Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 104

Isolde's POV

Ezra and I stepped out of the shower, water dripping from our bodies as we reached for the plush Egyptian cotton towels hanging nearby. I wrapped the oversized towel around my body, securing it just above my breasts.

Ezra broke the silence that had settled between us. "There's something you need to know."

I froze mid-movement, turning to face the Silver Moon Group's CEO. My heart immediately started racing, pounding against my ribcage like it wanted to escape. "What is it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He gestured for me to secure my towel properly. "Make sure that's tight."

My stomach dropped as anxiety flooded through me. Whatever he was about to say, it didn't sound good.

I tightened the knot on my towel, my fingers trembling slightly. "I'm listening," I said, unable to mask the nervous edge in my voice.

"It's about the drugging incident," Ezra stated flatly.

The words hit me like a physical blow. My heart leapt into my throat, my knees suddenly weak beneath me. My breathing turned shallow and uneven as memories of that night flashed through my mind—the disorientation, the helplessness, the violation. My mouth went dry, and for a moment, I thought I might actually faint.

"What... what about it?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ezra took a deep breath, his gray eyes studying me intently for what felt like an eternity.

"We found who was responsible," he finally announced.

My eyebrows shot up, eyes widening in shock. "Who... who was it?" I asked, hardly daring to breathe.

"The two mask girls," Ezra explained. "The ones who dragged you from your room to that private VIP lounge."

My hopes crashed around me. I'd been expecting—no, *hoping*—to hear different names. Evanthe. Sybilla. Not some faceless security personnel.

"Oh..." was all I could manage to say.

"We found them through the surveillance footage in the Alliance Residence," Ezra continued. "When apprehended, they confessed to planning the whole thing. They admitted to manipulating Ash into giving you the spiked drink."

My mind raced, processing his words while trying to keep my face neutral. "What about Ash's death?" I asked urgently.

"They confessed to that too," Ezra said, his voice clinical and detached. "They poisoned her. They didn't want her to expose them, so they silenced her permanently."

I nodded slowly, but inside I was screaming. This was complete bullshit. I knew—I *knew*—Evanthe was behind it all. Those girls were just pawns, probably threatened into taking the fall. Evanthe was the real monster here who'd orchestrated everything from the shadows.

Ezra's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied my reaction. "Are you okay? I thought you'd be happier to hear this. You look... disappointed."

I wanted to scream the truth at him. I wanted to tell him his precious public relations director was a murderous, manipulative bitch who'd drugged me and killed an innocent girl. But what proof did I have? Nothing but my suspicions and Ash's final words. Going against Evanthe without concrete evidence would only bring me more trouble, maybe even get me killed too.

I cleared my throat, forcing my face into what I hoped was a convincing smile. "No, I'm glad they caught the people responsible. I just... I feel sad about Ash. She didn't deserve what happened to her."

"You sure?" Ezra asked, his eyes flashing gold again.

"Yes," I lied through my teeth. "I'm sure."

"She's gone to a better place, Isolde," he said, his tone softening slightly. "You need to accept that and move on."

I nodded calmly, my smile painful to maintain. "I'll try."

But inside, I made a silent vow. I would never forget Ash. I would never stop seeking justice for her. Someday, somehow, Evanthe would pay for what she'd done. The Moon Goddess would see to it that justice was served, even if I had to be her instrument of vengeance.

"Alright, massage time... let's go," Ezra said.

I followed him, my eyes tracing the sculpted muscles of his back, the way water droplets still clung to his skin. For now, I had to play along, to survive, to wait for my moment.

When we entered the master bedroom, I stopped in my tracks. The center of the room had been transformed into a professional massage setup—a massage table covered in Egyptian cotton sheets, bottles of expensive essential oils arranged nearby, red rose petals scattered across the floor, and ambient lighting casting a seductive glow over everything.

"Wow," I breathed, genuinely impressed. The Alpha certainly knew how to set a mood.

Ezra leaned against an expensive redwood table, winking at me. "What do you think?"

"It... looks really cool," I replied, fighting back a smile at the extravagance of it all.

Without ceremony, Ezra unwrapped the towel from his waist, revealing his perfect body in all its glory. He lay face-up on the massage table, his gray eyes locked on mine.

"I want you to give me an oil massage," he stated, more command than request.

I approached, standing near his head. "I've never given anyone an oil massage before," I admitted.

The corner of his mouth quirked up. "There's a first time for everything," he said, his voice dropping lower. "And we've already had quite a few firsts tonight, haven't we?"

My face flushed hot as a tomato.

The way I'd knelt before him, the taste of him on my tongue, the sounds he'd made...

Ezra noticed my blush and sat up slightly, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Are you blushing for the reason I think you are?... That was your first time, wasn't it!"

I turned away, grabbing one of the expensive oil bottles to hide my embarrassment. "No, it wasn't!" I denied, then immediately caved. "Fine, whatever. It was my first time, so what?"

Ezra chuckled softly. "Nothing," he said, golden light flickering in his eyes as he lay back down.

I poured a generous amount of oil into my palms, the rich scent of sandalwood and something exotic filling the air between us.

"Focus more on the important areas," Ezra instructed, his voice already growing husky.

"Which areas are important?" I asked innocently, while coating my hands liberally with the slick oil.

His lips curled into a knowing smile. "I think you know."

"I do!" I replied with sudden enthusiasm, and without warning, I reached down and gently grabbed his cock.

"Whoa! Whoa!" Ezra laughed, catching my wrist. "Not so fast. You'll make me come too quickly."

I gave him a mischievous look, batting his hand away. "Wouldn't that be good?"

"If I start cuming now, I'll be passed out by the time you're done," he joked.

"I bet you'd look magnificent passed out with an erection," I teased, enjoying this newfound power I seemed to have over him.

"Evil. You're evil, Isolde," he said, shaking his head with amusement.

I placed my hands on his strong chest, guiding him to lie back down. "Shut up and let me do my job."

"Have mercy on me," he pleaded playfully.

"I'll try!" I promised, as my oil-slicked fingers found their way to his already hardening cock.