it seems like he was more afraid of her than me.

"Lady Sage hurt her hand when she tried to break the silver cell bars. Aside from that, it was sharp as a knife, so the cuts must be deep," Scott finally admitted.

"You did what?!" Elara exclaimed. "Are you aware that silver is lethal to any werewolf? How stupid can you be?!" she yelled as she grabbed my hands that I was hiding on my back. But the frown on her forehead deepened when she saw my hand. She turned towards Scott with a confused look. "Does it look like it was wounded to you?" she asked Scott.

Scott frowned before his eyes widened in shock. "H-How did it?" But I swear I saw her blood drip along the bars when she was forced to widen it!" he insisted.

"Scott, I don't like you joking about this."

"I'm not lying!" he replied.

hands forward, inspecting them with fierce determination. Her eyes narrowed, and her brow furrowed even more when she didn't find the bloodied, battered hands she expected. Instead, all she saw were smooth,

over my skin as if

at my hands, disbelief etched across his face. "I'm telling you, Lady Sage

not a single mark on her now. You don't just heal from

crawling up my spine. "Look, it doesn't matter. I'm not hurt. And to be honest, it wasn't the silver that wounded me; it was the sharp

as she crossed her arms, her tone biting with frustration. "But humans don't heal from

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from my face to my hands. "You're healing at a

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of her claim making me roll my eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, Elara.

anyone I know. The fact that you broke through silver bars with your bare hands? Not even the strongest lycans can do that without

small part of me knew she was right. Something had changed. Losing my wolf had left me feeling incomplete,

sense.

on that now. Not with Titus still lying unconscious in the other room and the threat of the

as I tried to push the unsettling thoughts aside. "Titus is the priority right now. He needs

Titus is stable, we need

fighting some battle I couldn't see. My heart twisted in my chest. How could I focus on myself when he was suffering like

lit room. Titus' form lay unmoving on

fingers barely responding to my touch. "Titus," I

and yet I couldn't tear myself away from his side. I needed him to wake up, to open

around us felt heavy, almost suffocating. I glanced back toward the door where Elara stood, watching us quietly. Her face softened for a moment, and I knew she could sense my fear, though she

said after a long pause, her voice softer now. "He's strong. Stronger than any

like this."

many had witnessed his unmatched strength and willpower. But something about this felt different. Darker. I shook my head, refusing to let my mind

heal," Elara added, breaking the silence. "And you... you need to