Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

SAGE

After that encounter with Titus, I didn't waste another minute. I urged Scott right after to teach me how to fight.

I've done a lot of training while hiding from Titus back in the human world. But it seems like everything that I learned from those trainings was not enough for the battle waiting for us ahead. I need to keep up and become stronger, or else I'll be nothing but a burden to them. I'm done being the damsel in distress. I'm done putting up my fate in the hands of those people who want nothing to do with me. "Are you sure about this?" Scott asked one more time. "I'm not sure you're ready for a sparring."

"I already lost count on how many times have you asked me that question?" I replied.

"I'm just worried about you," he said.

"I'll be fine, Scott. And stop worrying about me. Please, don't hold back," I said, casting him a reassuring look. "Besides, Elara might be fond of me now, but who knows how long that'll last?" You know how jealousy can get," I teased, shrugging lightly. Scott chuckled, a a mischievous s glint i in his eye. "Jealous? Elara?" He shook his head with a smile. "That's one thing I can tell you for sure-Elara will never be jealous of you, Sage." Haughed, giving

him a playful nudge. "What are you trying to say, then? That you don't find I me attractive?"

Scott's face flushed, and he stammered, "No, no! That's not what I meant at all. Of course, you're attractive-it's just-"

I waved off Scott's stammering with a grin, enjoying his flustered reaction more than I cared to admit. But just as he was about to recover his composure, a deep, unmistakable voice broke through.

"Are you going to

to fight, or are you going to flirt?" Titus's voice was cold, his tone laced with a hint of something unspoken. Scott and I turned simultaneously, facing him as he stood in the doorway, arms crossed, gaze fixed sharply on us. Titus's eyes were dark, shadowed with an intensity that made me wonder just how long he'd been standing there. The way his

gaze flicked between Scott and me held a weight that felt almost tangible. A tension filled the air as he took a step closer, his presence filling the small room.

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms in return. "Didn't realize we needed permission to enjoy a laugh?" I replied, my voice steady, though my heart raced.

Scott's face was a mixture of nerves and amusement, but he quickly cleared his throat, straightening up. "Yes, we were just about to start our training, Alpha," he confirmed, casting a quick look in my direction that almost begged me not to make things worse.

But Titus didn't dn't seem convinced, his expression hardening as he studied the space between us. Finally, he spoke, his voice lower and measured. "I don't care what it was. Just remember why we're here. This mission isn't a game." His gaze lingered on me a moment longer, as though trying to read something beneath the surface. As Scott

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have anywhere else to go? Something more important than being here?" I

decided to stay. I'll have to make sure that you do your

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another word. I blew a loud, annoying sigh before Irolled my

sparing, he exhaled, shaking his head with a nervous laugh. "You really know how to get under

snapped me back to reality as he held out a small silver dagger, its blade catching the light. "Here, take this," he said, his tone

of of the training room, where a mat covered the floor and weapons lined the walls. Scott had me grip the dagger tightly, guiding me into a stance. "In a way, you already have an advantage. You might not be able to shift to your wolf form, but that actually works better for you. It means you can handle

to get used to the real thing," he said. "And don't worry, I'll be careful." Still, I could see a bit of worry in his eyes, and I felt a little nervous too. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally hurt him. But Scott only gave me a reassuring nod, his calmness helping me relax. "Let's start with defense," he instructed, stepping a few paces away from me. He raised his own practice blade-a

I adjusted my grip, focusing on Scott's movements. He approached me slowly, showing me how to block and counter with quick, precise moves. At first, I hesitated, afraid of making a mistake, but soon, I found a rhythm, my confidence growing with each step. With every block and parry, calmness settled over me. Channeling my focus this way helped me release the frustrations I'd held onto since that morning. I could see Scott noticed too, the approving look in his eyes clear. "You're doing great," he said, breathing a bit harder as he stepped back. "You've got the instincts. Now, it's all about practice." He gave

the silver dagger, the weight now familiar in my hand, and gave Scott a small smile in return. "Guess I'm

confidence began to settle in, Titus's voice cut through, cool and taunting. "You're going too easy on her, Scott. Worried about a little scratch?" he remarked, stepping into the training area with that ever-present, piercing look. "She's doing just

a glint of challenge. "Fine isn't going to cut it, Scott, In real combat, she's going to need more than basic moves to survive. I think she needs a little more motivation," he said, an edge

quickened. "I don't need special treatment from you." I tried to steady my voice, and I sensed Titus's challerige hanging between

it," he said simply, lowering his stance. "Let's

in my hand. Scott gave me an encouraging nod, and I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to stay calm as I stepped into position across from Titus. He watched me with a

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crackling between us. The playful ease I'd felt

could feel the intensity radiating from him-he wasn't just testing my skills; he was pushing, waiting for any sign of weakness. His every step was deliberate, drawing me in, and the moment I took a

the move held up under Titus's attack. For a brief moment, his eyes flickered with approval, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. Titus was unyielding, his expression hardening, and I realized he wasn't just testing me. He was here to make a point, to drive

put. I blocked his next strike, barely managing to push it aside, and swung my blade back at him. He was faster, though, and his counter was so quick I almost couldn't react in time. He didn't give me a

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