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,

low, each word dripping with venom. "That's how you're supposed to

clawed at his hand, desperate to free myself, but his grip was unyielding.

darkness creeping at the edges of my sight. Just when I thought I would slip into unconsciousness, he released me with a sudden

into my lungs. My throat throbbed, raw and bruised,

forced myself to sit up, my entire body trembling from the aftermath of his assault. Each ragged breath scraped against my raw throat, but

barely above a whisper, as I fought to steady it. "What are you planning to do with

air out of the room. The cold gleam in his eyes made my stomach churn, but I held His gaze, refusing to cower even though fear coiled tightly in my chest. "What else would it be?" he said, his voice disturbingly calm, each word deliberate. "I have every plan of getting my money's

down my spine as his lips curled

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my breeder. Isn't that what

or threat. There was no need for theatrics when the words

wave of nausea rising in my throat. "No," I whispered,

of his tone a stark contrast to the cruelty of his intentions. "You have no choice. Your bloodline is too valuable to

shook my head, my nails digging into the plush carpet beneath me as I tried to ground myself.

a brutal tenderness tilting my face toward his. His touch burned, not with warmth but with the

idea what I've been through just to find you..." he murmured, his breath brushing against

to consume me, but

I