Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

Betryed 130 Chapter 129 Chapter 129 SAGE I had no idea how long I'd been sitting by the window, staring out but not really seeing anything. My thoughts had been spinning ever since Titus left the room, his last words replaying my head over and over again.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized something that made my chest ache. As long as I was here, Titus would never make the right choice. He wouldn't do what needed to be done. Not while I was still in his life. He needed Alpha Marcus's support, and the only way to secure I was by agreeing to Marcus's terms. But judging by what happened earlier, it was clear Titus wasn't going to change his mind-not while he was still trying to protect me. That leftwith only one option. If Titus wouldn't choose the path he needed to take, then I would have to make the choice for him. As much as it hurt to admit, I was the one holding him back. I was the last person he needed here.

I needed to leave. For him. For everyone relying on him.

My mind racing as I thought of every possible way to leave this place without Titus finding out. I went over every detail, imagining how I could slip away unnoticed, how I could vanish without a trace. But it wasn't just about leaving; it was about making sure that once I was gone, Titus would never cafter me.

That was the harder part. Titus wasn't the kind of man who gave up easily, especially when it cto people he cared about. If I didn't handle this the right way, he would search for me, huntdown, and dragback.

I had to find a way to make him believe that I was gone for good that there was no reason to follow. It couldn't just be a clean escape; it had to be final. No loose ends, no lingering doubts. If I left even the smallest thread for him to pull, he would unravel it until he found me.

As much as it hurt to think about, I had to make it look like I didn't need him anymore. Maybe even like I didn't want him. It was the only way to protect him, to push him toward the future he deserved, even if it meant breaking his heart-and mine) -in the process.

I didn't wait another minute and look for Kieran. As much as I hate it, he's the only person right now that can help me. He might not helpout of the goodness of his heart, but I'm sure he will do it because he has his own agenda.

I went straight to his room and knocked on his door with urgency. It didn't take long before he finally opened. "Well, well," he drawled, his tone light but his eyes sharp. "Look who graces us with her glorious presence," he said sarcastically.

I crossed my arms, meeting his gaze with quiet resolve. "I need to leave. Can you help me?" I asked directly. There's no need to run around the bush. I only have limited tbefore Titus gets a hint of what I'm about to do. He raised a brow, intrigued. "That sounds dangerous, Sage. I don't think I'm up for it." "Cut the crap. We both know this is what you wanted," I said.

He then opened the door widely to letin. "Letguess," he started as he took the chair placed in the corner of the room. "You've finally decided to ditch this circus and run away with me. Can't say I blyou, honestly. I am a catch." I rolled my eyes, sitting across from him. "You really have a way of seeing things differently, do you?" I said, raising my eyebrows. "But you're not entirely wrong." His smirk faltered just a little, his sharp instincts kicking in. "Go on," he said, leaning forward slightly.

"I need to leave," I said firmly. "And I need to do it without anyone being able to track me. No one can know where I've gone -not Scott, not Titus, no one." Kieran tilted his head, studyingwith a mix of curiosity and caution. "You're talking about disappearing. For good." I nodded. "Exactly." He let out a low whistle. "That's a tall order, sweetheart. Especially with Titus breathing down everyone's neck like an overprotective wolf on steroids." "That's why I'm coming to you," I said, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside me. "You're the only one who knows how to stay under the radar. You've got the skills, the resources. And let's be honest-you're probably the only one crazy enough to actually helppull this off." Kieran leaned back in the chair, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement as he watched me. "It would be my pleasure to help you, Sage. Truly it sounds like the kind of chaos I live for." He paused, letting the moment stretch before his smirk deepened. "However, I do have one tiny problem with your request..." He shifted forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands laced together as he propped his chin on them. The motion was casual, but the weight in his gaze pinnedwhere I stood. "Have you forgotten about our deal?" he asked, his voice low and pointed. I stiffened. Of course, how could I forget? The blood pact we made-an unbreakable agreement sealed in desperation-was the reason I owed him in the first place. It had been the price of his initial help with Titus's cause.

"No," I said firmly, my voice steady. "I haven't forgotten. In fact... I stepped closer, meeting his gaze head-on. "I don't see any problem with it. Isn't this the perfect chance for you to call in your end of the bargain? Why wait when we can settle the deal right now?" The smirk on his face faltered, disappearing like smoke. For a fleeting moment, his playful demeanor was replaced by something darker-something calculating, as if he were assessing every word I'd said, weighing my intentions like a predator studying its prey. "You're awfully quick to offer yourself up, Sage," he said slowly, his tone laced with suspicion. "Most people would be scrambling to find a way out of a blood pact, not marching straight toward its fulfillment." "I'm not most people," I replied evenly. "If this is what it takes to get your help, then so be it." Kieran's eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head slightly, his sharp features catching the dim light of the room. "You're serious about this, aren't you?" "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

He let out a low chuckle, though there was little humor in it. "You're either braver than I thought or far more reckless. Maybe both." He leaned back in the chair, his fingers drumming against the armrest as he mulled over my words.

After a long pause, his smirk returned, though it lacked the usual mischief. This time, it carried an edge of something more dangerous-something final. "Alright, sweetheart," he drawled, his tone soft but laced with steel. "You've got yourself a deal. I'll help you escape." I swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling over me. This was the price I had to pay, and I knew there was no turning back now.

"Fine," I said, holding my head high despite the dread curling in my chest. "Let's get started."

Kieran stood, his expression orn' unreadable. "Oh, we'll get started," he said voice as sharp as ablade! "But remember, Sage, once we begin, there's no undoing what's been set in motion." I nodded, my resolve hardening. "I know." And with that, the deal was sealed.