Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 102

SAGE

I was starting to think the potion Elara had been working so tirelessly on wouldn't be ready in time. The clock was ticking as we packed our things for the journey ahead, each item reminding me of the weight of what was to come. But just as I folded the last of my clothes

into my bag, Elara slipped into my room, a small, determined smile on her face.

"Here," she said, holding out a tiny, carefully sealed bottle. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but there was a spark of satisfaction there too. "This is it. I only managed to make one dose of the oil and the potion. You've got one shot at this, Sage. If you don't follow the instructions exactly, there's a good chance it won't work. And if that happens... we're back to square one."

I took the bottle gingerly, as if it might shatter with just a touch. Are you sure this is safe?" My voice wavered, betraying the unease I had been trying to suppress. "I want Titus to get better, Elara. But if there's even the slightest chance this could put him in danger, I'm not going to risk it."

Elara's expression softened as she placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I'm not going to lie to you. I'm not one hundred percent sure about its effectiveness-or the side effects. But I can promise you this: the worst that could happen is... nothing. He just won't remember you."

I blew out a loud sigh, the weight of her words settling heavily on my shoulders. "I guess I can live with that. If this doesn't work, then maybe... maybe this is the Moon Goddess's plan. Maybe we're not meant to be, and this is just her way of telling me to let go." Elara's smile turned bittersweet, her usual teasing demeanor softened by the gravity of the moment. "I don't think that's true, Sage. But if that's what you believe, then so be it. Whatever happens, I'm here with you. You'll handle this."

I nodded, though my heart felt like it was caught in a tug-of-war between hope and resignation. "Thanks, Elara. For everything."

She gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before stepping back. "Good luck, Sage. And no matter what happens, you'll do good."

As Elara's footsteps faded down the hall, I stared at the small bottles resting in my hand, their liquid contents shimmering faintly under the soft glow of the light coming from the window One chance. That was all I had. No retries, no do-overs. Whether this potion would bring back the memories Titus had lost-or leave things unchanged-I knew one thing for sure! I couldn't walk away from this without trying.

The weight of it settled over me as I slipped the bottles carefully into my bag. My heart wavered between hope and fear, the stakes of what lay ahead both thrilling and terrifying.

Once everything was packed and ready, we gathered in the living room. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the weight of the mission ahead hanging heavily over us. It was supposed to be just the three of us-Scott, Titus, and me. But, of course, Anna had other plans.

"I'm coming with you," she declared, her voice ringing with determination as she stepped into the room.

exchanged a look, our shared annoyance unspoken but perfectly clear, I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could get a word out, Titus turned to her, his expression softening in a way that

said, his tone holding no hesitation.

say no to her. The way he looked at Anna-as though she were the only star in a dark sky-was enough to make my chest ache. He might not remember me, but he certainly remembered her. Scott caught my eye, his expression a careful mask, though I could see the flicker of annoyance behind it. He wasn't thrilled about the addition of Anna either, but like me, he knew better than to push the issue when Titus had

mind.

Elara announced. "There's no reason from me

said, forcing a smile and adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. "I guess

but I said nothing. I couldn't let her presence-or

air of mystery, and the chrome accents added just the right touch of sophistication. It was a car that turned heads without trying-a perfect fit for someone like Titus. Scott slid into the driver's seat, adjusting the mirrors and steering wheel with an air of casual confidence. Titus was

ache stirring deep in my chest. I hadn't expected this-the sharp pang of longing mixed with an unbearable sense of loss. To sit near him, to be that close, even for the duration of a car ride,

away.

instead, settling in beside Scott. Behind me, I heard Elara chuckle softly

road. The quiet tension in the vehicle was palpable, broken only by the faint hum of the engine and the occasional rustling as

seat.

Titus's once more. His expression was unreadable, his eyes

gnawed at me. The memories of his touch, his voice, his smile-it was all there, just beneath the surface, threatening to consume me. But now, in this moment, he was a stranger. A stranger who carried my heart without even knowing it. Unable to bear the weight of his gaze, I turned

an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. I shot her a warning glare, silently willing her to behave, but

forward, carrying us toward our destination-and the unknown

region. His reputation was both fearsome and respected-aman known for his ruthlessness but also his unerring efficiency. If anyone

we drove our way, Scott and Titus were deep in conversation, going over the details of the hunter's

stayed silent but attentively listened to their conversation. Anna, of course, deliberately held Titus' hand as if

the sun climbed higher, its golden rays spilling across the rooftops

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Chapter 102