Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 131 Chapter 131 SAGE

It was already dark when Kieran and I arrived at the place, a creepy building surrounded by shadows. The air felt heavy as I stepped out of the car, and even though it was humid, a cold shiver ran down my spine. My uneasiness grew when I noticed Kieran's usual playful grin had turned into something serious and calculating.

The entrance was just a small, rusty door, almost hidden in the grimy, graffiti-covered walls. Kieran knocked twice, and a tiny panel in the door slid open, revealing a pair of cold, suspicious eyes. They spoke briefly in low voices before the door creaked open, and an awful smell hit me.

Rotting garbage. Sweat. Something metallic and sour that made my stomach twist.

I wanted to ask where we were, but the tense look on Kieran's face kept me quiet. We started down a crumbling set of stairs, and the air grew even heavier. Faint voices and muffled sobs echoed through the dim hallway, making my skin crawl with fear.

We entered a huge underground room that felt like it went on forever. Flickering yellow lights barely lit the space, casting strange shadows on the cracked concrete walls. On one side of the room, rusted cages held people crammed together. They looked terrified, their faces pale, their eyes empty. Chains rattled as they moved slightly, the sound scraping at my nerves.

The smell here was unbearable-a mix of filth, sweat, and despair. The floor was filthy, covered in grime and dirt, with smears of dried blood on the walls that hinted at past struggles.

Kieran barely spared me a glance as he spoke to a large, intimidating man covered in tattoos. His voice was flat and devoid of any emotion, the tone of someone used to issuing commands and having them followed. "She's a high commodity," he said, his words sharp and deliberate. "Handle her with care. No bruises, no scratches, nothing. If anything happens to her, it'll be your head."

The tattooed man gave a firm nod, his expression serious as he stepped closer. His rough hand clamped around my arm, the grip firm but not painful. Yet.

"Wait!" I blurted, panic bubbling to the surface as I tried to yank my arm free. "Where are they taking me?"

The man ignored me, but Kieran didn't. He turned back, his lips curling into that infuriatingly smug smirk that I had come to despise. "To your room, little lady," he said, his tone almost mocking. "I can't very well toss you in with the rest of the filthy slaves, can I? You're one of my most prized possessions. I need to make sure you're in pristine condition."

I froze, his words hitting me like a slap. Prized possession? A bitter taste filled my mouth, but I forced myself to meet his gaze, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. "I'm not some object you can own, Kieran."

His smirk only deepened, his eyes gleaming with something that made my skin crawl. "Oh, Sage," he said, his tone dripping with condescension, "you knew exactly what you were getting into when you made that deal with me. Don't act so surprised- now."

And there it was, the reminder of the pact I had made with him. The blood pact. The one I'd entered into with eyes wide open, knowing the risks but thinking I could handle them. I had told myself it was a necessary gamble, a means to an end. But standing here now, with his words cutting into me like a blade, I couldn't stop the flicker of doubt from creeping in.

Before I could respond, the tattooed man gave a sharp tug on my arm, pulling me forward. "Let's go," he grunted, his voice deep and gravelly.

I dug my heels into the ground, twisting to face Kieran one last time. "You don't have to do this," I said, my voice steadier

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than I felt.

Go

end of the deal? Oh, but I do,

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at him, to claw at the smug look on his face, but I knew it would do no good. Kieran wasn't the type to be swayed by anger or desperation.

with enough force to make

me off, his smirk never faltering. "Enjoy your stay, little lady," he

I had made a deal with the devil, and now I was paying the price.I shot one last glare at Kieran, but he had already turned away, his

concrete floor with each step. The air smelled faintly of mildew, but it was a welcome reprieve from the overwhelming stench of the main chamber. My heart

in front of a rusted metal door. The man pulled out a jangling set of keys, his movements deliberate and unhurried as if to remind me that there was no escape. With a sharp

argument.

open,

scanning the space. To my surprise, it wasn't the cold, dingy cell I had expected. The room was small, barely big enough to fit its sparse furnishings, but it was clean and

at the head, its faded cover giving away its age. There was a small nightstand beside the bed, empty

metal rod. Everything was old and a little worn, but compared to what I'd

"Boss's orders. Said you're special. Got to keep you in good shape for

a punch to the gut, and I had to fight to keep my

stepped back, the door creaking again as he prepared to close it.

sound reverberating through the small space.

legs feeling like jelly. The room might have been decent by comparison, but it was still a prison, A cage. And I was

covered with thick iron bars, and beyond it, I could see only

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I tried to steady my breathing I had made a deal with Kieran, knowing it would lead me into dangereus territory.

when a soft knock echoed from the metal door. I froze, unsure if ! should respond. Before I could decide, the door

basin of water in her hands. Her gentle smile softened the harsh lines of her weathered face, and her movements were deliberate, as if she was

She seemed so out of place, her warmth a stark contrast to

She asked softly, her voice soothing and light, like a breeze on a stifling day. "I'm sorry to interrupt. I just came to prepare

the hesitation in my voice

gave a small, understanding laugh as she set the basin down on the small table near the bed. "Oh, no," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "I insist. Please, let me

for a moment, trying to read between the lines. She seemed genuine, her kindness unforced, but in a place like this, that felt

"I'm afraid I can't