Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 107

SAGE

After sealing the deal, Scott and I returned to the hotel, exhaustion weighing heavy on us. The streets were quiet, and the world hushed in the way only the dead of night could bring. By the time we made it back to our rooms, it was already past midnight. I didn't need to sneak in this time-Scott's presence was enough to deflect any suspicion if someone happened to see us.

Scott walked me to my door, his expression a mix of concern and exasperation. He was clearly still uneasy about everything that had transpired but wasn't about to push the subject further tonight.

"Thank you for coming with me, Scott," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

He offered me a tired but genuine smile. "It's my pleasure looking after you, Sage. We owe you a huge favor for what you just did."

I forced a smile, hoping it would mask the heaviness in my chest.

"Let's not talk about it now. You should go and get some rest. I'm sure you're tired."

He hesitated, as if considering whether to argue, but eventually nodded. "Alright. Good night, Sage. Try to get some sleep."

"You too," I replied. I waited until his footsteps faded down the hallway before I turned and unlocked my door.

The moment I stepped inside, the darkness wrapped around me like a blanket. I closed the door behind me and exhaled, finally allowing myself a moment of quiet. The room was steeped in shadows, the only light spilling in faintly through the large windows. I started to move toward the bed when a subtle movement caught my eye. My heart jumped to my throat as I spotted a dark figure sitting silently in the chair near the corner.

I was about to scream, my instincts taking over, when a familiar baritone voice broke through the stillness.

"Where have you two been?"

The calm authority in his tone sent a chill through me. My hand froze halfway to the dagger tucked at my side. I couldn't see his face clearly, but the silver light from the moon was enough to outline his broad shoulders, his unmistakable presence filling the room. "T-Titus?" I stammered, my voice trembling, barely more than a whisper in the oppressive silence of the room.

"Answer the question, Sage," he said, his voice low and steady, each word heavy with unspoken threat. It wasn't loud, but it carried the weight of a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

I took a shaky step back, my hand instinctively brushing against the wall behind me. "What are you doing here in my room? How did you even get inside?" I deflected, firing back questions of my own in a desperate attempt to stall.

"I own this fcking hotel; I have every right to be in every damn room in this building. Now, answer the damn question, Sage!" He snapped, his voice erupting like a clap of thunder. His eyes burned

familiar sign of the beast lurking within him.

I wanted to take a walk," I finally managed, my voice wavering under the weight of his fury. "Get some fresh air.

sliced through

he was across the room; the next, I was pressed firmly against the wall. His hands

an affair with my Beta?" The accusation dripped with venom, his voice

I exclaimed, my voice cracking as I struggled against the sheer force of his

voice a mix of anger and desperation that sent a shiver through me. He leaned in so close that I could feel his breath brushing

in check, but they were threatening to overwhelm me. "And even if what you're saying was true, why does it matter? I'm free to do whatever I want, Titus! I

not!" he yelled, his

fiercely, their intensity piercing through me, as if he

chance. Before I could speak, Titus closed the distance between us in an instant. His hands grabbed my face, firm

anger, frustration, and something far deeper into it. His lips moved with a fiery intensity, demanding everything from me, and I felt my body respond without my permission. My heart raced as I

tightened, as if he

pull away, and

and

hands

whether to push him away or pull him

heat of his touch.

Our foreheads remained pressed together, his breath mingling with mine in the heavy silence

hell are you,

me?"

hoarse and

you, yet you've managed to turn my entire world upside down in an instant. I don't know who you are... but

forever."

I frowned, meeting his gaze. His eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, now looked lost-clouded with confusion and pain. Seeing him like this broke something inside me. "I'm nothing but a part of your past," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. It was the only explanation I could give without

brows furrowed,

flashed

going insane every time I think of you? Why does the thought of you with another man make me