Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter 146 Chapter 146 SAGE

I barged into His Majesty's breakfast hall the next morning. All eyes were on me as I walked through the door.

Titus' eyes were glued on me as he watched me with amusement as if he was excited to know what I'm about to say.

"I need to go out. I need to buy some personal stuff," I said without introduction.

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He squinted his eyes as I waited for his response. I stand still, trying my best to be bothered by his

mesmerizing blue eyes. After a couple of minutes, he pulled his eyes back to his plate and continued eating.

"Please tell me, dear kitten. You're not a guest here, so why would I do that again?" He asked without bothering to look at me.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, and I tried to control the fury burning inside me. "You said I'm not a prisoner. Now, you're telling me I'm not a guest. So, what am I then?" I challenged him.

He smirked as he lifted his icy blue eyes and looked at me intently. "My breeder, my bedwarmer, my slave," he replied casually.

My blood boils upon hearing that. I wanted to shout at him and curse him, but I needed to control myself. I need to get his trust so I will be able to get out of this place even just for a while.

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from saying anything that would make the situation worse. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself down. But as soon as I open my eyes, I meet his icy blue eyes looking at me intently, and before I know it, he grabs my hand and pulls me on his lap.

I was too stunned to speak as I felt his growing bulge against my butt. My eyes widened in shock as I glared at him in disbelief. I felt embarrassed knowing there were a lot of people watching us right now, but to my surprise, I found the room already empty.

When did everybody leave?

I haven't recovered from my surprise when he tilted my chin towards him. "Eyes on me, kitten," he said. "Now, where are we?" he said, continuing our conversation. "Oh, yeah. About you warming my bed," he added.

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"Fine!" I snapped, lifting my chin defiantly. "Why don't we do it now and get it over with? That's all you want, right? Then let's do it so I can leave already!"

but I refused to show weakness. If he wanted to

through me like a

me in place

voice was smooth, almost teasing, but there was something dark lurking beneath the surface. "You're

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closer, his breath warm against my ear. "So, do pray that our first child is a boy. But even if it's a girl, he paused, his lips curving

my spine, though whether from

asked, my voice quieter but no less sharp. "Why do you need me when

His gaze darkened, burning with something unreadable, something dangerous. The air between

had struck a

silence stretching long and heavy, pressing down on my chest like a weight I couldn't shake. Titus didn't speak, but he didn't have to. I could see it in the way his fingers curled into fists, his body growing rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly it

eyes locked onto mine, burning with something raw and unspoken. Fury. Frustration. Desire. A storm of emotions that

left my lips as he yanked me forward, the

that smart mouth of yours," he murmured, his

gasped as soon as he

punishing me for the words I had dared to say. His lips crashed against mine

demanding.

at me to push him away, to fight, to resist-but my body betrayed me, melting under the intensity of his touch. His grip tightened at my nape, holding me captive as if daring

was wrong. This was a mistake. And yet, trapped in his grasp, lost in the dominance of his kiss, I couldn't find the strength to

resistance against the undeniable pull of his touch. My mind screamed at me to shove him away, to fight, to do anything but let him consume

with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine, his fingers tightening against my nape, holding me in place. The heat between us was unbearable, scorching every ounce of air in the room. My hands shot up, ready to push him back, but instead, they fisted in the fabric of his shirt, gripping tightly as if I needed something to

was playing with my life, controlling my fate like I was nothing but a piece on his chessboard. But even as anger fueled me, another

to deny what had just happened. His smirk returned, lazy and triumphant, as if

he murmured, his voice

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