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.

a brow, her unspoken question clear. I just shook my head, unwilling to let her see the

floor, everyone scattered to their respective rooms. As I slipped into mine, the heavy door closing behind me, I tried to ignore the image burned

out the storm in my chest. Turning the faucet, I watched as

wash away all the bad memories that happened today. That's when I felt it a small, forgotten weight in my pocket. The bottle. I pulled it out, its

into a numbing chill. The bottle rested in my hand. I stared at it, the faint shimmer inside feeling like a physical manifestation of the hope I was too afraid to admit I still carried. This little vial had the potential to put everything back where it belonged, to restore what had been lost. But

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

ritual to make the potion work-it was a long shot. The impossibility of

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on what was in front of me instead

my mind. I let out a slow breath and leaned back, closing

finally felt calm, I pushed myself up, droplets sliding down as I stepped out of the tub. Grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around myself and dried off. The cold bath had cleared my head, sparking an idea-a new plan. If we truly needed the hunter's help, there had to be another

on a nearby drawer. Curiosity got the better of me, and when I pulled it open, I was surprised to find it neatly stocked with brand-new clothes. Who they belonged to, I had no idea, but they were far better than the

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

waste a second. Determined, I slipped out of my room as quietly as possible. The halls of the hotel were eerily silent, the luxurious surroundings doing little to calm the storm brewing in my chest. How was I supposed to find

to start.

I grabbed a small dagger from my bag and tucked it securely at my back. It wasn't much, but it gave me a sense 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

the room for the hunter, but I didn't find any traces of him. I was thinking of asking around, but I don't

to bump into Scott. He was standing right behind me,

My stomach dropped.

you doing here, Sage?" He demanded, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the noisy

should be the one asking that question," I stuttered, trying to throw his