Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 89 SAGE

I squinted my eyes when a ray of bright light hit my eyes. I slowly open it until it fully adjusts to the lights. Once Lopened my eyes, I was welcomed by my room's familiar ceiling. It seems like I have slept through the night right after the rejection ceremony.

I pushed myself up, but I'm aching all over my body. I took a deep breath before I leaned my back against the wall for support.

I was in that position when Elara entered the room holding a tray. "Thank God! You're awake!" she exclaimed in excitement. It didn't take long before Scott followed her behind.

"My

t funny that

lady!" he he called me out.

act of surprise that I finally wake up. "Whoa, what's this? You're acting as if we didn't see each other last night." I teased.

I find it They both looked at each other before Elara answered. "You've been out for three days, Sage. We were all worried that you might not make it."

I laughed and shook my head as I imagined how worried they are for nothing. But the smile on my lips immediately dropped when my eyes landed on the tall and masculine frame that was now standing right at the door. He casually leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms against his chest, causing his muscles to flex.

He was staring at me intently as if I did something terrible towards him. I don't completely understand the anger that I see in his eyes when I already did everything he asked for. I looked away when his eyes became too much to bear. "I was probably taking my time to rest. I haven't had a good sleep for a while," I joked, trying to lighten up the mood. They both laughed.

"It's good to have you back, my lady," Scott said before gently tapping my shoulder.

"Sage. Please call me Sage. There's no need for you or any people to address me with formality," I smiled at him as I corrected him. I didn't mean to look in Titus' direction, but I did. I was taken aback when I found him glaring at me as if I said something that he didn't like. I quickly look away from his gaze to avoid his scrutinizing eyes.

"Alright, Sage. How about you join us for breakfast?" Scott invited.

"Do I still have time to freshen up?"

chuckled, "Of course. We'll

outside."

polite nod. "Your Majesty, I didn't realize you were there." Titus's cold, intense gaze never left me. "I came to get you. The food's getting cold, and Anna is waiting. Are we eating or not?" He replied, his voice hard, almost dismissive. Scott hesitated, sensing the tension. "Of course, Your Majesty. We'll join you in a moment," he said respectfully. "Actually, there's no need to wait for me," I interjected, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm not particularly hungry." Titus's jaw tightened, but he didn't respond. He turned and strode away, Élara and Scott following closely behind, leaving me alone

sighed, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle over me again. The

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and bruise in my body. I turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me, soothing the soreness that lingered deep within my muscles. I closed my eyes, letting the heat work its way into my skin, trying to

space, giving me a sense of calm, if only for a moment. My stomach rumbled, at reminder of the days I'd spent unconscious, but I brushed it aside. Right now, I'd rather deal with the hunger than sit at a table with Titus and Anna, enduring Titus's

I'd made it this far. I'd survived the rejection, the pain, and the loss. A few more days here won't

eating by now. I took my time to prepare

The softness of the fabric against my skin was comforting, grounding me in a way I needed right now. After I'm done drying off my body, I wrap

for women to wear here. Probably, they hadn't even considered the possibility of a woman needing clothes when they set this place up as their hideout. Everything in the dresser was rugged and oversized; nothing

I

through the drawers, searching for

knot

me rooted in place feeling painfully aware of my bare skin under the thin towel. My heart pounded as I held my breath, praying it wouldn't fall "I-I'm sorry, I didn't

"Don't you

my own place?" He

do. Especially if someone else is inside!" My cheeks flushed hotter, the irritation mingling with my

keeping things polite, but now... something in his expression shifted. His eyes darkened, taking in my flustered appearance with a blatant, unapologetic interest that made me grip the towel even tighter. His eyebrow arched as a smug smile tugged at his lips. "Didn't you say you were my wife?" He leaned against the doorframe, his voice low and taunting. "Then there's nothing there that I haven't seen before." "Used to be," I shot back, steeling myself against the warmth creeping into my cheeks. "I'm no longer your wife, so everything underneath this towel isn't yours now." My tone was firm, yet my heart pounded as if challenging him to

his eyes as he held my gaze. "Is that so?" His voice softened, each word dripping with an intensity that