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

thing he recalls is being with Lady Anna, and he's forgotten everything that happened after the

"Oh, in t

human world, they call it retrograde amnesia," Elara interjected, her voice laced with cautious optimism as though explaining it would lessen the blow. "I heard it's only temporary." "So... he has no recollection of

across his face. "I'm afraid

to push down the emotions

looked down, his mouth opening as if to answer, but no words came. It was Elara who

now, Titus will need time to recover physically and mentally. Well, we'll just have to

hollow even to me. "Can I see

began carefully, "I think right now, your presence might be confusing him. Until he's regained his memories, it might be best if... He trailed off, uncertain.

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finished for him, the bitterness cutting into my words. A silence settled over us, the

forced myself to nod. "You're right. I'll leave him to rest. The words felt 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 for me; remember something. Anything. We were in that position when the door swung open once again, but this time

as they stepped into the living room. Titus moved with a lingering stiffness, his body wrapped in fresh bandages, a testament to the brutal battle he'd survived. Yet even in

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, struggling

gaze flickering from me to Titus, and I

smile she wore.

said, his voice cutting through the silence with an edge I didn't recognize. "Anna has told me

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

me now." He paused, and in that instant, I could see him glancing toward Anna, who stood beside him like a

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 me, but I swallowed it, forcing myself to nod in response to show that I could handle this and

him

hardened. I was no longer the woman who had

through the air again, deep and authoritative. "One more thing," he said, sending a ripple of unease through me. The way he spoke made it sound like a command, and I felt my pulse quicken as I turned back to face him, though I could barely summon the strength to meet

space between us was charged with 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