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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intense and searching, as though he was trying to see past the surface, reaching something deeper.

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. With a sudden f

as if he'd been holding back far too leaned down and claimed my lips,

the heat of

could ould no longer

desperate for air, but he took the chance to slip his tongue past my parted lips, deepening the kiss. A mix of thrill and panic surged through me as I felt his hand move with purpose, starting at my waist and slowly

touch set my nerves on fire, weakening my resolve to resist him. His hand moved confidently yet with a tenderness that both surprised and captivated me, stopping at the curve of my chest. His touch sent a tremor through me that was impossible to ignore, and as our eyes met, I felt my defenses waver, caught in the pull of his gaze, his presence overpowering any last resistance I tried to hold. Still, there 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

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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 breath. "Titus...." I whispered, not sure if I wanted him to stop or keep going. My voice shook, revealing more than I wanted, and he paused, watching me closely. His thumb traced softly over my cheek, and for a moment, his eyes softened. I could see he was struggling with himself, feeling just as torn as

voice rough, almost like he needed me to say it. "Just

He was giving me the choice, leaving it up to me. I knew that if I stayed silent, if

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

his gaze unwavering. Then his expression hardened. "My wolf wants

I blinked them back, determined not to let him see my hurt. Clearing 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

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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