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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eyes moved over me, intense and searching, as though he was trying to see past the surface, reaching something deeper. I instinctively wrapped

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

mine, as if he'd been holding back far too leaned down and claimed my lips, his mouth pressing against mine

the heat of

could ould no

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

pounded, torn between pulling back and giving in, as his fingers trailed upward, their warmth lingering on my bare skin. Each 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 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. It grounded me, yet

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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

stop," he said, his voice rough, almost like he needed me to say

he didn't pull away. He was giving me the choice, leaving it up to me. I knew that if I stayed silent, if I didn't

know how to ask. Despite the pull to lean in,

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

despite his closeness. I could feel tears burning at the corners of my eyes, but 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

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that I knew he wasn't giving me the privacy I wanted. Yet I took a calming breath, determined to steady myself as I hurriedly 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