Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

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I keep on struggling to free myself from his grasp. tighter his hand gets. I'm already panicking when I noticed his head started to close the gap between our faces. The warmth of his body pressed against mine was wreaking havoc inside me. My defenses were starting to crumble, but I made sure not to let it show. I held my breath as soon as our faces were only inches away from one another. I thought he was going to claim my lips, but to my surprise, he ran his tongue along the sharp edge of my jaw, causing turmoil into my being. I know I shouldn't I dn't be enjoying his advances, but I have no control over my body. I feel like a puppet who follows all of his biddings. My heart races even more when his treacherous tongue traces down my neck until it finally reaches my collarbone. I gasped for air when he continued I to licked my collarbone down to the valley of my breast. "Aaahhh!" An involuntary moan escapes my lips when he dug his teeth against my skin. But the pain quickly vanished when he started sucking the same place that he bites. "Hmmmm...god, I missed hearing your moans," he murmured against my skin as he continued to suck the side of my breast. "I want to fck you now so bad."

His voice somehow wakes me up from my madness. I should not let him do whatever he wants. I need to fight him.

"You wish. Get off me!"

He chuckled. The vibration of his laugh resonated against my skin. He then ran his nose against my skin as he slowly moved his head up until our faces. were level. "The words that come out of your mouth don't align with what your body is telling me, kitten."

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"I don't know what you're talking about. Let me go!" I raised my voice I continued to struggle to free myself. I held my breath when I felt his hips pressing against me hardly, making me feel his solid rock member that was growing in between his legs. It paralyzes me. The memories of his long and hard shaft invading every inch of my body flood me like tidal waves. "See?" He smirked. "That's what I'm talking about," he said, referring to my reaction as our bodies touched. "Admit it. You want me as much as I want you," he murmured as our lips barely touched. He was about to claim my lips when we heard the doorbell ringing. I thought he was going to stop to check on it, but I was surprised when he continued to claim my lips. He was kissing me fervently, ignoring the ringing sound of the doorbell. He probably thought that whoever it is that's on the s on the other side of the door will eventually go away, but it didn't. "Fck!" he cursed irratedly.

I was already mapping out my escape in my mind, waiting for the moment. he'd let me go. But disappointment washed over me as he tightened his hold instead of loosening it. With a fluid motion, he stood up, never releasing my wrist, pulling me to my feet with him. His hand slid to my waist, firm and possessive, ensuring there was no chance of slipping away.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, a clear warning of his frustration before he barked out, "Come in!" His voice was sharp, laced with irritation. When Betal Scott cautiously stepped into the room, it was obvious he hadn't anticipated. such a reaction from Titus. "What?" Titus snapped, his gaze cutting through Scott like a knife.

Scott visibly flinched, his usual composure cracking under the unexpected pressure. "The plane is ready, Your Majesty," he stammered, his eyes darting between us, trying to gauge the situation,

Titus's eyes narrowed, his glare intense. "So?" he shot back, clearly 10.79% 3.79%

inform you when we're ready to leave."

Titus's expression darkened, his irritation palpable. "I own that freaking plane, Scott. I'll tell you when I'm ready to leave," he growled, his words clipped and dripping with barely restrained anger. Beta Scott's face paled, and he nodded quickly. "Apologies, Your Majesty. We'll be waiting outside."

He was used to Titus's temper, but this was something different. He could sense the tension between us, but he didn't dare question it. Instead, he simply backed out of the room, leaving us alone once more, his fear lingering in the air like a heavy cloud. As the door clicked shut behind Scott, the room seemed to close in around us, the tension thick and almost palpable. Titus's grip on me didn't waver. If anything, it tightened, pulling me even closer until I could feel the heat radiating from his body. His eyes bore into mine, and I could see the storm of emotions swirling within them. "Now, where were we?" He murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as he turned his full attention toward me.

My pulse quickened, but I forced myself to keep my voice steady. "I don't know about you, but I'm leaving, Your Majesty. I'm not coming with you," I replied, trying to sound as defiant as I could while attempting to push him away with all the strength I could muster. But Titus only smirked, a slow, knowing grin that sent a shiver down my spine. "Too bad I'm not taking no for an answer, kitten." His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken promises, and before I could even think to respond, he moved with a speed and strength that took my breath away. In one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing, his hands firm and unyielding. A startled gasp escaped my lips as I found myself hoisted over his shoulder like a sack of hot potatoes, the world tilting wildly as I was forced to stara si the back of his broad frame. My ficte 11:46 Tue, Sep

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trying to break through a wall of solid rock. He was unyielding, his steps sure and confident as he began to carry me toward the exit.

"Put me down!" I demanded, my voice high with a mix of anger and panic. I struggled against his hold, but it was futile. He was far too strong, his grip like iron as he kept me securely in place. merely chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my body. "You're not going anywhere, Sage. Not until I say so."

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My mind raced, searching for a way out of this, but the more I wriggled and fought, the more I realized just how outmatched I was. He was determined, and in his arms, I was powerless. The realization sent a fresh wave of panic crashing over me, but beneath that fear was something else-a flick flicker of at thrill, a dangerous excitement that I didn't want to to acknowledge.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

This man, this infuriating, arrogant man, was taking control of my life in ways I hadn't anticipated, and a part of me-deep down-wasn't entirely sure I hated it.

But I wouldn't let him see that. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing. he was getting under my skin.

"I swear to the moon, Titus, if you don't put me down this instant-" I began, my voice edged with desperation.

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"Oh, it's like music to my ears whenever I hear you say my name, kitten," Titus interrupted, his voice laced with amusement as he continued toward the door with long, confident strides.

"I said put me down!" I repeated, my frustration mounting as I continued to pound my fists against his back. But he didn't budge, barely even registering my attempts to break free.

He didn't listen, of course. Titus never did when he had his mind set on something. His grip on me was unyielding as he moved purposefully toward the exit. My face flushed with embarrassment when I noticed the curious stares of Beta Scott and the other men standing outside the room. They looked utterly confused, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of their 11:46 Tue, Sep 17

king carrying me over his shoulder like a misbehaving child.

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We're leaving," Titus commanded, his voice firm, bre king not argument. His men quickly scrambled to follow his orders, though I could tell. they were still puzzled by the scene unfolding before them. In that moment, I realized there was no escaping this. No matter how hard I fought, he wasn't going to let me go. Titus was determined to take me with him, and nothing short of a miracle would change that. "Fine! I'll walk. Just put me down, okay?" I shouted, finally conceding to the inevitable.

Titus paused for a brief second, and for a moment, I thought he might actually listen. But then, with that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face, he simply said, "Nah, I'm good. I kind of like it this way." And before I could respond, he delivered a sharp, playful smack to my bottom. "What the fck! You p**ert!" I shrieked, my voice echoing down the hallway.

I could feel the eyes of his men boring into me; their expressions were shock and disbelief. It was clear they weren't accustomed to hearing someone speak to their king that way. Their wide-eyed stares seemed to ask the same unspoken question: How dare she curse the high and mighty Lycan king?

Titus chuckled, clearly enjoying my reaction. "You've got quite the mouth on you, kitten," he teased, his tone almost affectionate. "But don't worry, I'm sure we'll find a way to keep it occupied."

My cheeks burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered. "Just put me down already, you jerk," I grumbled, trying to wriggle free one last time.

But Titus only tightened his hold, carrying me out of the building as if I weighed nothing at all. I could feel the stares of his men following us.

As much as I hated to admit it, I was completely at his mercy. And the worst part was, a small, treacherous part of me wasn't entirely sure I minded.