Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter

SAGE

105

We decided to stay in the city for the night. Titus, ever the meticulous planner, arranged accommodations at one of the most opulent hotels I'd ever seen. The sleek marble exterior gleamed under the city lights, and the revolving glass doors seemed to invite us into a world where luxury was a way of life.

At first, I worried about the attention this would draw. Staying somewhere this extravagant felt like painting a target on our backs. But when I voiced my concern, Scott merely smirked and said, "Don't worry. No one will question this."

It wasn't until we were at the reception desk that I realized why. The elegant concierge greeted Titus with a warm, deferential smile, addressing him by name and welcoming him as if he were royalty. "Wait... this place belongs to you?" I asked, incredulous.

Titus glanced at me, his expression unreadable. "My family," he corrected. "My mother's side, to be specific. She comes from the Darion line."

The Darion name sent a ripple of understanding through me. They weren't just influential-they were untouchable. Old money, old power. The kind of lineage that even the royal family treated with caution.

I shouldn't have been surprised. Titus always exuded authority, but this level of influence was staggering. No wonder he was able to secure rooms for all of us without so much as a raised eyebrow from the staff.

We were each given a keycard to our own rooms-except, of course, for Titus and Anna. The receptionist handed them a single card with an almost conspiratorial smile. My stomach churned as Anna's hand brushed against Titus's arm, her laugh soft and sweet like a practiced melody.

I quickly looked away, forcing myself to focus on the keycard in my hand. A private room. A luxury I should be grateful for,/ but instead, it felt like a hollow prize.

As we made our way to the elevator, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Titus. He was standing beside Anna, his expression as distant as it had been since we arrived, yet he stayed close enough for her to claim her territory with ease. She wrapped her arm around his, leaning into him as if staking her claim in front of all of us.

my eye and raised a brow, her unspoken question clear. I just shook my head, unwilling to let her

mine, the heavy door closing behind me, I tried to ignore the image burned into my mind-Titus and Anna,

of running water to drown out the storm in my chest. Turning the faucet, I

can't wait to wash away all the bad memories that happened today. That's when I felt it a small, forgotten weight

my hand. I stared at it, the faint shimmer inside feeling like a physical manifestation of the hope I was too

sound echoing in the small space. My fingers tightened around the bottle before I finally placed it on the side

work-it was a long shot. The impossibility

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this way to set the bottle aside and focus on what was in front of me instead of

seeped into my skin, cooling not just my body but the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. I let out a slow

cold bath

the better of me, and when I pulled it open, I was surprised to find it neatly stocked with brand-new clothes. Who

of soft lounge pants and a loose sweater. Comfortable but practical, perfect for whatever was coming next. As I slipped into the fresh clothes a small

little to calm the storm brewing in my chest. How was I supposed to find the hunter? I had no

to start.

of security, however small. I knew what I was doing was reckless, maybe even outright dangerous, but I couldn't sit back and do nothing. If there was a chance I could help with this mission, I had to

old friend. I scanned the room for the hunter, but I didn't find any traces of him. I was thinking

bump into Scott. He was standing right behind me, arms crossed, eyes locked on me like a predator ready

My stomach dropped.

voice low but sharp

one asking that question," I stuttered, trying