Betrayed by an Alpha claimed by a Lycan King (Sage and Titus) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125 

Chapter 125 

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I didn’t sleep at all last night. No matter how much I tried to push my thoughts aside, Elise’s interest in Titus kept gnawing at me. I hated that it bothered me so much, but it did. Between the two of us, she was the obvious choice. She had the grace, strength, and poise to stand beside him as Luna when he eventually reclaimed his throne. 

That was a fact, and yet… a small, foolish part of me still clung to hope. Hope that maybe there was still a chance for Titus and me, that what we once shared could somehow survive everything we’d been through. 

t who was I kidding? That hope had been shattered a long time ago. Too much had happened between us–too many wounds, too much distance. Even if we tried to move forward, I wasn’t sure we’d ever find solid ground again. Deep down, I believed we were better off without each other. And if that was true, I needed to act like it. 

A soft knock at my door startled me out of my thoughts. I sighed heavily, forcing myself to push everything down and focus. When I opened the door, I wasn’t surprised to find Elara standing there, her expression neutral but her eyes sharp as ever. 

“They’re asking everyone to gather in the main hall,” she said simply. 

I forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. “I’m ready,” I replied. 

Elara raised a brow, glancing over me with a mix of curiosity and concern. “Already? Did you even sleep? You look terrible. 

“Thanks for the compliment,” I replied dryly, brushing past her comment. “Let’s go.” I didn’t want her asking questions I wasn’t ready to answer. 

Elara shrugged, clearly sensing my mood, and turned to lead the way. I closed the door behind me and followed her down the hall, steeling myself for what was to come. 

When we entered the main hall, the air was thick with anticipation. The room was already packed–werewolves and humans alike, all eagerly awaiting the outcome of the negotiations. Two powerful alphas striking a deal was no small thing. Whatever decision was made today would ripple through all our lives. 

My eyes were drawn immediately to Titus. He stood tall and commanding at the front of the hall, positioned near the large hair that Alpha Marcus would soon occupy. His presence alone demanded attention, but it was the expression on his face that sent a shiver through me–calm, resolute, yet guarded. 

Before long, Alpha Marcus arrived, striding into the hall with the confidence of a man who held all the cards. Elise followed closely behind him, her movements graceful, her expression serene. She was every bit the picture of a Luna. 

“That didn’t take you long to come to a decision, Alpha Titus,” Marcus said smoothly, his smirk sharp and deliberate. Titus’s expression didn’t waver. “I don’t have the luxury of time, Alpha Marcus. I have people counting on me.” “I understand,” Marcus replied, gesturing for him to continue. “Please, go on. Let us hear your decision.” Titus’s crimson eyes scanned the room, briefly meeting the expectant gazes of those around him. Then, his gaze 

mine. 

found 

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. There was something in his eyes I couldn’t fully understand–an unspoken emotion that felt like a warning. My chest tightened as I realized what he was about to do. 

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“No,” I whispered under my breath, in my stomach like a heavy stone, 

ead settling 

Titus turned back to Marcus, his tone calm but resolute. “Your daughter, Elise, is a truly remarkable woman. She is beautiful, intelligent, and brave. Any alpha would be honored to have her as their Luna.” 

Total lunt. “Why do I feel a ‘but‘ coming?” 

Marcus smirked, his sharp gaze flickering with 

Titus didn’t flinch. “Despite her being the perfect Luna, I’m afraid I cannot declare her as mine.” 

The crowd stirred, murmurs rippling through the room like a restless tide. Marcus’s smirk faded, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. 

e you aware of the consequences of your decision, Alpha Titus?” Marcus asked, his voice low but laced with warning, “You 

need my help.” are not here as a courtesy. You are here because you 

Titus stood his ground, his posture unwavering. “I am perfectly aware of the stakes. And while I deeply value the support of your pack, I cannot meet your condition. The position of Luna has already been filled, and no alliance will change that.” 

The hall fell into a stunned silence, broken only by Beta Scott’s urgent voice. 

“Alpha!” Scott exclaimed, stepping forward. “You have to think this through!” 

But Titus didn’t waver. His words were firm, final, and they left no room for negotiation. My heart pounded in my chest, torn between the quiet thrill of his loyalty and the suffocating weight of the storm that was sure to follow. 

Marcus’s face darkened, the cool, calculated air around him shifting into something far more menacing. His sharp gaze bore into Titus, the weight of his authority pressing against the room like an impending storm. 

Elise, standing quietly behind her father, stiffened ever so slightly. Her serene demeanor faltered, a flicker of disappointment flashing across her features before she quickly schooled them into calm neutrality. 

“You have already filled the position of Luna,” Marcus repeated, his voice low and dangerous, as though he was giving Titus one last chance to reconsider. “Then let me ask you this, Alpha Titus. Who holds that position? Who is worth risking the survival of your pack and the future of your claim to the throne?” 

The room grew eerily silent, the murmurs from the crowd abruptly ceasing. All eyes were on Titus. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it. 

Titus met Marcus’s gaze, unflinching. “That’s not your concern, Alpha Marcus,” he replied evenly, his tone calm yet firm. Marcus’s expression tightened. He stepped closer, his imposing presence sending a ripple of unease through the room. “You stand here seeking my support, my resources, my warriors–and yet you dismiss my daughter, my terms, as though they’re beneath you?” He scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. “Do not insult me, Titus. You came to me because you have no other options. Or have you forgotten your place?” 

Titus’s jaw clenched, the tension radiating from him palpable. His eyes flared, a subtle warning to everyone in the room that he wouldn’t be cowed, even under Marcus’s sharp scrutiny. 

“I haven’t forgotten,” Titus said quietly, though his words carried the weight of his power. “But I will not compromise my principles, not even for the strength of your pack. My Luna has already been chosen, and that decision is final.” 

For a moment, I thought Marcus might explode. The muscles in his jaw worked furiously, and his fists clenched at his sides. But then he did something unexpected. He laughed. 

The sound was low and humorless, echoing in the heavy silence of the room. 

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