Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 142

SAGE

Think, Sage, think!

My mind raced as I paced the room, desperate to come up with a plan. The soft splash of water from the bathroom sent jolts of panic through me. Each sound reminded me that time was running out. He wouldn’t be in there forever, and when he came out, I had no idea what would happen next.

My eyes darted to the windows–sealed shut, reinforced with steel bars that glinted mockingly in the daylight. I tested the hinges on the heavy wooden door, but it was locked tight, the handle cold and unyielding beneath my grip.

Frustration gnawed at me, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I scanned every inch of the lavish room. Ornate furniture, thick silk curtains, polished floors–everything screamed opulence but offered no help in my quest for freedom.

I tugged at the curtains, hoping for some hidden latch or weak point in the glass, but found nothing. My hands trembled as I searched the room once more, knowing I was wasting precious time.

The water stopped.

I froze, my heart thundering in my chest. The silence from the bathroom was deafening, signaling that he was almost done. My pulse quickened as dread curled in my stomach.

No, no, I need more time!

But it was useless. No matter how hard I tried, there was no way out. My fingers curled into fists at my mingling with fear.

The door to the bathroom creaked open.

sides, frustration

I spun around, my breath catching as Titus stepped out, steam swirling around him like some dark, commanding force. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and water droplets glistened on his bare chest, highlighting every defined muscle. A towel hung loosely around his hips, but his piercing gaze was fixed solely on me.

“Looking for something, kitten?” he drawled, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand tall despite the trembling in my legs. “Just… admiring the room.”

His smirk widened as he stepped closer, the tension in the air thick enough to choke me. “Liar.”

with that unhurried confidence of someone who knew he held all the power in the room – because he did. My legs weakened as his scent drifted toward me, fresh from the shower, rich and masculine, stirring something inside

in the light before trickling down his temple and along the ridges of his chiseled chest. My throat went painfully dry as I found myself tracking the path of those droplets, each one a reminder of just how dangerously magnetic

undertone that made my skin prickle.

to put a space between us but the back of my legs were caught

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slamming against

is, indeed, I am. And what are you going to do about it?” he

find some comeback, but I couldn’t find any. “I’ll do everything I

something far more dangerous. For a brief moment, I regretted my defiance, but I refused to

his voice soft but laced with a threat that made my pulse spike. But

defiance as though both were entertainment for him. But I couldn’t

man enough to handle it,” I taunted him, hoping my words can somehow bruised

murmured, stepping even closer, “you have no idea what I’m capable of.”

might do to me

with tension. His presence loomed over me, dangerous and intoxicating, and I hated that a part

shoulders, determined to stand my ground. “How long are you going to keep me here?” My voice wavered

his head, his expression unreadable, though his eyes gleamed with a mixture of

sheer finality of his words made my chest tighten. “I can’t stay here. I need to go back,” I insisted,

in my throat. Too late, I realized I had opened a door I wasn’t ready to walk through. My stomach twisted as his intense stare pinned me in place, waiting for an answer I wasn’t sure I

I tried to navigate the minefield

“You are hiding something.” His tone was deceptively calm, but

talking about,”

truth buried beneath. “Why do I find it hard to believe, huh?” he commented, his tone

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to stay here. Why don’t you get it? I left because I

spine. “Yet your body still reacts to my touch he whispered as his hand moved inside my skin before he slowly ran his hand against my leg, it didn’t take long before his hand settled in between my thighs, inches away from the center of my femininity.

sudden contact, my skin prickling under the weight of his touch. Every nerve in my body screamed to resist, but my limbs betrayed me, trembling under the sheer intensity of his presence. I hated myself for reacting, despising the heat

my skin with deliberate slowness. The air thickened, charged with a dangerous mixture

breath warm against my ear. “Your body doesn’t lie as easily as