Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 115

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.

igniting a

Oh no.

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

was in a

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wasn't random-it had to be triggered. Was there a she-wolf nearby in heat? Could that explain this? And

reason with. Their instincts took over, driving them to dominate, to claim. Anyone in their path became a target of that overwhelming

trying to move, but his grip tightened, holding me in place. He leaned closer, and I

my voice softer but firm, trying to reach the part of him still in control. "Let me

stomach twist. "I'm sorry, kitten," he murmured, his voice low and sultry, dripping with a dark playfulness. "But I can't do that. This is your fault... so

my frown deepening as I stared up at him in disbelief. What

another word out, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. I barely had time to react before he buried his

jolt of shock through me.

I gasped, trying to pull away, but his hold only tightened

his nose brushing lightly against my skin as if savoring the closeness.

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

chest. "Oh, kitten," he said, his tone teasing yet filled with something dangerous, something primal. "I can smell you from a mile away. And your body

I don't have a wolf, so it's impossible for me to have a scent, much more to undergo in

I need to get

Think, Sage, think!

down 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

moan slipped past my lips

I can't let

flicked against my jawline, hot and wet,

torturous path down my neck, leaving a blazing heat in its wake. My breath hitched as he paused at the curve of my shoulder, his warm lips

my heart pounding like a drum. For a moment, I thought he was looking at nte-really looking at me-but then

wasn't looking at my face. He was

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

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