Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

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I blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling. My head pounding with a dull ache. The soft rustle of sheets reminded me I was lying on a bed far more luxurious than any I had touched in years. The rich scent of fresh linen filled the air. It almost masking the disorientation swirling in my mind. The memories hit me all at once: I remembered what happened last night.

Was it last night? How long have I been sleeping? Where am I?

My chest tightened as panic surged through me. I sat up so fast that the room spun, my pulse thundering in my ears.

Desperate for answers, my eyes darted around the room. A plush cream carpet, mahogany furniture polished to perfection, and floor-to-ceiling windows that let in soft, natural light welcomed me like a warm greeting. Long silk curtains framed the view of a sprawling garden where flowers bloomed. This wasn't what I expected. Not at all.

Where were the chains, prison walls, and the grim faces of guards?

Confusion knotted my thoughts. Was this a trap disguised as luxury? Or had I somehow fallen into the hands of some Good Samaritan?

Before I could dwell on it further, the door creaked open, startling me. I tensed as I'm getti

But instead of a brute or captor, a young woman entered, balancing a silver tray laden with breakfast. Her warm smile was as bright as the sunlight pouring into the room.

"Good morning, my lady," she greeted cheerfully as she sets the way on a side table. I brought you your meal. Would you like coffee or tea?"

I blinked at her, unable to hide my confusion, "What?"

["Coffee or tea?" she repeated, unbothered by my confusion.

I frowned, suspicion creeping in despite her friendly demeanor The stark contrast between this treatment and the horror of the auction made my head spin.

Does this mean the man who bought me was kind? Or was this just a pretty façade for something darker?

One question weighed heavier than the rest-was he truly the man who paid two billion dollars for me? And if so, why would anyone spend that much just to treat me like a guest instead of a prisoner? The woman's voice broke through my tangled thoughts.

'Til leave you to eat and freshen up. The master wishes to see you once you're ready

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My heart skipped at the mention of the master. Whoever he was. I needed answers. And I needed them fast.

"Wait, called out as she turned to leave. "Who... who brought me here?"

Her smile remained polite but offered no real answers. I'm afraid I'm in no position to answer that, my lady. But no worries,

everything will be explained soon. In the meantime, please enjoy your breakfast"

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone with more questions than ever.

I stared at the breakfast tray, my appetite nonexistent despite the delicious spread of pastries, fruits, and eggs. My instincts. warned me not to trust anything here, no matter how pleasant it seemed. Pacing the room. I quickly scanned the room, looking for any way out. Whoever this mysterious master was, he wasn't just anyone. Two billion dollars was a fortune-far too much for simple whims.

Whoever he was, he wanted me badly enough to spend a fortune outbidding everyone at that cursed auction. His identity loomed in my mind like a shadow filled with unanswered questions. But none of that mattered right now. What I needed was freedom.

I clenched my fists, determination burning inside me. I didn't care why he thought I was worth that ridiculous amount of money. Two billion dollars might change the world for some, but for me, it meant nothing. My only mission was to escape.

Harper's and Cooper's faces filled my thoughts, and my chest ached. I had promised them I'd come back. How long had I been gone? Hours? Days? Time had blurred between terror and unconsciousness. My breath hitched as panic crept in. They must be scared, wondering where I was.

Harper would try to be strong; I was sure of that. He'd step up for Cooper, but I knew Cooper; he'd be frightened, wondering why I hadn't returned.

The thought of them waiting, made my hands shake. I had to get back to them. No excuses.

I paced the room, scanning every inch for a way out. The windows were big but tightly sealed, reinforced with steel. The door was heavy, probably locked from the outside. Whoever had brought me here had planned well.

I was left with no choice but to go through the door, which is the only way out. But obviously, it was locked. My fists slammed against the door, the metal cold and unyielding beneath my skin. "Let me out!" I shouted, my voice raw with desperation. "Please! I need to leave." Silence was my only answer, thick and oppressive. I bit down on my lip, refusing to let tears blur my resolve. Panic was creeping in fast, but I had to stay strong-

1 pounded harder. "You can't keep me here!" My voice wavered, but I didn't care anymore. Pride had no place when my children needed me.

Still nothing. Not even the sound of footsteps approaching. My throat burned from shouting, but I kept going, fueled by fear and desperation.

Silence pressed down around me like a heavy blanket. Not even the faintest sound of footsteps echoed from the hall. My throat was raw from yelling, but I couldn't stop. Desperation fueled me, each cry for help louder than the last.

Frustration gnawed at my insides as I scanned the room, my eye landing on a decorative vase perched neatly on the bedside table. My breathing was ragged as I snatched it up, its weight solid in my hands. Without thinking, I hurled it at the door with every ounce of strength I had.

The vase shattered on impact, the sharp crash echoing through the room. Fragments scattered across the floor. The noise was deafening.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, hurried footsteps approached, accompanied by the muffled voices of alarmed guards. The door handle twisted, and the lock clicked open.

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As soon as the door creaked inward, I didn't wait to see who was behind it. I lunged forward, adrenaline surging through my veins, and bolted past the figure in the doorway.

The guards stationed outside blinked in shock, momentarily frozen by my sudden burst of movement. Their hesitation was all I needed. My bare feet slapped against the cold floor as I sprinted down the hallway, my heart hammering wildly in my

chest.

The narrow corridor stretched endlessly ahead, but I didn't slow down. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to find an exit before they caught up. My lungs burned, but fear was a stronger fuel than exhaustion.

Behind me, I heard the guards shout, their heavy boots pounding against the floor as they gave chase. The distance between us narrowed with every step.

Panic clawed at my senses, but I forced myself to focus. I needed to find a way out..

Up ahead, the hallway forked into two paths. Without thinking. I veered left, praying it would lead me closer to freedom.

Doors lined the walls, each one a potential hiding spot, but I didn't dare stop. The guards' shouts grew louder, echoing off

the walls.

Then I saw it, a sudden burst of light at the end of the corridor. A door.

Hope surged through me. Freedom was within reach,

Just before I reached the door, strong hands clamped around my waist, lifting me off the ground like I weighed nothing. I let out a startled yelp, kicking and thrashing, but it was useless. My feet flailed in the air as my captor threw me over his broad shoulder like I was nothing more than a sack of hot potatoes, "Let me go!" I shouted, pounding my fists against his back. "Put me down, you brute!"

But my shock didn't end there.

A familiar deep, rumbling voice sent a chill racing down my spine.

"Well, you certainly know how to make an entrance, little kitten"

I froze, heart hammering in disbelief. No. It couldn't be.

"It can't be... This can't be happening..." I breathed; the words slipped from my lips in stunned disbelief.

"It sure does," he drawled, completely unfazed by my attempts to fight him off. His grip remained firm, his strength as unyielding as ever.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded, twisting to get look at his face, but all I saw was the thick curtain of his dark hair. "And put me down!"

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I'm sorry, but I don't take orders from you, kitten."

"Let me go!" I snapped, kicking harder, my fists pounding againg his broad back. Every muscle in my body screamed for freedom, but his grip tightened even more with every defiant move I made.

"I don't think I can do that," he said, his voice low and cold, cutting through my fury like a blade. The familiar icy edge in his tone sent a shiver down my spine, awakening memories I'd buried deep,

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His arms tightened around my thighs, locking me firmly against him as if I were nothing more than cargo. I thrashed harder, but it only seemed to amuse him.

"Put me down, you brute!" I growled through clenched teeth, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

"No." The single word was final, unshakable.

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The warmth of his body pressed against mine, searing through the thin fabric of my clothes. It was suffocating like standing too close to a raging fire that threatened to consume me whole. Thated how aware I was of his strength, his scent, woodsy and dark, stirring something deep and dangerous inside me.

"You can't just carry me around like some damn trophy!" I spat, my voice shaking with a mix of rage and humiliation.

"Watch me," he drawled, his tone infuriatingly calm. His long strides were steady and purposeful, as if he wasn't bothered in the slightest by my wild attempts to break free.

I arched my back, trying to throw him off balance, but he only adjusted his grip, one arm locking around my waist while the other kept my legs pinned.

"Stop fighting," he ordered, his breath warm against my skin. "You're only wasting your energy."

"I swear, Titus, I'll-"

"You'll what?" he interrupted, his voice cutting through my threats. "Bite me? Scratch me? You'll have to do better than that,

kitten"

Fury burned through me, igniting every nerve. "Don't call me that," I hissed.

"Why not? Does it stir some wild thoughts?" His lips curved into a smirk I couldn't see but could hear in his voice.

My breath hitched, heat pooling in my chest, but I refused to let him see how much his words affected me.

"Arrogant bastard." I muttered under my breath.

"I've been called worse." he said without a trace of shame.

His grip remained firm, his body solid and immovable as a wall. No matter how much I struggled, he didn't falter. I hated the way he made me feel powerless, as if I were at his mercy. But more than that, I hated the way a tiny part of me remembered what it was like to trust him.

That was a lifetime ago.

"You won't get away with this," I warned, my voice hoarse from exertion.

"We'll see," he said simply, carrying me back to the room 1 just escaped into.