Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

I was drenched in sweat, my body betraying every ounce of self-control I was desperately clinging to. My lower lip was caught between my teeth, biting down so hard to keep the moans at bay that I could almost taste, the faint t**g of blood on my tongue. It was the only thing I could do to keep from giving him the satisfaction of hearing how close I was to losing it. Id do to keep

The blanket was my lifeline, my fingers digging into the fabric so tightly it felt like it might tear under the strain. Each shallow breath was a battle, my chest rising and falling as I fought against the overwhelming sensations Titus was flooding through our connection. I refused to give in, even though every nerve in my body was alight with the pleasure he was forcing on me. I wouldn't let him win. I couldn't.

The heat of his desire crashed over me in relentless waves, every pulse of pleasure from his own body echoing through mine, as if he had full control of my senses. My heart pounded in my ears, and every muscle in my body tensed, coiled like a spring ready to snap. But I couldn't break. Not like this. Not with him watching so smugly, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.

"I'm warning you, Titus," I hissed through gritted teeth, my voice barely a whisper, but it was all I could manage without letting out the sound that was threatening to spill from my lips.

"I don't take threats lightly, kitten," he responded as if accepting a challenge.

My body was betraying me, reacting in ways I couldn't stop, and every second felt like a dangerous game. I was on the verge of losing. I can already feel my underwear soaking in juices.

But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me crumble. I held onto my defiance like a lifeline, even as the tension in my body mounted, pushing me closer to the edge. The room felt stifling, the air thick with the heat he was fueling inside me, and I could feel his smug satisfaction growing stronger with every shaky breath I took.

I had to keep my focus. I had to find a way to sever this connection before he completely unraveled me. I couldn't afford to let my body win this battle. Not with him.

My grip tightened on the blanket, knuckles white, as I m**ally built the walls around myself, brick by brick, willing my mind to take control again. I wasn't going to give in, no matter how hard he pushed.

"You won't win this," I whispered, half to him and half to myself. My voice was strained, filled with determination despite the quiver I couldn't quite hide.

His low, dark laugh echoed in my mind. "We'll see about that, kitten," he purred, the challenge in his voice clear.

But I held on, teeth clenched, body trembling. I wasn't going to break. I would not let him win.

The tension between us cr**led like a live wire, the silence broken only by the sound of my ragged breathing and the soft hum of power radiating from Titus. My body was a battlefield, every nerve screaming for release, but I couldn't let him have that satisfaction. His presence in my mind was overwhelming; every sensation he felt mirrored in me like an echo that grew louder with every passing second.

I could feel him, not just physically but me**lly, too. The connection between us was relentless, his thoughts brushing against mine with smug satisfaction. He thinks he's winning. But he's wrong. I won't let him have his way.

I clenched my fists tighter, the blanket bunched in my hands, anchoring me to the present. My jaw ached from how hard I was biting down, holding back the moan, threatening to escape, I wouldn't give him that, wouldn't give him the pleasure of hearing my surrender. Through our bond, his voice was a whisper in the dark, silky and smug. "You're doing so well, kitten. I can feel how close you Chapter 66 are."

I closed my eyes, shutting him out, refusing to let him see the truth. But the heat in my body was rising, and the pulse between my thighs beat in time with his desire. Every nerve was on fire, and I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my mind fighting a battle my body had already surrendered to. "Titus," I barely managed to grit out, my voice low and strained.

"Yes, Sage? "His voice was purr, full of dark amusement. I could hear the smirk in his tone and feel the satisfaction radiating from him as he drew this out, toying with me like a predator playing with its prey.

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"I will, only if you allow yourself to give in," he taunted, his voice a seductive whisper in my mind.

I knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted me to beg, to give in, to admit defeat. But I wasn't about to let him win so easily. I wouldn't give him the pleasure of hearing me surrender. Not now. Not ever. My breaths came in shallow gasps, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I fought to maintain control. Every fiber of my being screamed for release, my body betraying me in the worst possible way. But I bit down harder, tasting the metallic **g of blood on my lip as I forced myself to hold on.

The room spun around me, and I gripped the blanket tighter. But just as I thought I might break, I felt something shift. My mind, battered and strained, fought back, and I could feel the connection between us weakening, slipping out of his grasp inch by agonizing inch. Titus must have felt it too. His voice, so sure and confident a moment ago, wavered slightly. "It can't be," he uttered in surprise.

Even I don't clearly understand what's happening. I had no idea this was possible. I wasn't expecting that I would be able to shut him the alpha out of our bond. But despite my surprise, I still manage to take that opportunity to cut him off completely.

I seized the opening, forcing myself to focus to push him out of my mind. Sweat dripped down my brow as I concentrated, pulling every last ounce of strength from within.

With a final surge of willpower, I slammed the me**I door shut, severing the link between us. The rush of freedom was immediate, the suffocating heat of his presence lifting from my mind.

I exhaled sharply, my body still trembling from the intensity of the moment, but I had won. I had held my ground.

Titus, to his credit, didn't immediately react. He just sat there, watching me with those dark, knowing eyes, his smirk gone. He was studying me, as if recalculating, reassessing.

"Well played, Sage," he finally said, his voice calm, but there was an edge to it, a challenge lingering beneath the surface. "You never fail to surprise me. Truly, an exemplary woman fit to be my mate."

I didn't reply, still catching my breath, still reeling from what had just happened. But I didn't need to say anything. The look in my eyes said it all.