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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was trying to see past the surface, reaching something deeper. I instinctively wrapped my

But But before I could move further, his hands wrapped around my wrists, pinning them 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

claimed my

the heat of

could ould no longer

to pull away, but each 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 past my parted lips, deepening the kiss. A mix of thrill and panic surged through me

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 left mine, brushing path along my jaw with a touch that was both gentle and intense. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, pressing against me.

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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

he needed me to say it.

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

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

he was silent, his gaze unwavering. Then his expression hardened. "My wolf wants you," he said finally. "I don't. But he

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 somebody else owns his heart. But his words had brought me back to reality,

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of reality settling over me. As I finished, his voice broke the silence, low and clipped. "I'd like to apologize for what