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.

she yanked my hands forward, inspecting them with fierce determination. Her eyes narrowed, and her brow furrowed even more when she didn't find the

over my skin as if searching for some

telling you, Lady Sage was bleeding. The silver cut her. I saw it with my own

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

honest, it wasn't the silver that wounded me; it was the sharp edges of the cell bars.

her arms, her tone biting with frustration. "But humans don't

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hands. "You're healing at a speed that even most werewolves

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

through silver bars with your bare hands? Not even the strongest lycans can do that without severe injury. And

to argue, but deep down, a small part of me knew she was right. Something had changed. Losing my wolf had left me feeling incomplete, and now

sense.

lying unconscious in the other room and the

heart pounding as I tried to push

"But once Titus is stable, we

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

into the dimly lit room. Titus' form lay unmoving on the bed,

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. You'll come

sound of his breathing filling the space. Every second felt like an eternity, and yet I couldn't tear myself away from his side. I needed him to

rhythmic rise and fall of 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

her voice softer now. "He's strong. Stronger

like this."

storm brewing inside me. Titus has been well known to fight through impossible odds before; many had witnessed his unmatched strength and willpower. But something about this felt different. Darker. I shook my

silence. "And you... you need to be honest with yourself,