Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 87

SAGE

I was pacing back and forth in front of the door. I don't know what's happening inside, and the anticipation was killing me.

"Sage, calm down. Everything will be okay," Elara tried to console me.

I hate this gnawing feeling inside me. I shouldn't be this affected I wasn't planning on us getting back together. I was actually rejecting and denying him up to the extent of asking for divorce and rejection. Yet, the pain is killing me knowing that he completely forgot all the feelings he had for me. I can't understand myself. Shouldn't I be glad that I can finally be free from his suffocating grasp now that he has no interest in me? I should be jumping in glee and excitement, but I feel the opposite. However, I still couldn't understand what happened to him and what caused his lost memories.

I

I turned to Elara and voiced out what's been bothering me. "Do you have any idea what caused this to happen?"

"There are some instances in the past th

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bane poisoning can cause some memory loss. Aside from that, I can't offer

you any answer," she replied.

I blew a loud sigh. "I think this is the Moon Goddess' way of answering my prayers," I laugh bitterly. I thought this was what I wanted. But now that it's already in front of me, it makes me question my real feelings for Titus. "So, you're still planning on leaving?" she asked.

I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes. "Yes, there's no place for me here now."

Soon enough, the door to Titus' room opened widely. It didn't take long before Scott stepped out of it. I didn't notice that I was holding my breath as I waited for Scott to give us an update. But he didn't say anything. He just took a deep breath as he looked at me with pity. "Are you going to say anything, Scot Scott?" I I urged him to speak. He

slightly. "He's lost parts of his memory. It seems like... the last thing he recalls is

"Oh, in t

as though explaining it would lessen the blow. "I heard it's only temporary." "So...

across his

down the emotions threatening to spill over. "Then... what happens

It was Elara who finally broke the silence, stepping closer and

now, Titus will need time to recover physically and mentally. Well, we'll just have to see," she said gently, though her

sounded hollow even to

the other would find the right words. "Sage," Scott began carefully, "I think right now, your presence might be confusing him. Until he's regained his memories, it might be best if... He

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him, the bitterness cutting into my words. A silence settled over us, the kind that made every breath feel

like sharp-edged stones leaving my mouth. But a small part of me still hoped that stepping away might somehow help. Perhaps he'd look

with a lingering stiffness, his body wrapped in fresh bandages, a testament to the brutal battle he'd survived. Yet even in his weakened state, his presence filled

gaze was piercing, locked onto me. But it wasn't the warm, familiar look I'd once known. His eyes, those once so full of fire when they looked my way, now held only a cold distance, almost resentment. My heart twisted painfully,

possessively on his arm, her gaze flickering from me to Titus, and I couldn't help but notice the small,

smile she wore.

be Sage," he said, his voice cutting through the silence with an edge

form words, to explain, to bridge the gap that felt so agonizingly wide, but

"In respect to Anna's feelings," he added, his tone gentling ever soon't mean anything to me now." He paused, and in that instant, I could see him glancing toward Anna, who stood beside

"I don't care about the things that I don't remember. They "you should leave. Go back to wherever you came from, and don't make this harder than it needs to be." Elara stepped forward, ready to defend me, but I raised a hand, stopping her. I could feel the anger welling up within

him

as I said the words, something within me hardened. I was no longer the woman who had

pulse quicken as I turned back to face him, though I could barely summon the strength to meet his gaze. "I'm going to reject you," he declared, each word falling from his lips like stones, heavy and unyielding. "So, I'm expecting you to accept it

unspoken history and unresolved feelings. I could feel the blood rushing to my ears as his words echoed in my mind, the finality of them striking me like a physical blow. It was as if he were wielding my heart like a weapon, intending