Chapter 154
Chapter 154
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I was lead by one of the guards towards the room where Titus was. The guard knocked on the door, and after a few minutes, I heard Beta Scott’s voice inside.
“Come in.”
The guard then opened the door for me. He gestured with his hand, allowing me to walk through the door.
I found Titus standing behind his desk, staring at the documents on top of his table. While Beta Scott was standing on the other side of the table.
Scott looked at me with emotions I couldn’t read.
“You can leave now,” Titus dismissed Scott with a cold voice.
I can feel the intense tension between them. It makes me wonder if this has something to do with Scott’s involvement in my escape plan three years ago. Did Titus find out that Scott convinced me to leave?
Beta Scott bowed his head before he turned to me and did the same. After that, he went ahead and left the room.
Titus remained silent for a long moment, his sharp gaze locked onto the papers in front of him. He didn’t look at me right away, but I could feel the weight of his presence pressing down on me, suffocating in its intensity.
The quiet stretched between us, thick with unspoken words. I stood still, refusing to fidget under his scrutiny, though my heart pounded against my ribs.
Finally, he lifted his head. His icy blue eyes met mine, burning with something unreadable.
“Sit down,” he ordered, his tone eerily calm.
I hesitated, the tension in the room thick enough to suffocate me. Titus‘ icy blue eyes never wavered from mine, his gaze sharp and unreadable.
“You and Beta Scott were talking about something serious? I can come back later,” I suggested, trying to sound casual even as my heart pounded in my chest.
Titus tilted his head slightly, regarding me with that infuriatingly unreadable expression. Then, his lips parted, and his voice came out smooth, almost bored.
“Did I ask for your opinion?”
The dismissiveness in his tone sent a fresh wave of irritation through me, but I bit down on my tongue to keep from lashing out. This was a dangerous game, and I couldn’t afford to lose control.
My stomach twisted, but I forced my face to remain neutral. “I was just saying that whatever it is you’re about to tell me, I doubt it’s as important as what you and Scott were discussing.”
His lips curled at the edges, though there was no amusement in it. “Sure you do.”
Titus leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepling together as he studied me with a slow, calculated gaze. The way he watched me sent a shiver down my spine–it wasn’t just scrutiny; it was something deeper. As if he was peeling away layers, searching for cracks in my armor.
“It seems like you and Scott have a lot of things to agree on,” he mused, his voice deceptively casual.
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I stiffened at his words, my pulse quickening. Was this a test? Did he know something, or was he simply fishing for a
reaction?
I forced a tight–lipped smile. “Scott is your Beta. He follows your orders. If we agreed on something, it was probably because
it made sense.”
Titus hummed, tapping his fingers against the armrest of his chair. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” I answered firmly.
He leaned forward suddenly, placing his elbows on the desk as he stared at me with sharp intensity. “Tell me, Sage, do you take me for a fool?”
I forced myself to breathe, to keep my voice steady. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Titus tilted his head slightly, watching me with amusement. “Lying doesn’t suit you, kitten,”
He suddenly stood, rounding the desk with slow, deliberate steps. My breath caught as he closed the distance between us, his towering frame making me feel small and vulnerable.
“You don’t need to cover up for him. He already admitted that he’s the one who convinced you to leave. And he’s already paid the consequences of his actions.”
Every muscle in my body locked. His words struck like a lightning bolt, sending panic coursing through my veins.
I cleared my throat, trying to hide the fear creeping through my veins. “Then, what am I doing here?” I said as I was looking up at him while he was standing right in front of me.
“So, eager to leave, are we?” he said sarcastically with a devilish smirk playing on his lips.
I swallowed hard as he leaned in closer, his piercing gaze locked onto mine. My grip on the armrests tightened, my knuckles turning white as I held my breath. Every inch of space between us slowly disappeared, and I braced myself for something inevitable–something I wasn’t sure I wanted or could handle.
But then… he stopped.
Just inches away, his warm breath fanned over my lips, teasing, taunting. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, my heart pounding against my ribs.
And then, just as effortlessly as he had invaded my space, he pulled away.
I exhaled sharply, my relief palpable. But I knew better than to let my guard down around him.
Titus circled back around the table, hisements slow and deliberate. He lowered himself into his chair, reclining with an
air of authority, his expression unreadable as he picked up a brown folder and extended it toward me.
“Here,” he said, his voice as smooth as ever. “Sign this.”
I frowned, hesitating before taking the folder from his hands. My fingers trembled slightly as I fished out the documents inside, scanning the first few lines.
My stomach twisted.
My frown deepened, my eyes snapping back up to him. “What is this?” I asked, confusion laced in my voice.
Titus didn’t waver, his expression calm yet cold. “The child that you will bear will not be a legal heir unless I make you my concubine,” he stated, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.
I blinked, my grip tightening around the papers. My chest const as his words settled in, their meaning clawing at my
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“You could have been my queen, but you left,” he continued, his voice edged with something I couldn’t quite place- bitterness, regret, or perhaps amusement at my predicament.
My breath caught in my throat as he leaned forward slightly, his icy blue eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction.
Titus‘ words echoed in my head, each syllable a fresh cut against an old wound. *That position has already been taken.*
I had known. I had expected this. And yet, hearing it from his lips still sent a sharp, unexpected ache through my chest.
I had left. It was my choice. No one had forced me to walk away. I had convinced myself that it was for the best–for him, for me, for everyone. That by leaving, I had set him free to claim his throne without the burden of my presence, without the distraction of my existence.
Perhaps, in some twisted way, my absence had helped pave the way for his victory. But if that were true, then why did it feel like I had lost everything in the process?
I forced my expression into something cold, detached. “I’m not interested in that position anyway,” I said, my voice even, betraying nothing.
For a moment, there was silence. Then I saw it–a brief flicker of something in his eyes before it vanished behind a veil of indifference. His jaw clenched, his fingers curling into fists for just a second before he masked it with a slow inhale.
His glare was sharp enough to cut through steel, but I refused to look away. If he thought he could intimidate me, he was mistaken.
“You always say things you don’t mean,” he muttered, shaking his head slightly as if he had expected this answer but still found it irritating. “Just like when you said you would never leave.”
My throat tightened, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, I met his glare with unwavering resolve.
“Believe what you want,” I said simply, lifting the folder. “But let’s not pretend that this is about the past. What do you really want, Titus?”
A smirk ghosted across his lips, but there was no humor in it.
“You already know what I want,” he said. “I want an heir.”
“Then, why don’t you have one with your queen?”
