Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

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Chapter 94 SAGE

"Come on... Stay with me..."

The voice drifted through the darkness, tugging me from somewhere dent

and distant. I blink, barely aware, until his urgent words grow clearer, pulling me fully from the shadows. As I opened my eyes, I felt the steady rhythm of his hands pressing firmly against my chest, his breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. Without warning, he tilted my head back, his mouth sealing over mine as he gave a deep breath, filling my lungs with life before returning to his chest compressions. The sensation startled me, and it took a moment for everything to sink in-the cold night, the lake, the weight of his hands, the fierce determination in his eyes as he tried to bring me back. Then, suddenly, a jolt shot through me, and I coughed hard, water spilling from my mouth. My body convulsed as I continued to cough, struggling to rid myself of every last drop, until my throat burned and my lungs felt raw. Gasping for air, I opened my eyes fully to find him hovering over me, his face etched with worry, relief flashing through his eyes. The weight of what had just happened sank in, and I shivered, both from the cold and the intensity of his gaze as he leaned back slightly, still watching over me with that fierce protectiveness. "Breathe," he "he whispered, his voice

"T-Thank you, I stammered, swa Darely above a murmur as he watched me struggle to steady myself.

the invisible lump in my throat, still shaken. But as my breathing slowed, I realized just how close we were. His hands pressed into the ground on either side of my head, holding me in place, while his gaze never wavered. His face was just inches from mine, close e enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with mine. His chest rose and fell heavily, his breaths in sync with mine as we both tried to catch our breaths. thick

A strange tension hung between us,

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my vulnerability beneath and undeniable. His eyes moved over me, intense and searching, as though he was trying to see past

gently but firmly above my head. You really have a way of making me go crazy," he murmured, his voice low and laced with something raw. The intensity in his eyes held me captive, sparking something I couldn't quite understand, something that set my pulse racing faster than before. "I don't understand-"I started to say, but he didn't give me the chance to finish.

touch, the hunger in the way his lips moved over mine, as if he'd been holding back far too leaned down and claimed my lips, his mouth pressing against mine

the heat of

and could ould

time I tried, his hold only grew firmer. My breaths were quick and shallow as I turned my head, desperate for air, but he took the chance to slip his tongue

was a hesitation inside me, a reminder of how risky this was and how deep we were getting into feelings that could only end in heartache. Yet, with his hand resting on me and the intensity in his eyes mirroring my own inner conflict, I felt myself pulled in, unable to break free from this moment. His hand stayed warm and lingering, sending sparks across my skin. My breathing quickened as his lips left

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more complicated. But instead of pulling back, I found myself leaning closer, drawn to him in a way I couldn't resist. His other hand moved to my face, cradling it, and he gazed down at me with eyes full of something unspoken. His face was close enough that I felt the warmth of his

voice rough, almost like he needed me to

choice, leaving it up to me. I knew that if I stayed silent, if I didn't tell him to stop, we'd

parted, ready to speak, but the words caught in my throat. I looked up at him, feeling the full weight of the moment, my heart thudding wildly, each beat filled with questions I didn't even know how to ask. Despite the pull to lean in, to give in, one question held me back. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My mind was tangled in confusion, wrestling with his

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my throat, I pushed a hand against his chest, steadying myself. "Could you please move?" I said quietly, voice steady but flat. "I need to get dressed." He stared at me, a flash of surprise flickering in his eyes. How I responded to his kiss a moment ago must've made him think I'd let this go further, that I'd be willing to ignore the truth that

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dressed, the chill of reality settling over me. As I finished, his voice broke the silence, low and clipped. "I'd like to apologize for what I did. I don't know why my wolf still feels bound to you, even after the breaking of our bond. Maybe we should just ask Elara about it, so