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

"Do what? Keep my end of the deal? Oh, but

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wanted to scream 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. He thrived

yanked me forward again, this time with enough force to make me

he only waved me off, his smirk never faltering. "Enjoy your stay, little lady," he said, his voice dripping with

the devil, and now I was paying the price.I

cracked 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 was pounding in my chest as I tried to mentally prepare myself for whatever

me that there was no escape. With a sharp click, the lock disengaged,

argument.

open,

space. To my surprise, it wasn't the cold, dingy cell I had expected. The room was small, barely big

bed with a plain white sheet and a thin, slightly worn blanket folded neatly at the foot. A single pillow sat at the head, its faded cover giving away its age. There was a small nightstand beside the bed, empty

side, a tiny bathroom was visible through an open doorway. It had just the basics: a toilet, a sink, and a small shower/ with a flimsy curtain hanging from a metal rod. Everything was old and a little worn, but compared to what I'd seen earlier, it felt almost luxurious. I turned back toward the man,

shrugged, clearly uninterested in offering explanations. "Boss's orders. Said you're special. Got to

the gut, and I had to

He stepped back, the door creaking again as he prepared to close it. "Stay put and don't try anything

door slammed shut, the sound reverberating through the small space. I heard the click of the lock sliding back

the edge of the bed, my legs feeling like jelly. The room might have been decent by comparison, but it was still a prison,

the far wall. It was covered with thick iron bars, and beyond it, I could see only darkness. Any hope

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myself, I tried to steady my breathing I had made a deal with Kieran, knowing it would lead me into dangereus territory. But this, this was far worse than I had

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

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

dark, chaotic world. She seemed

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

the hesitation in my

the basin down on the small table near the bed. "Oh, no," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "I insist. Please,

She seemed genuine, her kindness unforced, but in a place like this, that felt impossible.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," she said with a sweet