Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Chapter 133

SAGE

I was trying to figure out a way to escape when a sudden, loud bang shattered the silence of the room. My heart leapt into my throat, and even the old woman helping me jumped at the sound. The door slammed open, hitting the wall with force, and when I looked up, Kieran was standing there, walking in with the confidence of someone who thought he owned everything in sight.

His cold, calculating eyes locked onto me immediately. "Hurry up and finish getting her ready," he snapped, his voice sharp and commanding. "We don't have as much time as I thought."

The old woman froze, her head lowered as her trembling hands continued to fiddle with the basin of water. My stomach twisted into knots, fear spreading through me like wildfire. Kieran's gaze stayed fixed on me, and his smirk grew wider, crueler, as if he was enjoying my discomfort.

"Looks like your mate is more stubborn than I expected," Kieran said, his tone mocking and full of amusement. "Even after the little show we put on for him, he's still sniffing around. Like a dog who refuses to let go of a bone."

I hate how Titus was so stubborn. He should be focusing on winning back the throne rather than finding me. That man really can't take a hint.

Kieran furned to the old woman, his expression hard and commanding. "We're moving the bidding up," he said firmly. "It starts now. We need to get this over with before anything... unexpected happens."

The old woman nodded quickly, her hands shaking as she clutched the cloth. "Yes, of course," she murmured softly, barely able to meet his eyes. But for a split second, she glanced at me, and in her gaze, I saw a silent message: Be ready. Kieran turned back to me, his smirk fading into a cold, threatening expression. "Don't get any ideas, Sage," he said in a low, menacing voice. "You're mine to sell, and there's nothing your precious mate can do to stop it."

I clenched my fists tightly, meeting.his gaze even though fear clawed at me from the inside. I refused to show him any weakness. If I did, he'd pounce on it, and I couldn't afford that. I forced a shaky breath and held my ground, my mind racing. My escape was now a battle against time.

Kieran left the room, the door slamming shut behind him with an echo that made my heart jump. The old woman's hand found mine and gave it a firm squeeze. "We don't have much time to plan. Do what you have to do, and let's pray that the moon goddess is looking upon you, child."

I nodded, my chest tight with fear and determination. I couldn't afford to freeze now. Not when my child's life and mine depended on it.

No matter what it took, I was going to escape this nightmare.

The plan was simple but dangerously fragile. It was based entirely on timing, luck, and the bravery of one old woman whose name I still didn't know. The bidding was the only moment the guards would be distracted, their attention fixed on the stage and the chaos of the crowd. It would also be the only time my door would be unlocked.

1 sat on the edge of the small bed, the weight of the plan pressing heavily on my chest. The old woman stood by the door, her calm demeanor hiding the risk she was about to take.

"As soon as you step on that stage, I'll find a way to turn off the lights. When the blackout happens, you'll have exactly five minutes-maybe less," the old woman whispered, her voice low but firm. There was an urgency in her tone that made my heart race even faster. "The darkness won't last long, but it should give you just enough time to escape. Do you remember

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the path Field you?-i

didn't make the thought hallway, past the storage rooms, then take the second staircase

every twist, turn, and step of the route carrying it out any less terrifying. "I go down the left

shoulder. "And remember, keep your head down, move quickly, and don't stop

like a heavy stone. If I were caught, there wouldn't be another chance. The thought

whispered, my voice barely audible as emotion choked me. Gratitude, fear, and desperation all swirled

over those who are pure of heart," she said softly, her voice full of quiet conviction. "You and your

fear threatening to pull me under. I didn't just have myself to fight for now-I had my child. For them,

dropping to barely a whisper. "They'll call

disappeared into the hallway. I was left alone with the heavy silence, my thoughts, and the relentless pounding of my heart. The

myself to calm down. I couldn't let fear take over. Not now.

Two large, heavily tattooed men stepped inside, their intimidating presence

of them grunted, his voice rough

The old woman's whispered

on me. "Let's go. Don't make this harder than

like they might give out beneath me, but I forced myself to move. One step, then another. I kept my head down, doing everything I could to hide the fear

feel even more impossible. Still, I clung to the hope the old woman had given me. This was part of

dimly lit, and the air felt suffocatingly heavy. Every step toward the auction room brought me closer to the unknown, but also

finally reached the bidding room, and the

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recking of despair. But in here, it was as

been filthy, chaotic, and her world entirely, completely

at swirled together, making it hard to breathe. The people gathered here were dressed in elegant, tailored clothes, their worth on full display. Their faces were hidden

forward, I could feel the stares of the

lit space and pinning me in place. I squinted against the light, barely able to make out the rows of masked figures seated

relentless beam, as a man dressed in a crisp black suit and a feathered mask stepped up beside me. His voice boomed through the

He gestured toward me with a dramatic flourish, as though I were some rare artifact. "A

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