Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 110

SAGE

As we neared the gatehouse of the pack's territory, an unsettling silence hung in the air. There were no howls, no patrols calling out, not even the usual sounds of life you'd expect from a pack. The quiet felt heavy, like a thick fog pressing down on us, making it hard to

breathe.

I scanned the area, my nerves on edge. Something about this wasn't right. Packs were known for being fiercely protective of their territory, and uninvited guests were almost always met with some sort of pushback. But here? Nothing. It was too quiet, too still. Kieran was the first to speak, his voice low and laced with suspicion. "This isn't normal." His hand instinctively rested on the hilt of the blade strapped to his thigh, his eyes scanning the area for signs of an ambush.

Titus dismounted, his movements slow and calculated as he took in the scene. "Stay sharp," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for debate. "This could be a trap."

Elara and Scott exchanged a wary glance as they climbed off their horse. "It's too quiet," Elara muttered, her usual confidence giving way to unease.

I swallowed hard and slid off the horse with Kieran's help. My boots hit the ground softly, but the silence made the sound echo unnaturally in my ears. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to be cautious, to prepare for something unexpected.

The massive iron gates loomed ahead, their dark metal gleaming in the faint sunlight. They stood slightly ajar, as if beckoning us to enter. A cold shiver ran down my spine.

"They're waiting for us," Titus said, his voice grim.

"How can you be so sure?" I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the growing knot of anxiety in my stomach.

Titus's eyes flicked toward me, dark and unreadable. "Because this isn't a defensive stance. This is an invitation."

Kieran stepped forward, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. "An invitation doesn't mean it's friendly, Alpha. We could be walking straight into a setup."

"Don't you think I know that?" Titus snapped at him. He motioned for the group to move forwar for anything." He give me a quick concerned look, but didn't say anything. Stay close, and be ready

As we stepped through the gates, the eerie silence deepened. The path ahead was lined with towering trees, their branches forming a canopy that blocked out most of the light. Shadows danced across the ground, making it impossible to tell what might be hiding in the dark.

A group of people emerged from the shadows, their movements quiet and precise. They stepped forward in unison, their cold, assessing gazes stopping a few feet away from us. There was a strange tension in the air, as if they were speaking to each other without words. "We need to speak with your Alpha," Titus said, his voice calm but commanding, slicing through the heavy silence.

cautious glances, their expressions unreadable. Finally, a tall man with sharp features and piercing eyes gave a slight nod. "Follow us," he said, his tone even, though there was something unsettling about it. Without any other choice, we followed them. My

glanced at me briefly, concern flickering in his eyes, but

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air thick with an unspoken tension. At the far end of the room stood the Alpha, his broad shoulders

I

the Alpha

feel the same familiar comfort I had whenever I'm with Holt. He has been my anchor during my tough times in Alpha Gordon's house. However, my

hell is he doing here?" I murmured. What

that your ex-boyfriend, Sage?" Elara whispered but her voice was

doing here?"

suddenly felt a blazing eyes pointed at me. When I turned to my side, I saw Titus glaring at me as he switches his eyes between me and Holt. Did he hear what Elara said? Holt's presence here didn't make sense. Why was he standing next to the Alpha of the

room, breaking the tense silence. "Welcome to the Silver River Pack, Alpha Titus!" he announced, his arms spreading wide in a grand gesture of hospitality. His tone was smooth, almost theatrical,

standing beside him, suspicion etched into every line of his face. It didn't

off? But how? Holt didn't know anything about our

under Titus's accusing stare, nor did he try to explain himself

"Expecting me?" he said, his voice stea, but laced with

widening as if enjoying the tension crackling in the room. "Ah, well,

he exchanged with Holt-a look too brief for me to fully interpret but enough to stoke the unease building in my chest. Holt didn't say a word,

in good faith" he said, his

Alpha Titus. All in good time. For

suffocating, the air thick with unspoken challenges. I couldn't stop

laid out the offer, his words calm and

his face giving away nothing. The tension in the room was suffocating,

he said, his voice smooth but carrying

eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. "Then name yours," he said flatly,

widened. "I