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.

around my wrists as she yanked my hands forward, inspecting them with fierce determination. Her eyes narrowed, and her

muttered, her fingers tracing over my skin as if searching for some hidden

Scott exclaimed, still staring at my hands, disbelief etched across his face. "I'm telling you, Lady

irritation and confusion. "Well, there's not a single mark on her now. You don't just heal

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

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

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

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

that you broke through silver bars with your bare hands? Not even 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, Sage, whether you want to admit it or

changed. Losing my wolf had left me feeling incomplete, and now

sense.

dwell on that now. Not with Titus still lying unconscious in the

game," I muttered, brushing past her, my heart pounding as I tried to push the unsettling thoughts aside. "Titus is the priority right

tight with exasperation. "But once Titus is stable, we need to figure this out, Sage. You can't keep ignoring whatever

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

unmoving on the bed, his chest rising

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

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

beyond the 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 for

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

like this."

words did little to calm the 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

silence. "And you... you need to