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.

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, unmarked

skin as if searching

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

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

honest, it wasn't the silver that wounded me; it was the sharp edges

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

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countered, her gaze flicking from my face to my hands. "You're healing at a speed that even most

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

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

changed. Losing my wolf had left me feeling incomplete, and now I was... different. Stronger in some ways, yet fragile in others. It didn't

sense.

I wasn't ready to dwell on that now. Not with Titus still lying unconscious in the other room and the threat of

play this guessing game," I 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

narrowing as she watched me. "Fine," she said, her voice tight with exasperation. "But once Titus is

My mind was already drifting back to Titus-his still, battered 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 that? I wasn't going to let my own

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

but his grip was weak, his fingers barely responding to my touch. "Titus," I whispered,

only the faint 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

his chest. The air around us felt heavy, almost suffocating. I glanced back toward the door where Elara

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

like this."

many had

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