Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

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

we were just about to

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white while glaring at me. "Then, go ahead," he

getting into this. "Don't you have anywhere else to go? Something more important than being here?" I asked, eager to

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my lips, trying to stop myself fom saying another word. I blew a loud, annoying sigh before Irolled my eyes. "Well then,

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

me. There was something intense and almost secretive in his stare. It left a strange feeling in me, both curious and uneasy. Scott's voice 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 serious. "We're up against a lot of

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 a weapon like this." "Do we really have to use silver?" I asked, glancing at the sharp blade. "I mean, this

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 dulled iron one-and nodded, signaling me to get ready. "Precision matters more than strength.

of the dagger in my hand as 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

the weight now familiar in my hand, and gave Scott a small smile in return.

cool and taunting. "You're going too easy on her, Scott. Worried about a

however, wasn't about to let it go. He walked over to us, his gaze lingering on the dagger in my hand, before meeting my eyes with 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 of something more intense slipping into his voice. Before I could respond, he reached for his own blade, a slightly sharper iron dagger

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

"Then prove it," he

the silver dagger, feeling its cool, solid weight 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

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the energy crackling between us. The playful ease I'd felt with

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

barely saw it, but I managed to throw up a block. I felt a surge of relief when 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

me to back off, but I forced myself to stay 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

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