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.

my hands forward, inspecting them with fierce determination. Her eyes narrowed, and her

the hell?" she muttered, her fingers tracing over my skin as if searching for some hidden injury. "Scott, you

face. "I'm telling you, Lady Sage

clearly torn between irritation and confusion. "Well, there's not a single mark on her now. You don't just heal from silver, Sage, not without some

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

narrowed as she 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 immortal than a

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

the strongest lycans can do that without severe injury. And now you're healing in minutes from wounds that should've bled for hours." She shook her head. "Something's happening to you,

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

sense.

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

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 on

in the way she 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

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

form lay unmoving on the bed, his chest rising and falling ever

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

felt like an eternity, and yet I couldn't tear

sign of life beyond the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. The air around us felt heavy, almost suffocating. I glanced back toward the

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

like this."

to fight through impossible odds before; many had witnessed his unmatched strength and willpower. But something about this felt different. Darker. I shook my head, refusing to let my mind spiral

silence. "And you... you need to be honest