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

said, we were just

if you

his knuckles turned white while

Something more important than being here?" I asked, eager to make him

do your training properly. Go on,

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a loud, annoying sigh before Irolled my eyes. "Well then, enjoy the

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

couldn't ignore the way Titus had looked at 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 werewolves, so the first thing

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 a weapon like this." "Do

shook his head. "Iron and silver feel different in your hand-the weight, the balance, even the way it moves. You need 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 dulled iron one-and nodded, signaling me to get ready. "Precision matters more than strength. Look for weak spots and use your opponent's movement

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

in my hand, and gave Scott a small smile in return.

settle in, Titus's voice cut through, cool and taunting. "You're going too easy on her, Scott. Worried about

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 aneant for

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

his shoulders, readying himself. "Then prove it," he said simply, lowering his stance. "Let's see where that

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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could practically feel the energy crackling between us. The playful ease I'd felt with Scott evaporated, replaced by a heightened awareness of every move,

I could feel the intensity radiating from him-he wasn't just testing my skills; he was pushing, waiting for any sign of

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

instinct told 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 couldn't react in

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