Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 99

SAGE

Hours had passed since Anna had taken Titus back to their room The longer she kept him in there, the more uneasy I felt. I'd even offered to ask Klara for help, knowing she'd been studying magic for some time and might be able to case whatever pain or confusion Titus was in. But Anna had shut me down immediately, claiming she knew exactly how to take care of him on her own.

It didn't sit right with me. Her insistence on handling things alone was definitely suspicious. It almost felt like she was hiding something, like she wanted to keep everyone, especially me, away from him.

I found myself standing outside their door, staring at the closed wood, debating whether I should knock and ask about Titus myself. After a few long moments, I finally raised my hand and gave the door a soft knock. Almost immediately, Anna appeared, slipping out and shutting the door tightly behind her. She blocked the entrance with her body, as if daring me to push past her.

"What is it that you want, Sage?" she asked, her voice laced with irritation.

"I just wanted to see how Titus is," I said, trying to keep my tone even.

She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "He's fine. He's already asleep, resting."

"Really?" I asked, unable to fully mask the suspicion in my voice

Anna's brows lifted, her mouth tightening. "Why would you think otherwise?"

I kept my expression neutral. "Nothing. We were just worried about him, that's all."

"We'? Or do you mean 'you?" She shot back.

My heart skipped a beat, but I held her gaze, deciding there was no point in pretending otherwise. "So, what if I am?"

Anna's expression darkened, and she took a deliberate step forward, the kind of territorial step that said she saw me as a threat. Her jaw clenched, her voice dropping to a low, possessive tone. "Titus is mine, Sage. He was mine first, and he will always be mine. Stop trying to come between us."

I felt a flare of anger, but I kept my voice calm, my expression steady. "I'm not trying to come between anything, Anna. But if he's truly yours, then you shouldn't feel so threatened, should you?"

nostrils flared, and for a moment, I could see the fury simmering beneath the surface. But instead of responding, she let out a huff, turned on her heel, and

in my chest. Anna's words echoed in my mind-her possessiveness, her certainty that she had an unbreakable claim on Titus. But the look in her eyes was more than just jealousy. It was fear. Fear that somehow I might slip through the cracks of whatever hold she thought she

him.

back to the main room, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions within me. Titus didn't remember everything yet. But is it possible that pieces of our past have already begun to surface? I can sense that it was only a matter of time before he remembered fully, and if Anna had any

of tea as she looked up with concern. "What did Anna

a small smile, shrugging. "She said he's resting. Refused any

knit together. "That's strange. You'd think she'd want whatever help she could get, especially

really wrong."

into the chair beside Elara. Exactly. It feels like she's hiding something. And she's acting as if I'm some threat to her relationship with

chuckled softly, stirring her tea with an amused glint in her eye. "Of course

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but my heart racing. "I'm no a threat to her. I mean, not really," I replied, more like I was trying to convince myself

Anna would be so calm if she knew Titus marked you

down, will you?" My cheeks burned, but a small part of me couldn't ignore the thrill that ran through

sly smile, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Relax no one else is around to

breath. "It doesn't mean anything,"

over, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "Then make

want to. I want to start a new life away from

eyes searching mine with quiet determination. "You say that, but if leaving was really what you wanted, you'd have gone

Elara. Every time I try to leave, something pulls me back in. Like some part of me refuses to let go, even though I know

head, her expression both sympathetic and probing. "Maybe that's because deep down, you're not ready to let go of him. You can keep telling yourself you're done, but actions

I supposed to do?" I whispered, almost

listening to what

"And that is?"

I