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    I had nearly emptied the bottle of healing ointment by the time finished tending to all of Titus''s wounds. The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of his breathing. He had drifted into a deep sleep, his body finally sumbing to the exhaustion and pain he had been


    stubbornly fighting against.


    With the medicine applied and his wounds beginning to heal rapidly, I allowed myself a moment to simply look at him. His face, normally hardened with tension and anger, was soft in the stillness of slumber. The harsh lines that marked his brows were rxed, and for once, he looked at peace. It was a rare sigh and I couldn''t help but marvel at it.


    Despite everything-the arguments, the walls he kept building between us-I couldn''t deny how breathtaking he looked. Even in sleep, his presence wasmanding, his features striking. My gaze lingered on him longer than it should have, my heart beating just a little faster. This was the only time I could truly see him like this-vulnerable, quiet, unguarded.


    But the moment didn''tst.


    A sudden grunt escaped his lips, his face twisting as if in pain. rmed, I leaned closer, my eyes scanning over his body. His wounds were already starting to heal, the mixture of his lycan blood and the ointment working their miracle. Though faint scars remained, the raw, angry gashes from earlier were now closed.


    So why did he seem to be in pain?


    "Titus..." I called his name softly, hoping to rouse him gently. His response was a deep, guttural moan that sent a chill down my spine. I reached out instinctively to check his pulse, my fingers trembling slightly.


    Before I could make contact, his eyes snapped open, dark and wild.


    "Titus-"I began, but my words were cut off as his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist in an iron grip.


    I gasped, my eyes widening in shock. The strength in his hold was undeniable, his touch both firm and startling. "Titus," I called out his name once again, my voice shaky but calm as I tried to ground him.


    But he didn''t seem to hear me. His grip tightened, and before I could react further, he pulled me forward with surprising force. My breath caught as I was yanked down, and in the next moment, I found myself pinned beneath him on the bed.


    "Titus!" I eximed, my heart pounding wildly as his weight pressed against me. His dark eyes bore into mine, a storm of confusion and raw intensity swirling within them.


    His breathing was ragged, and his muscles were taut as though he was still caught in the throes of battle. For a moment, I thought he might not recognize me, that he was still trapped in whatever nightmare his mind had conjured.


    "Titus," I said again, my voice firm even though fear and confusion were swirling inside me. "What''s happening to you?" His hands stayed wrapped around my wrists, strong and unyielding, but they weren''t rough anymore. His intense stare stayed locked on me, deep and prating. It wasn''t the wild look of someone in or anger-it was something else entirely, something that made my heart race for reasons I didn''t want to admit.


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    Then I saw it, the faint glow of crimson in his eyes. It burned softly, yet its meaning hit me hard, like The desire in his gaze was raw and undeniable. My breath hitched.


    a spark igniting a fire.


    Oh no.


    The pieces clicked together in my mind. The heat radiating off him, the way his chest heaved, and the tension in his entire body-it wasn''t from the pain of his wounds. It was primal, uncontroble.


    He was in a rut.


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    My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. How could this be happening? A rut wasn''t random-it had to be triggered. Was there a she-wolf nearby in heat? Could that exin this? And if so, I wasn''t safe.


    Panic red inside me as the realization sank in. An alpha in rut wasn''t someone you could reason with. Their instincts took over, driving them to dominate, to im. Anyone in their path became a target of that overwhelming need.


    I shifted slightly, trying to move, but his grip tightened, holding me in ce. He leaned closer, and I could feel the heat of his body, his breaths brushing against my skin.


    "Titus," I said again, my voice softer but firm, trying to reach the part of him still in control. "Let me go. I''m leaving!"


    But instead of loosening his grip, he smirked, the dangerous glint in his crimson eyes making my stomach twist. "I''m sorry, kitten," he murmured, his voice low and sultry, dripping with a dark yfulness. "But I can''t do that. This is your fault... so you have to take responsibility."


    I blinked, my frown deepening as I stared up at him in disbelief. What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice tinged with confusion and frustration.


    Before I could get another word out, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. I barely had time to react before he buried his nose against the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply


    My breath hitched as his proximity sent a jolt of shock through me. "Hmmm..." he hummed, the sound low and satisfied. "I can smell your scent."


    "What?" I gasped, trying to pull away, but his hold only tightened slightly.


    He stayed there for a moment, his nose brushing lightly against my skin as if savoring the closeness. "It''s intoxicating," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "Sweet and maddening."


    My pulse thundered in my ears, my mind racing to make sense of his words. "You''re mistaken," I said, forcing my voice to steady even as I struggled against him. "I don''t have a scent. Now can you please let go of me?"


    He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Oh, kitten," he said, his tone teasing yet filled with something dangerous, something primal. "I can smell you from a mile away. And your body is inviting me."


    I froze, my stomach knotting at the intensity in his words. That can''t be true. I don''t have a wolf, so it''s impossible for me to have a scent, much more to undergo in heat. What the hell is going on?


    This can''t be good. I need to get away from him.


    Think, Sage, think!


    But every rational thought vanished as his warm breath ghosted over my skin, sending shivers racing down my spine. His lips brushed along my jawline, featherlight and deliberate, igniting something dangerous deep within me. It wasn''t fair how easily he unraveled me with just a touch, how his proximity turned my resolve into ash.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    "Hmmm..." A soft, involuntary moan slipped past my lips tempting me.


    No. This isn''t right. I can''t let this happen.


    as his tongue flicked against my jawline, hot and wet, teasing me,


    But my body betrayed me, the fiery desire creeping through every fiber of my being, melting away the walls I desperately tried to keep up. His tongue trailed a slow, torturous path down my neck, leaving a zing heat in its wake. My breath hitched as he paused at the curve of my shoulder, his warm lips hovering there for a moment before he pulled back.


    I dared to nce at him, my heart pounding like a drum. For a moment, I thought he was looking at nte-really looking at me-but then I followed his gaze and froze.


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    He wasn''t looking at my face. He was staring at my shoulder.


    A devilish smirk yed across his lips, his crimson eyes glinting with dangerous amusement. "Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with confidence. "It seems this mark belongs to me."


    His words sent a jolt of shock through me. My mind scrambled for an answer, anything to make sense of what he''d just said. "What?" I whispered, the word barely audible over the pounding in my ears.


    "When I first saw your mark," he continued, his voice low and velvety, "I didn''t have the chance to get a good look at it. But now..." He tilted his head slightly, his smirk deepening. "I can see it clearly. That''s my mark." Panic and confusion collided in my chest. This wasn''t supposed to happen-he wasn''t supposed to know.


    "I wonder," he said, his tone turning thoughtful, though his smirk remained firmly in ce. "Why can''t I remember marking you?" His eyes flicked up to meet mine, burning with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.


    I opened my mouth to speak, my mind racing for a way out of this. "I have no idea," I said quickly, my voice trembling but steady enough to sound convincing. "So, can you please let me go now?"


    For a moment, his gaze ngered on mine, as if he were weighing his options. The tension between us was suffocating, and I couldn''t tell if he was about to release me or pull me closer. Please, Titus. Just let me go.


    But deep down, I wasn''t sure if I wanted him to. And that terrified me more than anything.


    However, it seems like Titus has no n of letting me go. His grip tightened around me, firm and possessive, making it clear that escape wasn''t an option. He leaned in closer, his fiery crimson eyes fixed on mine, daring me to try and defy him. "You''re not going anywhere, kitten," he murmured, his voice low and thick with a dangerous mix of desire and authority.


    My heart raced, but I tried to keep my voice steady. "Titus, listen to me," I said, forcing calm into my tone even though my words trembled. "You''re not thinking clearly. Please, just-"


    "On the contrary, my mind has never been this clearer," he cut me off, his voice sharper now, though still dripping with an unnerving charm. He brought his face closer to mine, so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. "And you," he continued, his voice dropping to a growl, "you belong to me."


    A shiver ran down my spine at his words. My voice was barely above a whisper as I pleaded, "You can''t do this, Titus. Please."


    For a moment, his head tilted, his usual smirk faltering just enough for a flicker in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, reced by a look of pure possessiveness.


    "Why can''t I?" he asked, his tone dripping with mockery. His gaze bore into mine, pinning me in ce as he continued, "And while we''re at it, why don''t you tell me why my mark is on you when I have no memory of cing it there? Hmm? Tell me why your scent is driving me absolutely insane."


    My breath hitched, and I swallowed hard, my thoughts racing as I tried to find a way to diffuse the situation. My voice wavered as I spoke, "I-I''ll exin everything, Titus. I swear I will. But you have to let


    me go first."


    He didn''t answer right away. Instead, his eyes roamed over me, as if he were weighing his options, deciding whether or not to grant me mercy. The silence was suffocating, and his smirk returned, slow and deliberate, curling at the corners of his mouth like he''d already made up his mind.


    "Too bad, kitten," he murmured, his voice low and full of dark amusement. "I don''t think I can do that."


    Before I could react, he leaned in, his lips crashing against mine with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. The kiss was possessive, searing, and left no room for protest. It was as if he was staking his im, his hold on me unrelenting.


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    My hands pressed against his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away, but he didn''t budge. The heat of his body, the intensity of his kiss-it was overwhelming, clouding my thoughts and leaving me reeling.


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    When he finally pulled back, just enough to let me catch a breath, his crimson eyes met mine, filled with a mix of triumph and raw, unrestrained hunger. "See, kitten," he whispered, his voice a dangerous rumble, "you are mine to take."


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