Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 128 SAGE

I crossed my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes at him. "Help? Since when do you help anyone without expecting something in return?" My tone was sharp, laced with suspicion.

His smirk widened, unbothered by my pointed words. "Touché, he drawled, leaning casually against the doorframe. "But let's just say I'm protecting my investment. I was a little concerned that the alpha's... attachment to you might complicate things when it came time for you to fulfill your end of our little deal. Luckily for me, it seems the pieces are aligning all on their own."

I blinked, momentarily thrown off by his brazen honesty. There wasn't an ounce of shame in his tone, only a smug satisfaction that made my stomach churn. "Why am I not surprised?" I replied, my voice bitter as I tried to keep my composure.

Kieran chuckled softly, as if my words amused him. "You really shouldn't be," he said, his gaze flickering with something unreadable. "But don't misunderstand me-I'm not here to gloat. I genuinely want to help you." "And how are you planning to help me?"

"Rather than telling, why don't I show you?" he said as he slowly took a step inside my room.

I automatically took a step back as I watched his every move. But being a skilled hunter that he is, I underestimated how quickly he moves. I frowned in confusion and annoyance when I suddenly found him in front of me, a few inches away "What the hell are you doing?" I snapped, my voice laced with irritation and confusion.

Kieran didn't answer. Instead, he stepped closer, his hands moving with lightning speed to cup my cheeks...ore I could react, he pulled me toward him, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. My brain struggled to catch up with his actions. It hit me all at once-he's kissing me.

My body froze, disbelief and outrage warring within me. My feet were glued to the floor, my hands useless at my sides as I tried to process what was happening. This man-this smug, unpredictable lunatic-had just stolen a kiss.

As reality snapped back into focus, I raised my hands, ready to shove him away with every ounce of strength I had. But just as quickly as he had kissed me, Kieran let me go, stepping back with a smirk that made my blood boil.

"What the fu-" I started, my voice trembling with fury. But before I could finish, Kieran was ripped backward by an unseen force.

looking insufferably pleased with himself. The next, he was slammed onto the floor

looming over him, his crimson eyes blazing with fury. He didn't hesitate-his fists rained down on Kieran with unrelenting power, each punch landing with a sickening thud. The raw, primal anger radiating off Titus was

But he didn't hear me, or maybe he didn't care. His focus was

shaking. "Titus, stop it!

softened just slightly when his eyes met mine. For a

hands trembled as I clutched them to my chest, my thoughts racing. How long had he been standing there? Did he see

chest heaving as he glared down at Kieran, who lay on the floor, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "If you ever touch her again," Titus growled, his voice low and venomous, "I'll make sure you don't live

like a physical force pushing back against me. His crimson eyes locked onto mine, blazing with emotions I couldn't fully decipher-anger, betrayal, something deeper that I wasn't

dripping with sarcasm. "Afraid your little boyfriend can't handle a scratch?" His words were sharp, laced with anger and disgust, each syllable cutting

not my-" I stopped myself, shaking my head. Explaining wouldn't matter.

see?" Titus continued, his voice rising. "That smug bastard putting his hands on you? Kissing you?" His fists clenched again, his

surface. "You don't know what you saw," I snapped, my voice shaking as I met his glare.

towering presence overwhelming. "Explain why you didn't push him away. Why you let him-" He

the words ready to explain everything, but they stuck in my throat the moment I caught a glimpse of Keiran. He stood off to the side, his usual knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It was like he was silently daring me, urging me to take

I squared my shoulders and spoke, letting my anger

so what if he's kissing me? You have no right

with bitterness. "I wasn't attacking him-I was protecting you. Something you clearly don't know how to do for yourself when it comes to him. anger

against his chest, fell to my sides, trembling with disbelief. My voice shook, but I forced it to steady. "You don't get to stand there and judge me, Titus," I said, my tone low but razor-edged. "You have no