Chapter 123

SAGE

The figure that emerged from the shadows was a young woman, her presence commanding despite her petite frame. Her sharp features were accentuated by a cascade of raven-black hair that fell over her shoulders, and her piercing green eyes held a confidence that matched Titus's. She was flanked by a group of warriors, each one armed and watching us with sharp, assessing gazes.

"I'm Elise," she said, her voice steady and strong. "Daughter of Alpha Marcus. You're trespassing in Ironclaw territory."

Titus didn't flinch, his blade still at his side but his posture calm We're here to speak with your father," he said, his voice firm but not aggressive. "I'm Titus, Alpha of the Black Iron Moon Pack."

Her gaze flickered briefly to his domineering eyes, recognition sparking there, but she didn't lower her guard. "The Lycan king, am I right?" she asked.

"That's correct," Titus replied.

A couldn't miss the look in her eyes-admiration, curiosity, and, most unmistakably, desire. It didn't sit well with me, not one

bit. It's no secret that Titus's striking presence can leave anyone breathless. Women across his territory practically fall over themselves just to catch his attention. So, it didn't surprise me that the young woman standing before us was clearly captivated by him from the moment they met.

What did surprise me was how much her interest bothered me. It gnawed at me, an irritation I couldn't ignore. I already had Anna to contend with; her lingering feelings for Titus constantly come between us. And now, here was someone new-a fresh competitor vying for his attention. The worst part? I hated that I cared.

"My father doesn't meet with outsiders lightly, especially unannounced."

hands raised in a gesture of peace. "We're not here to cause trouble," he said, his tone measured. "We've traveled a long way to seek

slightly. "Important enough to risk crossing into our

met her gaze evenly. "Yes," he

nodded, a subtle motion

take you to

that we were on their territory now. The Ironclaw warriors were disciplined and

admire the way she carried herself- with the same unwavering determination I often saw in Titus. Along with that admiration is the painful thought of her being a match for Titus. If there's anyone here

giving way to a sprawling village nestled between towering cliffs. The packhouse was a massive stone structure, its walls

at the head of a long table, his presence as commanding as the stories had suggested. His broad shoulders and grizzled

eyes missed nothing as he took us

said, "the lycan king who

to them for the time being," he said

a faint, skeptical smile. "You

are consolidating his power, and every moment we wait, he tightens his grip on the kingdom. I need allies, Alpha Marcus. I need strong packs like yours to stand with me." The room fell silent as Marcus studied Titus, his expression unreadable. Finally, he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he

convincing me to risk my pack's safety for your cause isn't going to be easy. You'll have to

jaw tightening with determination.

seat beside him.

Titus. There was a flicker of curiosity in her expression, but it was

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