Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 114

SAGE

1 sat in the dimly lit room where lolt rested, his chest rising and falling steadily as he lay unconscious. The healers had done their job, patching up his wounds and ensuring he was out of danger. The medicine they'd given him had knocked him out cold, but at least I could breathe a little casier knowing he'd be okay.

Despite everything that had happened, I couldn't shake the worry gnawing at me about Titus. He was an alpha, which meant he'd heal faster than most, but that didn't make him invincible. I seen his injuries after the fight-deep, brutal, and far worse than he let on. Even for someone like him, they would take time to recover.

I wanted to check on him, to make sure he wasn't pushing himself too hard, but the memory of our last argument stopped me. Would he even let me in?

Elara sat nearby, her presence comforting, but what caught me off guard was seeing Scott there too.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion. "Shouldn't you be with Titus?"

Scott shook his head, his expression grim. "He's not letting anyone treat him."

"What?" I exclaimed, disbelief and frustration bubbling up. "Is he out of his mind? I saw those wounds. He *needs* treatment!"

"We've tried, Sage," Scott replied, his voice heavy with defeat. "But he refuses to let anyone into his room."

"Stubborn bastard," I muttered under my breath, my eyes catching on a jar of ointment sitting on the nearby table. It was the same one the healers had used for Holt. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and stood.

"Sage, where are you going?" Elara called after me as I marched toward the door. "Didn't you hear Scott? He's not seeing anyone!"

I didn't answer. My mind was set.

Walking briskly down the hallway leading to Titus' room, I was just a few steps away when Anna stormed past me, her footsteps heavy with frustration. Even she hadn't been allowed in.

"See? I told you he's not seeing anyone. Elara said, following behind me, her voice laced with concern.

I stopped outside his door, my resolve wavering for a moment. Maybe I should just leave him alone, let him have the solitude he clearly wanted. But then I remembered the blood seeping through his shirt after the fight, the way his breathing had sounded strained. I couldn't just leave him like that. "Sage-" Elara tried to reason with me, but seeing the determination on my face, she threw her hands up in exasperation. "Fine, do whatever you want. You're impossible."

She was about to follow me when a frantic woman approached her. "You're a healer, right? We need your help immediately!" Before Elara could protest, the woman grabbed her arm and whisked her away, leaving me alone in front of Titus' door.

I took a deep breath, gathering every ounce of courage I had. Standing outside his room, I hesitated, my hand raised to knock. Before my knuckles even touched the wood, his deep, baritone voice rumbled from the other side.

"Go away! I said I wanted to be alone!" He growled, his tone sharp and raw.

in. His voice was strained, almost feral, like

stammered, trying to steady my

1/4

Chapter 11

open. My breath hitched as I came face-to-face with him. His dark, piercing eyes locked onto mine, the usual fire dimmed by exhaustion. Sweat dripped from his brow, and his chest heaved with labored breaths. He looked like he was barely holding himself together,

then, as if on cue, his body swayed, leaning toward me

weight was heavy, his body radiating

toward the bed, he

to lie down. Easing him onto

refusing help like a stubborn fool," I muttered, setting the ointment down on the bedside

a low, pained groan in response, his eyes fluttering shut as

state, Titus refused to show weakness. His face was pale, his breathing shallow, and every inch of him

the ointment, my hands trembling slightly. "You can call it off now," I murmured, more to myself than to him. "You don't have to pretend you're strong. Quit being

his eyes barely opening "Says the woman who doesn't know when

my worry briefly replaced by irritation. "You're unbelievable. You're lying here, one step away from passing out, and

rippled through him. "I didn't ask

ointment. "Well, someone has to take care of you, since you're too stubborn

fingers into the

eyes. "I'm not going to hurt

how his skin burned under my touch. His sharp intake of breath

jaw tightened, his eyes still shut. "It's nothing.

unspoken tension between us felt like a weight pressing on my chest as I carefully cleaned the

wound near his ribs, his voice

little boyfriend and not here?" he muttered, his voice low and rough, laced with the bitterness I'd unfortunately grown

at him, startled, and caught his intense gaze. His dark

2/4

Fri, Dec

Chapter 114

a moment, I didn't know how to respond. Then, as his words sank in, frustration bubbled up inside me. "Really?" I muttered under my breath,

pressure than necessary, and he hissed in pain. "He's fine," I said. keeping my voice steady. "Unlike you, he actually let people help him. He's

I continued, my tone sharper now. "So don't start throwing shade at me when you're the one being

slightly. "What are you doing here? I didn't ask

softly, and shook my head. "Seriously, Titus?" I said, my voice gentler now, "You can barely sit up

cold and