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

It seems like... the last thing he recalls

"Oh, in t

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

across his face. "I'm afraid

swallowed hard, trying to push down the emotions threatening to spill over. "Then...

was Elara who finally broke the silence, stepping closer and resting a comforting hand on

physically and mentally. Well, we'll just have to see," she said

voice sounded hollow even to me. "Can

exchanged a glance with Elara, as if hoping 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

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

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

ground 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 his weakened state, his presence

once so full of fire when they looked my way, now held only a cold distance, almost resentment. My heart twisted painfully, struggling to accept the

arm, her gaze flickering from me to

smile she wore.

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

the gap that felt so agonizingly wide, but his expression silenced

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 him like a

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 that I could walk away with dignity. But I wasn't

him

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

step outside when his voice sliced 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

finality of them striking me like a physical blow. It was as if he were wielding my heart like a weapon, intending to make a clean cut