Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 141 SAGE

"How long are you planning to keep me here?" I asked directly, my voice steadier than I felt. My heart thumped wildly as Titus closed the door behind him with a heavy "thud."

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My pulse kicked up another notch when he started peeling off his clothes without a word. First, his jacket hit the floor, followed by the slow unbuttoning of his shirt, exposing his chiseled chest and taut muscles. My breath caught but not from admiration-it was fear that gripped me like a vice

my

throat,

"W-What are you doing?" I stammered, stepping back instinctively, my voice laced with panic.

He tilted his head slightly, an amused smirk curving his lips. 'Am I not allowed to take a bath in my own room?" he asked casually, as if this situation were perfectly normal.

His words threw me off. "Your room?" I echoed in disbelief. "Where are we? And how long are you planning to keep me

here?"

He raised a brow, his smirk deepening. "Oh, come on, kitten. You just got here. Why are you so eager to leave?" His sarcasm was thick, daring me to believe I had any control over the situation. But we both knew the truth-I was his prisoner, and leaving wasn't an option. I clenched my fists. "I need to go, Titus-

Before I could finish, everything blurred. In a blink, he was in front of me, mere inches away. His hand shot out, gripping my neck with brutal precision. The sudden impact against the wall knocked the breath from my lungs,

venom. "That's how you're supposed to address me. You don't get to call me

my air. I clawed at his hand, desperate to free myself, but his grip was unyielding. My feet dangled off the ground, panic surging through me as

the edges of my

lungs. My throat throbbed, raw and

assault. Each ragged breath scraped against my raw throat,

whisper, as I fought

all the air out of the room. The cold gleam in his eyes made my stomach churn, but I held His

his lips curled into a smile that sent

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going to be my breeder. Isn't that what your auction

yell or threat. There

throat. "No," I whispered, disbelief and horror

"Oh, but you will, Sage." he said softly, the gentleness of his tone a stark contrast to the cruelty of his intentions. "You have no choice. Your bloodline is too valuable to waste, and I paid a

as I tried to ground myself. "We both know pay a single cent. Didn't you trash

his. His touch burned, not with warmth but with the icy sting of power

no idea what I've been through just to find you..." he murmured, his breath

consume me, but rage

here, I