Chapter 115

SAGE

I had nearly emptied the bottle of healing ointment by the time finished tending to all of Titus's wounds. The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of his breathing. He had drifted into a deep sleep, his body finally succumbing to the exhaustion and pain he had been

stubbornly fighting against.

With the medicine applied and his wounds beginning to heal rapidly, I allowed myself a moment to simply look at him. His face, normally hardened with tension and anger, was soft in the stillness of slumber. The harsh lines that marked his brows were relaxed, and for once, he looked at peace. It was a rare sigh and I couldn't help but marvel at it.

Despite everything-the arguments, the walls he kept building between us-I couldn't deny how breathtaking he looked. Even in sleep, his presence was commanding, his features striking. My gaze lingered on him longer than it should have, my heart beating just a little faster. This was the only time I could truly see him like this-vulnerable, quiet, unguarded.

But the moment didn't last.

A sudden grunt escaped his lips, his face twisting as if in pain. Alarmed, I leaned closer, my eyes scanning over his body. His wounds were already starting to heal, the mixture of his lycan blood and the ointment working their miracle. Though faint scars remained, the raw, angry gashes from earlier were now closed.

So why did he seem to be in pain?

"Titus..." I called his name softly, hoping to rouse him gently. His response was a deep, guttural moan that sent a chill down my spine. I reached out instinctively to check his pulse, my fingers trembling slightly.

Before I could make contact, his eyes snapped open, dark and wild.

"Titus-"I began, but my words were cut off as his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist in an iron grip.

I gasped, my eyes widening in shock. The strength in his hold was undeniable, his touch both firm and startling. "Titus," I called out his name once again, my voice shaky but calm as I tried to ground him.

But he didn't seem to hear me. His grip tightened, and before I could react further, he pulled me forward with surprising force. My breath caught as I was yanked down, and in the next moment, I found myself pinned beneath him on the bed.

"Titus!" I exclaimed, my heart pounding wildly as his weight pressed against me. His dark eyes bore into mine, a storm of confusion and raw intensity swirling within them.

His breathing was ragged, and his muscles were taut as though he was still caught in the throes of battle. For a moment, I thought he might not recognize me, that he was still trapped in whatever nightmare his mind had conjured.

"Titus," I said again, my voice firm even though fear and confusion were swirling inside me. "What's happening to you?" His hands stayed wrapped around my wrists, strong and unyielding, but they weren't rough anymore. His intense stare stayed locked on me, deep and penetrating. It wasn't the wild look of someone in or anger-it was something else entirely, something that made my heart race for reasons I didn't want to admit.

ain

Then I saw it, the faint glow of crimson in his eyes. It burned softly, yet its meaning hit me hard, like The desire in his gaze was raw and undeniable. My breath hitched.

spark igniting

Oh no.

the way his chest heaved, and the tension in his entire body-it wasn't from

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I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. How could this be happening? A rut wasn't random-it had to be triggered. Was there a she-wolf nearby in heat? Could that

me as the realization sank in. An alpha in rut wasn't someone you could reason with. Their instincts took over, driving them to dominate, to claim. Anyone in their path became a target of that overwhelming

me in place. He leaned closer, and I could feel the heat

trying to reach the

he murmured, his voice low and sultry, dripping with a dark playfulness.

deepening as I stared up at him in disbelief. What are you talking about?" I asked, my

out, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. I barely had time to react before he buried his nose against the crook of

shock through me. "Hmmm..." he hummed, the

pull away, but his hold only tightened

there for a moment, his nose brushing lightly against my skin as if savoring the closeness. "It's intoxicating," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "Sweet

his words. "You're mistaken," I said, forcing my voice to steady even as I struggled against him. "I don't have a

filled with something dangerous, something primal. "I

can't be true. I don't have a wolf, so it's impossible for me to have a scent, much more to undergo

good. I need to get away from

Think, Sage, think!

my spine. His lips brushed along my jawline, featherlight and deliberate, igniting something dangerous deep within me. It wasn't fair how easily he unraveled me with just a touch, how his

involuntary moan slipped past my lips tempting

I can't

my jawline,

melting away the walls I desperately tried to keep up. His tongue trailed a slow, torturous path down my neck, leaving a blazing

heart pounding like a drum. For a moment, I thought he

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his lips, his crimson eyes glinting with dangerous amusement. "Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with confidence. "It seems this

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