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.

narrowed, and her brow furrowed even more when she didn't find the bloodied, battered hands she expected. Instead, all she

skin as if searching

Scott exclaimed, still staring at my hands, disbelief etched across his face. "I'm telling you, Lady Sage was bleeding. The silver cut her. I saw it with my

mark on her now. You don't just heal from silver,

my hands from Elara's grasp, stepping back as I tried to suppress the eerie sensation 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

crossed her arms, her tone biting with frustration. "But

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Sage," she countered, her gaze flicking from my face to my hands. "You're healing at a speed that even most werewolves don't. You're more like an

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

the strongest lycans can do that

was right. Something had changed. Losing my

sense.

wasn't ready to dwell on that now. Not with Titus still lying unconscious

have time to play this guessing game," I muttered, brushing past her, my heart pounding as I tried to push the unsettling thoughts aside. "Titus

with exasperation. "But once Titus is stable, we need to figure this out, Sage. You

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

turned and headed back into the dimly lit room. Titus' form lay unmoving on the bed,

sat beside him and gently took his hand in mine. His skin was warm, but his grip was weak, his fingers barely responding to my touch. "Titus," I whispered, brushing my thumb softly across the back of his hand. "Please, just hang on.

I couldn't tear myself away from his side. I needed him to wake up, to open his eyes, and to look at me with the fierce determination

his chest. The air 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

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

like this."

odds before; many had witnessed his unmatched strength and willpower.

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