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.

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

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

the storm in my chest. Turning the faucet, I watched as the cool water filled the

to 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

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 lately, I

bottle before I finally placed it on the

long shot. The impossibility of it only mirrored how unattainable

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and focus on what was in front of me instead

I let out a slow breath and leaned back, closing my eyes. The water was soothing washing away the weight of the day, if only

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

Comfortable but practical, perfect for whatever was coming next. As I slipped into the fresh

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

to start.

reckless, maybe even outright dangerous, but I couldn't sit back

its dim lighting and smoky air greeted me like an old friend. I scanned the room for the hunter, but I didn't find any traces of him. I was thinking of asking around, but I don't know

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

My stomach dropped.

his voice low but sharp enough to

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