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.

moment, no one responded. The group exchanged 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 stomach churned as we moved deeper into the territory. The silence around us felt unnatural, and the shadows from the tall trees lining the path seemed

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inside the pack's central building. It was dimly lit, the air thick with an unspoken tension. At the far

then I

the Alpha was

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 heart remains beating the same. The feeling that makes my heart beat erratically was far gone. All I see in front of me was nothing but memories of a person I

he doing here?" I murmured. What

ex-boyfriend, Sage?" Elara whispered but her voice was loud enough to hear by

is Holt doing here?"

switches his eyes between me and Holt. Did he hear

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, as

the Alpha and the man standing beside him, suspicion etched into every line of

But how? Holt didn't know

he try to explain himself If anything, he looked composed, as though he'd anticipated this

commanding presence intensifying. "Expecting me?" he said, his voice stea, but laced with sharpness.

the Silver River Pack chuckled lightly, his smile widening as if enjoying the tension crackling in the room. "Ah, well, let's just say we have our ways," he replied, his tone as smooth

to fully interpret but enough to stoke the unease building in my chest. Holt didn't say a word, his

but clenched into fists. "We came here in good faith" he said, his voice hardening. "So, let's cut the games. Why don't

his eyes gleamed with something sharper, more calculating. "Patience, Alpha

was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken

back in his massive chair, his fingers drumming lightly against the wooden armrest. His piercing gaze swept over our group as Titus laid out the offer, his words calm and calculated. An alliance against the current king. A chance to shift the balance

away nothing. The tension in the room was suffocating, each second stretching longer than

chill down my spine. "An interesting proposal, Alpha Titus," he said, his voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent

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

Alpha's smile widened. "I propose...