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!"

I refused to show weakness. If he wanted to play games, I would meet him

vibrating through me like a slow, unsettling

place with effortless

it, do you?" His voice was smooth, almost teasing, but there was something dark lurking beneath the surface. "You're

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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,

down my spine, though whether

me?" I asked, my voice quieter but no less sharp. "Why do you need me when you have your queen? Shouldn't she be the one giving you an heir? I regretted the words the moment

vanished. His gaze darkened, burning with something unreadable, something dangerous. The air between us grew thick, charged with

had struck a

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

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

left my lips as he yanked me forward, the space between us vanishing in an instant, leaving

my lips. "I hate that smart mouth of yours," he murmured, his voice low, rough, dripping with both irritation and something far more

as soon as he crashed his lips against

gentle. It wasn't soft or hesitant. It was fierce, claiming, like he was punishing me for the words I had dared

demanding.

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

stomach, a fire I didn't want to acknowledge. This was wrong. This was a mistake. And yet, trapped in his grasp, lost in the dominance of

pull of his touch. My mind screamed at me to shove him away, to fight, to do anything but let him consume me like this. And yet, my body refused to

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 hated how he 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 traitorous feeling burned beneath it-an intoxicating heat that tangled with my fury

dark eyes searching mine, daring me to deny what had just happened. His smirk returned, lazy and triumphant, as if he had

lips are swollen," he murmured, his

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