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.

grip tightened around my wrists as she yanked my hands forward, inspecting them with fierce determination. Her eyes narrowed, and her brow furrowed even more when she

fingers tracing over my skin as if searching for some hidden injury. "Scott,

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

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

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 was the sharp edges of the cell bars. I don't react to silver anymore, probably because I've already

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

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

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scoffed, the absurdity of her claim making me roll my eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, Elara. I'm as mortal as you are. I'm sure as hell I

bars with your bare hands? Not even the strongest lycans can do that without severe injury. And now you're healing

me knew she was right. Something had changed. Losing my wolf

sense.

with Titus still lying unconscious in the other room and the threat

muttered, brushing past her, my heart pounding as I tried to push the unsettling thoughts aside. "Titus is the priority right now. He needs us, and I won't waste another second

crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she watched me. "Fine," she said, her voice tight with exasperation. "But once Titus is stable, we need to figure this out, Sage. You can't keep ignoring whatever is happening to you. It's dangerous, not just for you, but for all of

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 that? I wasn't going to let my own confusion about whatever strange changes were happening stop me from

unmoving on the bed, his chest rising and falling

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. You're strong.

second felt like an eternity, and yet I couldn't tear myself away from his side. I

air around us felt heavy, almost suffocating. I glanced back toward the door where Elara stood, watching us quietly. Her face softened for a

voice softer now. "He's strong. Stronger than any of us, even

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

breaking the silence. "And you... you need to be honest with