Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Chapter SAGE

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Truth be told, it didn't take long before I started to feel hot. I can already feel my sweat running down my cheeks, but I have no other choice. I'd rather sleep drenched in sweat than to remove my robe.

His room was unusually hot. It's not yet summer, so there's no reason for the temperature to be this high. And even if it's summer, I'm sure the maids will make sure the His Majesty's room will be at the right temperature. Something isn't right here.

I can still hear him typing on his computer. I jolted up from the bed and eyed him suspiciously. He didn't bother lifting his eyes away from the computer, but I know that he noticed me glaring at him.

I was taken aback when I realized that he wasn't wearing his shirt. I gulped when my eyes slowly traveled down the hem of the blanket, covering his lower part. It wasn't my intention to stare, but my throat suddenly felt dry as my mind raced with every possibility of what's underneath the blanket.

I cleared my throat, trying to dispel the heat rising inside me and push away those sinful thoughts swirling in my head.

Focus! I told myself. This is just a bed, and he's just a man!

Easier said than done, especially when every look and every word from him felt like a brush of fire against my skin. Desperate for some relief, I blurted out, "Would you mind opening the window?"

His response came quicker than I expected, his tone smooth yet firm. "Yes, I do mind. It's quite chilly outside."

I blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Of all the things I thought he'd say, that wasn't one of them. "Chilly?" I frowned, glancing at the window as if to check for myself. Then it hit me. Yes, it's not even summer yet, so there's no way that this temperature inside his room was normal. I don't want to assume anything, but it raises suspicion within me. I feel like he was making this room hot intentionally. "Exactly. So, I wonder why it's so hot in here?" I shot back, eyeing him with suspicion. What was he playing at? He just shrugged, as if the answer was the most natural thing in the world. "I like it hot."

There was no mistaking the playful

I undercurrent in his voice. He wasn't talking about the temperature at all. I could feel the flush creeping up my neck again, the air between us thickening with unspoken tension. He knew exactly what he was doing. I bit my lip, resisting the urge to groan in frustration. Of course he likes it hot, I thought, stealing a glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He was lying there, looking entirely too comfortable, one arm draped casually behind his head, his gaze resting lazily on me like a predator that knew its prey was cornered. "Well," I huffed, tightening my grip on the blanket as if it were my only defense against the rising tension in the room, "some of us don't."

His lips curled into that familiar, dangerous smirk. His gaze traveled lazily over me, like a predator sizing up its prey, before he spoke in that deep, velvety voice of his. "You could always take off your robe, kitten."

My pulse quickened, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as his meaning became clear. Is that what he's after? 1 thought, heat creeping up my neck. He wanted me to strip down, to shed this robe like it was some barrier keeping him from whatever it was he desired. The idea of giving him that satisfaction made something in me bristle.

Not a chance, I thought, my mind racing. There was no way I was going to play into his hands. Not when I knew exactly where that road led, and not when I was wearing a nightgown so sheer it might as well not exist. If I took off this robe, I'd be practically handing myself to him on a silver platter, and I wasn't about to give him that power. Not tonight. 09:02 Tue, Sep 24 GB

"No, thanks," I replied c**lly, my voice firmer than I felt.

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The silence between us stretched for a moment, thick with the unspoken challenge hanging in the air. I could feel him watching me, his gaze like a weight on my skin, but I didn't budge. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me falter.

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"Suit yourself," he finally murmured, his voice laced with amusement. I could hear the smirk in his words, the knowing edge to his tone that made my blood simmer with frustration. He didn't have to say anything more to let me know he was enjoying this.

I shifted beneath the blanket, tightening it around myself like a protective cocoon, but the heat in the room wasn't just from the temperature anymore.

"I'll pass on your suggestions," I added after a moment, keeping my voice as nonchalant as I could, though I could feel the heat still lingering in my cheeks.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him shift, leaning back against the pillows, his smirk still firmly in place. "You're stubborn," he mused, almost to himself; as though my resistance only intrigued him more.

"And you're relentless," I shot back, refusing to let him get under my skin any more than he already had. But his chuckle, soft and deep, told me that he knew he was already halfway there.

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s the silence stretched between us, the tension in the room thickened. I kept my eyes fixed on the far wall, determined not to let him affect me any more than he already had. But I could still feel his gaze on me, heavy and unyielding, as if he was waiting for something- waiting for me to break. Suddenly, without warning, a new sensation washed over me. A spark of heat ignited deep within, pulsing with a rhythm that wasn't my own. My breath hitched, and my eyes widened in shock as I realized what was happening. he wouldn't...

My pulse quickened as the warmth spread through my body, low and intense, as though someone had lit a flame beneath my skin. I felt it deep in my core, the sensation unmistakably intimate, and it didn't take long for me to realize what's going

on.

"Titus," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. I whipped my head toward him, and sure enough, he was watching me, a dark predatory glint in his eyes. He didn't need to touch me directly he was using our mind link, pushing every sensation he was feeling into me, letting me experience the pleasure he was giving himself. "Do you

feel that, kitten?" His voice slid into my mind, smooth and taunting. His lips didn't move, but his words reverberated inside my head, making it impossible to ignore what was happening.

I clenched the blanket tighter around myself, fighting to regain control, but the sensations were overwhelming. I felt everything he was doing-the slow build of pleasure as his hand moved over his own body. It was maddening, a tether pulling me into the storm of his desire. "I demanded, even I could the tremor in unsteadiness that betrayed wasn't to me, to the sensations he feeding through link.

He chuckled softly, the sound a low rumble in my mind. "I don't think you really want me to stop." His words were like a caress, brushing against my thoughts as the pleasure intensified. It was like being caught in a tidal wave, dragged under by

the f force of it. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the way my body was responding, but it was no use. Every touch, every movement he made, I felt as though his hands were on me instead. My heart raced, and a flush crept up my neck, my breathing becoming shallow as I fought to keep control. 09:02 Tue, Sep 24 GB

"Titus," I breathed again, this time more pleading, but he only smirked, clearly relishing the power he had over me.

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"Do you like how this feels, Sage?" he murmured, his voice echoing in my head, dripping with wicked satisfaction. He was toying with me, using our connection to break down every wall I'd built.

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"You're-" I tried to speak, to form a coherent thought, but the pleasure surged again, stealing the words from my lips. My body felt hot, hypersensitive to every ripple of sensation he sent through me. t was unfair, impossible to fight, and he knew

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"Tell me what you want, kitten," his voice purred, almost soothing yet laced with an undeniable hunger. "Just say the word, and I'll be on your feet, worshipping you."

My body betrayed me, a soft moan escaping my lips as the pleasure he was feeling spread deeper into me. Every nerve was alight, and it took everything I had to hold onto the last thread of control.

But Titus wasn't letting up. He was relentless, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, and I hated how good it felt and how easily he could affect me without even laying a finger on me.

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