Betrayed by an Alpha claimed by a Lycan King (Sage and Titus) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64
SAGE
I was panting when he finally let go of my lips. “I thought you’re not going to do anything against my will?” I asked while trying to catch my breath.
The corner of his lip arched as if he were trying his best to hide his smile. Without noticing it, my eyes fell on his lips. My throat suddenly felt dry as I watched him bit his lower lip while trying to hold that smile.
“You didn’t push me away. So, I assume it wasn’t against your will,” he replied.
I glared at him before I pushed him as hard as I could. He then willingly took a step back, finally putting some distance between us.
“Am I allowed to go back to my chamber now?” I asked him.
He walked back to his bed and faced his laptop once again. “No, you’re going to spend the night here.”
I frowned. “Didn’t you just say that you’re not going to force me to do anything against my will? Then, why am I not allowed to go back to my roc I don’t like to sleep here.”
“You are free to sleep on my bed,” he offered.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m leaving,” I said before I walked towards the do But my frown deepened when I found the door locked. I tried to find whe unlock it, but it seems like it has been locked from the outside. I stormed towards his direction while stomping my feet. “Tell your guards to open t door,” I ordered him.
He just smiled and swayed his eyes away from his laptop to look at me. don’t you tell them yourself?” he answered.
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I hissed at him before walking back towards the door. “Is anybody outsi Please, unlock the door!” I shouted before pressing my ear against the d check if anybody heard me. But I hear nothing but dead silence. I repea once again, but as I expected, I got no response. “This is your plan all al isn’t it?” I shifted my attention towards him when I realized that I’m jus wasting my energy. No one’s going to open this door unless it was him
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ordered it. And judging by his reaction, I’m sure as hell that he has no intention of letting me leave this room tonight.
He chuckled. “You are overthinking it, Sage. As I promised, I won’t do anything against your will or force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he assured me. But why do I feel like he has some ulterior motives?
Though he made it clear that he wouldn’t cross the line, there’s something inside my head that warns me to never let my guard down.
I blew a loud sigh of defeat. “Fine, I’ll stay here. But I’m sleeping on the couch. Where is it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t remember having any couch in here,” he replied innocently.
I don’t believe him. Though it’s been more than a year, I’m sure as hell that there used to be a couch here. I can’t forget how his room looks despite being away for a long time. But there’s no point in insisting. I’m sure as hell that he’s going to deny it even if I put a knife under his throat. It seems like I have no other choice but to sleep on the bed with him. It’s either that or the cold stone floor.
I looked at him with scrutinizing eyes. I don’t trust him, but I don’t have much of a choice. I was stomping my feet as I walked towards the bed. I gave him one final look before rolling my eyes.
I grabbed two pillows and shoved them between us, creating a makeshift barrier, flimsy though it was. When I glanced up, I saw him watching me, eyebrow raised in silent amusement. His expression said it all—*Really? You his
think those pillows will protect you? But even with the futility of it staring me in the face, I needed that faint sense of separation. Anything to keep a sliver of distance between us, no matter how thin or symbolic.
Once I had the pillows perfectly placed, I slid under the blanket, wrapping myself up like a human burrito, as if that alone would shield me from the intensity of his presence. I pulled the edges tight, cocooning myself, trying to ignore the heat radiating from his side of the bed.
I could feel his eyes on me-a weight that pressed on my skin, making my pulse race despite my best efforts to remain calm. Then his voice cut through
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the silence.
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“Aren’t you going to remove your robe?” he asked, his tone teasing but dark, as if he already knew the answer but enjoyed watching me squirm.
There was no way in hell I was going to remove this robe-not when I was wearing a nightgown so thin it might as well have been made of mist. The fabric clung to me like a second skin, barely leaving anything to the imagination. If I took off the robe, I might as well be standing here naked.
I tightened the belt of the robe around my waist, my fingers fidgeting with the knot. “No, thanks. I’m good,” I replied, keeping my voice as steady as I could.
He chuckled softly, the sound low and rich. “Are you sure?” he pressed, his voice dipping lower. “I’ve heard tonight’s going to be a little hot.”
I clenched the blanket tighter around me, feeling the heat rise not from the room but from within me. Of course he would say something like that. Always pushing, always trying to get under my skin. And despite my best efforts, he was succeeding.
“I’ll manage,” I shot back, still refusing to look at him, focusing instead on the pillow barrier between us, as if that would hold.
“Suit yourself,” he said, his voice smooth as silk yet laced with something darker. “But just so you know, Sage… it’s going to get a lot hotter before the night’s over.”
I swallowed hard; my throat suddenly dried. His words hung in the air, wrapping around me like the blanket I was clutching so tightly. And though I tried to push away the thoughts his tone stirred in me, I couldn’t help the my heart raced or the way my body betrayed me with a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.
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I wasn’t about to let him get to me, but with every word and every look, he was slowly chipping away at the walls I’d built around myself.
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