Betrayed by an alpha claimed by a lycan king

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As I I entered my office, I spotted Scott immersed in reading books borrowed from the palace library. The weight of the curse bore down heavily on me, and before I could even fully close the door, my strength gave out and I collapsed. "Your Majesty!" Scott's alarmed voice rang out as he swiftly moved to lift me from the floor. "Please, wait here. I'll fetch the doctor immediately," he urged, his brow furrowed with worry as he laid me down on the couch.

I grasped his hand urgently, stopping him in his tracks. "No, not the doctor," I managed to insist, feeling the strain in every word as Scott helped me settle onto the couch.

"Call for the elder," I instructed firmly, my breaths coming in labored gasps. The pain in my chest throbbed with each heartbeat, a stark reminder of the curse that bound me to this immortal existence.

Scott hesitated briefly, torn between obeying my command and his instinct to summon immediate medical aid. His brow furrowed in concern as he stood by my side, weighing the urgency of my request against the practical need for medical attention. "But, Your Majesty, the doctor-" Scott began, his voice laced with worry.

"The elders," I interjected firmly, my urgency palpable as I struggled to regulate my breathing. "It's breaking loose, and we have to do something."

Scott nodded reluctantly, understanding the gravity of

Within moments, footsteps echoed down the corridor as Elder Marcus, a few dy ng those his communicator and spoke into it with a sense of urgency that matched my own. "This is Beta Scott. Summon Elder Marcus to His Majesty's office immediately. It's urgent."

a among those who knew about the curse, arrived at the door.

"What seems to be the trouble, Your Majesty?" Elder Marcus inquired, his voice steady and filled with the weight of centuries of experience.

I managed a strained smile, grateful for his arrival. "It's the curse," I explained, my voice betraying the pain that gripped my chest. "It's worsening. You need to make a more potent spell to keep it inside me, Marcus. I need to know if there's anything we can do." Elder Marcus approached, his eyes narrowing as he examined me with a knowing gaze. "Let me see," he said softly, placing his hands over my chest and closing his eyes in deep concentration. Minutes passed in silence, each one feeling like an eternity as I awaited his assessment. Minutes had passed before he eventually broke the silence. "I'll ask the mages to prepare another set of potions, Your Majesty," he said. "For the mean time, please take some rest. Your body has to be strong for you to be able to hold it inside you for much longer."

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this happening? For thousands of years, we managed keep it inside without problems. Why it suddenly stronger? I he's my power

Minutes passed before he eventually broke the silence. ll ask the mages to prepare another get or potions, Your Majesty, he said softly, in the meantime, please rest. Your body needs to be strong to contain it for much longer."

Why is

is this happening? For thousands of years, we managed to contain it without any issue. Why has it suddenly grown stronger? I can feel it consuming my power," I lamented, my voice strained in pain. Marcus remained silent for a few moments before finally speaking. "Have you been involved in an essence exchange?" he inquired carefully.

I scoffed despite the ache in my chest. "You mean if I've been intimate? I am newly wedded. Of course I have," I replied. "But what does my personal life have to do with this?"

"It appears the malevolence inside you has been drawing power from a source. It's the only explanation for why your body is weakening and struggling to restrain the Leviathan from breaching into our world." "Marcus, I've been intimate since I first learned about it. Yet this is the first time this has happened." I

"Then perhaps it's not about the act itself, but rather the person you are sharing it with," he murmured cryptically, his words pregnant with meaning she struggled to grasp.

I scoff, "That doesn't make sense at all."

Marcus

blew a loud sigh. "We can't be too sure, Your Majesty. To be better prepared, I will humbly request that Your Majesty refrain from engaging in any form of essence exchange. We can't afford for the leviathan to become stronger than it already is," he said before leaving the room to prepare the potion.

Scott remained silent as he watched me intently. I can sense that he wanted to say something, but he hesitated.

"What is it, Scott? Spit it out," I ordered.

"Do you think Lady Sage has something to do with this?" He ventured, only to quickly fall silent when I shot him a withering glare. But his determination was evident; he couldn't hold back what was on his mind.

"This all started as soon as you marked her and claimed her," he continued, his voice steady despite my icy stare. "Shouldn't we consider the possibility that Alpha Gordon sent Sage as a means to ensnare you in a deadly trap?"

"That's enough! I don't want to hear about this nonsense ever again." I shouted, my voice reverberating through every corner of the room.

Despite my outburst, Scott's words gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. I wanted to deny it, but what he said made a troubling kind of sense. I had marked her, and she had marked me. Despite not being true mates, we should have formed a bond by now, but we hadn't. And then there was the fact that she had her wolf but bore no scent.

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For thousands of years I had walked this earth without a mate, enduring the solitude that came with such a fate. This was the first time I truly hoped someone could be my mate. The attraction and longing I felt whenever I was around her were undeniable, almost overwhelming. Yet, the wolf inside me remained silent, offering no confirmation of the bond.

The conclusion was inescapable and bitter. She wasn't my mate. My heart ached at the realization, and doubt began to creep in. Had I been deceived? Was she part of a plot to destroy me? The thought was unbearable, but I couldn't ignore the possibility. Scott, ever-perceptive, watched me with concern. "Your Majesty, I know this is difficult, but we must consider every possibility. Your safety and the safety of the kingdom depend on it."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my tumultuous emotions. "We will investigate," I finally said, my voice softer but more resolute. "But until we have proof, I will not condemn her. We will proceed with caution and seek the truth. Only then will we act. Scott nodded, his expression a mix of relief and determination. "As you wish, Your Majesty, We will find the answers."Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

As he left the room, I was left alone with my thoughts, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. The path ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but I knew one thing for sure: I would uncover the truth, no matter the cost. For my kingdom, for myself, and for the hope that, somehow, I had not been betrayed by the one I had come to care for so deeply. 15:10 Mon, Sep 16 B