Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 103

SAGE

Scott pushed the heavy door open, the creak echoing through the dimly lit interior of The Rusty Fang. The scent of old wood, spilled ale, and a faint metallic tang greeted us. Inside, the bar was quiet except for a low murmur of voices. A handful of patrons lingered at scattered tables, their faces shadowed under dim hanging lanterns.

We followed Scott as he led us to a secluded corner where a man sat alone. His presence was imposing despite his seemingly relaxed posture. The hunter exuded an air of rugged charm that was impossible to ignore. His chiseled features were weathered, as if he'd spent more time battling the elements than under a roof. A faint scar traced the length of his right cheekbone, a testament to a life lived dangerously. His jawline was strong, covered in a day's worth of scruff that only added to his appeal, and his piercing green eyes seemed to see far more than they let on.

His dark, tousled hair fell just to the nape of his neck, giving him an untamed look that paired perfectly with his broad shoulders and muscular build. He wore a worn leather jacket over a black shirt that clung to his frame; the fabric frayed just enough to suggest years of hard use. A faint, earthy scent of leather and pine seemed to follow him, making him seem like he belonged more to the wilderness than any civilized city.

Despite his rugged appearance, there was a sharpness in his gaze-a wit and intelligence that hinted he wasn't just brawn. His smirk, quick and crooked, carried the confidence of a man who had seen it all and survived to tell the tale. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a shadow in his eyes, a glimpse of someone who had paid the price for the life he led.

"You're late," the man said, his voice low and gravelly.

Scott offered a tense smile as he pulled out a chair and sat across from him. "Had to make sure we weren't followed. You know how it is."

Titus, then to me. His eyes lingered for a moment, narrowing slightly before he returned his attention to Scott. "Let's skip the pleasantries. What do you

attention immediately. The air seemed to shift around him, his tone firm yet calculated. "We need your expertise," he began, his deep voice cutting through the murmur of the bar. "There are several groups we need to track down and persuade to join our cause. These aren't ordinary

the table. "So, we're not hunting rouges this time, huh? It

are outright hostile. We need someone who knows the terrain, their habits, and how to approach them

chimed in, his voice less commanding but no less serious. And someone who knows how to handle trouble

sound that hinted at years of experience in dangerous dealings. "You're not just

someone who can navigate the unpredictable. Someone who won't falter when things

intrigue. "I can. But let me guess-you're not telling

get the full picture when you need to. For now, all you need to know is that we're building something bigger than any one pack. Something worth fighting

envelope of cash on the

pulled out an envelope filled with cash, tossing it onto

hundred grand," Scott said. "And there's more where