Betrayed by an Alpha claimed by a Lycan King (Sage and Titus) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 

SAGE 

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“Should we bring you to the hospital, Sage? I’m really worried about you,” Gertrude worried as she patted a wet towel over my forehead. 

I’ve been grunting and screaming in pain since Titus and I ended our conversation. Despite that excruciating pain I’ve been feeling right now, I can’t take the risk of going back to Titus before I can find my children. 

“No, I’m fine, Gertrude. The doctors can’t do anything about my situation,” I replied in between breaths. 

“But you’re burning and in pain. There’s got to be something we can do to ease your pain,” Gertrude insisted. 

I forced a smile on my face. “Honestly, the only thing that can stop this pain is if I go back,” I admitted. 

“Go back? Go back where?” Robert asked, frowning as he stood behind Gertrude, who was sitting on the edge of my 

bed. 

“It’s for the best if I don’t involve you in this. You have more than enough help. It will be too much if you’re going to be involved in this mess.” 

“Sage, we’re your family now. We’d like to help, Robert insisted. 

I’m really moved by their concern, but I couldn’t take the risk of them facing Titus’s wrath. He’s mad at me, and he might use them to hurt me. I couldn’t afford to have them involved in this mess. 

“I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me and my children. But please trust me when I say I can handle this,” I assured them. 

They both turned to each other with worried look on their faces. When they leaving everything in my hands. 

looked 

at 

me, 

they gave me a sweet smile, 

“We’ll leave you then so you can get rest. If you need anything, we’ll be right outside,” 

ertrude said. 

“Thank you,” I replied before they left. As soon as they were gone I let out a grunt that I had been holding back for quite a while. I was in unbearable pain, but I couldn’t show it to them as it would only make them worried despite the pain seeping through my bones. “Fuck you, Titus!” I cursed out loud. 

Speaking of the devil, I heard Titus’s voice over my head. “Why am I was 

I seeing you in your room?” he asked; irritation 

evident in his voice. 

“I told you I’m not going back yet,” I replied. 

“Fck!” he cursed, and I could practically feel his frustration through our bond. “You are so goddamn stubborn!” 

Then–pain. Excruciating pain. 

“Ahh!” I screamed as the leg bracelet constricted tighter, cutting off my circulation. The pressure was unbearable, sending white–hot agony searing through my nerves. I could already see my skin turning a sickening shade of purple. 

“You’re going to lose your damn leg if you don’t come back!” Titus roared through our mind link, his fury vibrating through my skull 

A bitter laugh bubbled in my throat despite the pain. “I guess you wouldn’t mind having a breeder with one leg, huh?” I shot back sarcastically, clinging desperately to the last thread of hope that maybe, just maybe, he still cared enough to let me go. 

That he wouldn’t actually let me suffer like this. That he’d finally release me. 

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My heart nearly stopped when I heard his voice in my head. 

“I’m coming to get you, Sage.“/ 

Dread clawed up my spine, wrapping around my throat like an iron chain. 

No, no, no! 

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I could barely breathe, my chest tightening as panic took hold. I had known this moment would come. I knew that he wouldn’t let me go that easily. But hearing it now, the finality in His words sent me into a full–blown panic. 

He was coming for me. 

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I gripped my leg where the cursed bracelet still burned, the pain a cruel reminder that I was never truly free. My entire body trembled as I realized what this meant. The signals from the bracelet would lead him straight to me, like a predator locking onto its prey. 

He knew exactly where I was. He was probably already on his way. 

My stomach twisted violently. I wasn’t afraid for myself. I could handle whatever punishment Titus had planned. But Gertrude and Robert? They were innocent. They had done nothing but offer me kindness, yet if Titus found out they had been hiding me, there was no telling what he would do to them. 

I had seen his wrath before. 

I knew what he was capable of. 

I couldn’t let him see me here. 

I forced myself to stand, ignoring the sharp jolt of pain that shot up my leg. Every second I wasted was disaster. 

“Think, Sage. Think!” I urged myself, my mind racing for a plan. 

I needed to leave now. 

I couldn’t let him find me in this house. I couldn’t let Gertrude and Robert suffer for my choices. I had he arrived. 

a 

second closer to 

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to 

disappear before 

I stumbled out of the room, each step sending a sharp, agonizing jolt through my leg. The pain was unbearable, but I bit my lip hard, forcing myself to keep moving. I had to. There was no time to waste. 

The moment I stepped into the small living room, Robert’s and Gertrude’s eyes widened in shock. 

“Sage!” Gertrude gasped, rushing toward me. “What are you doing? You need to rest!” 

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Robert stepped in front of the door, arms crossed, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. “You’re in no condition to be walking around, let alone leaving. Where do you think you’re going?” 

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I hated that I was making them worry. They had done so much for me already, and now I was repaying them by running off in the middle of the night like a fugitive. 

I have to go, I said, my voice strained but firm. 

Gertrude’s hands trembled as she reached for me, her face filled with worry. “But you can’t even walk properly, sweetheart! How will you leave in that condition?” 

“I can handle myself. Don’t worry about me. I’m stronger than ok,” I assured them, gripping the wall for support. 

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Chapter 150 

My heart nearly stopped when I heard his voice in my head. 

“I’m coming to get you, Sage.” 

Dread clawed up my spine, wrapping around my throat like an iron chain. 

No, no, no! 

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I could barely breathe, my chest tightening as panic took hold. I had known this moment would come. I knew that he wouldn’t let me go that easily. But hearing it now, the finality in his words sent me into a full–blown panic. 

He was coming for me. 

I gripped my leg where the cursed bracelet still burned, the pain a cruel reminder that I was never truly free. My entire body trembled as I realized what this meant. The signals from the bracelet would lead him straight to me, like a predator locking onto its prey. 

He knew exactly where I was. He was probably already on his way. 

My stomach twisted violently. I wasn’t afraid for myself. I could handle whatever punishment Titus had planned. But Gertrude and Robert? They were innocent. They had done nothing but offer me kindness, yet if Titus found out they had been hiding me, there was no telling what he would do to them. 

I had seen his wrath before. 

I knew what he was capable of. 

I couldn’t let him see me here. 

I forced myself to stand, ignoring the sharp jolt of pain that shot up my leg. Every second I wasted was a second closer to disaster. 

“Think, Sage. Think!” I urged myself, my mind racing for a plan. 

I needed to leave now. 

I couldn’t let him find me in this house. I couldn’t let Gertrude and Robert suffer for my choices. I had to disappear before he arrived. 

I stumbled out of the room, each step sending a sharp, agonizing jolt through my leg. The pain was unbearable, but I bit my lip hard, forcing myself to keep moving. I had to. There was no time to waste. 

The moment I stepped into the small living room, Robert’s and Gertrude’s eyes widened in shock. 

“Sage!” Gertrude gasped, rushing toward me. “What are you doing? You need to rest!” 

Robert stepped in front of the door, arms crossed, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. “You’re in no condition. to be walking around, let alone leaving. Where do you think you’re going?” 

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I hated that I was making them worry. They had done so much for me already, and now I was repaying them by running off in the middle of the night like a fugitive. 

Thave to go, I said, my voice strained but firm. 

Gertrude’s hands trembled as she reached for me, her face filled with worry. How will you leave in that condition?” 

“But you can’t even walk properly, sweetheart! 

“I can handle myself. Don’t worry about me. I’m stronger than ook,” I assured them, gripping the wall for support. 

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