Betrayed by an Alpha claimed by a Lycan King (Sage and Titus) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151 

Chapter 151 

SAGE 

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I woke up with throbbing pain all over my body. When I opened my eyes, it was the familiar ceiling of my room back at Titus‘ place that greeted me. I blew a loud sigh of defeat when I realized that I failed to plan to look for my kids. 

As I was about to get up from my bed, the door suddenly opened. Then there comes Pantene holding a tray. 

“I–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disrupt your sleep, my lady,” she said. But I noticed her pale lips and her discomfort. 

“It’s fine,” I replied. “Are you okay?” I asked. 

She gave me a weak smile before she nodded. “Yes, my lady.” 

But I had a feeling that she’s not being truthful. I walked towards her and gently reached her arm but she flinched as soon as my hand touched her arm. 

She wrapped her arms around her as if trying to protect herself. “I–I brought your breakfast, my lady. I’ll take my leave. Please call me when you need anything,” she said as she dodged me. 

But I didn’t let her leave. I abruptly grabbed her arm, and she immediately hissed in pain. I pulled her sleeve up, and I gasped in horror when I saw the bruises on her wrist as if she was tied tightly. 

“What happened to your arm?” I asked worriedly. 

“It’s nothing, my lady. I’m totally fine,” she insisted. 

“Fine? You call this fine? Who did this to you? Tell me!” 

She lowered her eyes when tears threatened to roll down her face. “I–It’s His Majesty, my lady,” she finally answered. 

Pantene shook her head, her eyes filled with worry. “Please, my lady, don’t make him angrier. He was already furious when he found out you left. If you go against him now, it will only make things worse.” 

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The unfairness of it all burned inside me. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t fair. 

“No. I need to make this right,” I insisted. 

Pantene’s eyes widened in alarm as I took a step toward the door, my body rigid with purpose. I couldn’t just stand by while others paid the price for my choices. If Titus wanted someone to punish, it should be me–not them. 

I went straight to Titus‘ room, where he usually has his breakfast. I shoved the heavy doors open, the loud bang echoing through the room. My heart pounded furiously in my chest, but I didn’t care. Pain burned through my leg with every step, but I refused to let it slow me down. 

Titus sat at the long dining table, leisurely having his breakfast as if nothing was wrong. A golden goblet sat beside him, the rich aroma of roasted meat and fresh bread filling the air. His expression was calm, composed–completely unbothered. 

The sight of him, so relaxed while others suffered because of me, made my blood boil. 

“You don’t have to do that!” I hissed, marching toward him. “How could you punish them for something I did?” 

He didn’t even look up right away. Instead, he took another slow bite of his food, chewing as if savoring the taste. Only then did he lift his gaze to me, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. 

“Good morning to you too, my lady,” he drawled, dabbing his lips with a napkin. “I see you’ve finally recovered 

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Chapter 151 

I slammed my hands down on the table, making the plates rattle. “Why do you have to do that? They did nothing wrong!” My voice shook with fury. “You had no right-!” 

He let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair as he eyed me with lazy amusement. “No right?” he repeated, as if the very idea was absurd to him. “They failed to do their job properly, my lady. You should be grateful I didn’t have them executed for their incompetence.” 

I flinched at his words, disgust and anger twisting inside me. “They are doing their job. If there’s someone here at fault, it should have been me!” 

His jaw tightened for a brief moment, but he masked it quickly, his smirk returning. “You should have thought of that before you tried to escape, my lady. Everything has consequences.” 

My hands trembled, my nails digging into the wood of the table. “You’re a monster,” I whispered under my breath, but he still managed to hear it. 

Titus studied me for a long moment, his golden eyes darkening. Then, slowly, he stood, the chair scraping against the marble floor. 

He rounded the table, closing the distance between us. I wanted to stand my ground, but my body instinctively tensed as he 

came closer. 

He reached out, his fingers lightly grazing my cheek before trailing down my neck. “Oh, kitten,” he murmured, voice dangerously soft. “You’ve called me far worse than that.” 

My breath hitched as he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. 

“And punishing you,” he whispered, “is exactly what I plan to do.” 

As soon as Titus left the room, the weight of his presence lingered like a suffocating shadow. My legs trembled beneath me, and before I knew it, they gave out. I barely managed to grab onto the edge of the table, my fingers clutching the polished wood for support. My chest rose and fell in deep, shaky breaths, trying to steady myself, trying to push away the lingering sensation of his touch, his voice, his cruel amusement. 

I had to leave. I needed to get out of this room before my resolve crumbled any further. Forcing my body to move, I turned toward the door, ready to escape. But just as I took a step forward, the door suddenly burst open with a loud bang. 

My breath caught in my throat, my entire body freezing in place. 

Two small figures rushed into the room, their tiny feet pounding against the polished floor with frantic urgency. Their wild, desperate energy filled the space, making my pulse hammer against my ribs. 

The door shut behind them with a soft click, sealing us inside this moment. They both looked surprised upon seeing me. But those wide little eyes were swollen in tears when they realized what’s happening. 

“Mom?” they both called out in unison, their voices hesitant yet filled with hope. 

“Mommy!” they cried again, this time more desperate, more certain.