Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 124

SAGE

"Simple, make my daughter your new Luna."

The room fell silent, the weight of his suggestion settling like a heavy stone between us. My breath caught in my throat as my mind scrambled to process what he'd just said.

Titus' eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable as he studied Marcus. "You're suggesting an alliance through marriage?" Marcus shrugged, his gaze unwavering. "It's a time-

honored tradition among alphas, and it would solidify our loyalty to your cause. Since your dethronement, all the tributes were sent back to their packs, nullifying your marriage with them. My daughter, Elise, is strong and capable. She'd make a fine Luna. And both of you w My stomach churned uneasily, a tight knot forming as I glanced at Elise. Her face was calm and composed, but the spark in her eyes as she looked at Titus told a different story- interest, curiosity, maybe even hope. It was a look I couldn't ignore, no matter how much I tried.

Titus didn't respond right away. Instead, he sat there, silent and tense, his jaw tightening as he weighed Marcus's proposal. The room grew heavy with the tension, the air thick and suffocating as everyone waited for his answer.

I held my breath, my pulse quickening. Part of me wanted him to refuse immediately, to shut down the ridiculous suggestion outright. But before Titus could say a single word, someone else's voice cut through the silence like a blade.

"Alpha Titus can't take her as his Luna," Anna announced, her voice strong and clear, carrying the kind of confidence that demanded attention. "That position has already been filled."

All eyes turned to her, including mine. My chest tightened, a whirlwind of emotions rushing through me at once. Relief, because someone had finally objected

to this absurd idea. And yet... a sharp sting followed her words, a painful reminder of my own uncertain place in Titus's life.

Anna's declaration sent a ripple through the room. Marcus's expression darkened slightly, and Elise's calm demeanor faltered just enough to reveal a flicker of disappointment.

But my attention remained on Titus. His crimson eyes flicked briefly to Anna, then back to Marcus. His face was unreadable, but his silence was deafening.

I swallowed hard, trying to

ady the storm of feelings threatening to overwhelm me.

Marcus leaned forward, his piercing gaze shifting from Anna to Titus. "Is that true, Alpha Titus? Has the position of Luna already been claimed?"

pressing down on me as if I were the one being interrogated. My breath caught as I waited

steady as he met Marcus's gaze. His voice, calm yet resolute, broke through the tension in the room. "I will not reduce it to a mere bargaining chip, no matter the

air,

a step forward, her wide eyes fixed on Titus. "Why don't you just

head slightly toward Scott, his expression unyielding. "Beta Scott, escort Anna out of the

gaze flicking between Anna and Titus, but his loyalty

pull away, her eyes

was firm, and with case, he led her out of the room. Her protests echoed down the hallway, but

atmosphere in the room grew heavier, the remaining tension palpable. All eyes turned back to Titus, whose calm

Marcus," he said smoothly, his voice carrying an air of control. "Now, shall

"My condition remains unchanged, Alpha Titus," he said,

gripped the back

flicker of hope in her eyes betrayed her calm exterior. She sat with her hands folded

in place, my heart thudding painfully against my ribs. Each word, each glance exchanged between them, felt like an invisible weight pressing down on me. I wanted to say something, to step

but my voice caught in my

gaze flicked briefly

Marcus," he said, his tone firm. "But I will need time to consider your terms. The alliance we're discussing affects not

smile widened, a glint of sly satisfaction gleaming in his sharp eyes. "Of course, Alpha Titus," he said smoothly, "Take all the time you need. My daughter and

could change the course of everything, he turned toward Elise, his tone shifting to something softer but no less deliberate. "Elise, my dear," he said, his words almost dripping with calculated rooms? Perhaps some time in

don't you be a doll and

help him better consider

of determination flashing in her eyes. "Of course, father,"

inclined his head slightly. He didn't argue, didn't object, but his eyes flickered with something unreadable before he turned

taste in my mouth. As Elise rose

tone smooth and confident as she gestured

moved without

the subtle clenching of