Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 125

Isolde's POV

I couldn't stop smiling as I looked at the clothes spread across my bed. The backless tops, shorts, t-shirts, and that gorgeous tailored blazer Orion had bought me today. I'd tried putting them in the closet, but they were too beautiful—I'd taken them back out to admire them again.

The shopping trip had been unexpected. I'd been standing outside a boutique near Silver Moon Tower, staring at a blazer in the window display when Orion appeared beside me.

"Do you want it?" he'd asked, noticing my fixation.

"I don't need your charity," I'd snapped, embarrassed at being caught window-shopping.

"It's not charity if I enjoy seeing you happy," he'd replied, taking my hand and pulling me into the store before I could protest further.

He hadn't just bought the blazer. Somehow I'd ended up with several casual outfits too—things I'd merely glanced at but he'd noticed my interest immediately. It had been a rare moment of normalcy in my new bizarre life.

As the daughter of a former Alpha, I'd once had closets full of designer clothes. But since entering this Moon Alliance Program, my Caderobe had been reduced to standard-issue clothing. These new pieces felt like a small reclamation of my former self.

A knock at my door interrupted my thoughts. Una, one of the older maids, entered with an unusual smile on her face.

"Lycan King Ezra called," she announced. "He wants you to be ready. The driver will pick you up at 3 PM."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "3 PM? But he usually summons me in the evening."

Una nodded, her smile widening. "Those are Alpha Ezra's orders."

Her eyes drifted to the clothes scattered across my bed. "Did Alpha Ezra buy those for you?" she asked curiously.

My heart rate suddenly accelerated. "No... no. Security Director Orion bought them."

Una's eyebrows rose slightly. "The Security Director took you shopping." She looked at me with something that felt uncomfortably like pity. "You're a lucky girl. You have two powerful men treating you like a princess. I hope you make the right choice."

"No, Una, you've got it all wrong. It's not like that at all. I swear!" I protested, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.

Una just smiled knowingly before leaving. I collapsed onto the bed, stunned into speechlessness. The thought of seeing Ezra again made my stomach knot with anger and anticipation. He still hadn't marked me, despite knowing I was his mate. Part of me wanted to refuse his summons out of principle, but I knew that wasn't an option.

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At precisely 2:45 PM, I was in the car with Cade, Ezra's driver.

"You're welcome, Miss Blackwood. Have fun," Cade replied when I thanked him.

*Have fun. A polite way of saying 'enjoy your sex session with the Lycan King,'* I thought bitterly.

My face flushed as I walked toCade the elevator with as much dignity as I could muster. When the doors opened at Ezra's penthouse, Una was waiting for me.

"Hello, Una. You said Mr. Silverwood asked for me."

"I know, dear. Follow me," she replied with a small smile.

I found it strange that she was personally escorting me today. I followed her cautiously, watching as she pressed the button for the east wing of the penthouse instead of the west where Ezra's master bedroom was located.

"Una, the master bedroom is the other way," I pointed out, confused.

Una's smile widened. "I know, but Mr. Silverwood has arranged something different."

My heart began to race as I followed her further, hearing faint female voices coming from somewhere ahead. We reached a door, which Una opened with a keycard.

My jaw literally dropped.

The spacious living room had been transformed into a high-end boutique. About five elegantly dressed female designers were arranging various luxury brand clothes throughout the space.

"What's happening here?" I asked Una, completely bewildered.

"These designers and everything you see here have been arranged by Mr. Silverwood for you. So go in and select whatever you want," she explained casually.

I walked into the room in a daze, my brain, eyes, and thoughts spinning rapidly. "All of this is for me?" I couldn't believe the sheer volume of high-end fashion before me. Even during my family's most prosperous days, I'd never seen anything like this.

*Looks like the wolf king is trying to buy you with material things,* Lyra sneered.

*Shut up, Lyra,* I shot back internally.

One of the designers approached me with a professional smile. "Miss Blackwood. It's our pleasure to serve you today. We're here to help you select anything you'd like."

The other designers bowed slightly in greeting. My eyes caught price tags that made me want to faint—these weren't just expensive clothes; they were astronomical investments.

"Excuse me for a moment," I said, then hurried back to Una.

"Una, I know this isn't allowed, but please, I need to speak with Mr. Silverwood," I pleaded.

To my surprise, Una immediately pulled out her phone and dialed Ezra's number. Una handed me the phone, and I pressed it to my ear.

"Mr. Silverwood," I said quietly.

"Isolde." His voice was deep, soft, and entirely too tempting.

I gathered my courage. "Mr. Silverwood. What is happening here?"

"Is something wrong? Do I need to come there?"

"No, I mean... yes, something is, but you don't need to come. The designers! The clothes!" I whispered harshly.

"Oh... they've arrived?" he asked, sounding almost relieved.

"Yes!" I hissed. "There are five of them, and I think they've brought the entire Rodeo Drive with them. How am I supposed to choose from so much... You didn't even warn me!"

"I wanted to surprise you," he replied simply.

"This is too much," I said, taking a deep breath.

Ezra chuckled deeply on the other end of the line.

"I'm sorry, but this isn't funny. I'm extremely stressed right now," I told him.

"Don't be. Choose as much as you want. If you want all of it, take all of it. It's all for you," he said.

"What do you mean take all of it? Have you seen how much there is? And they all look like they cost a fortune. I—"

"Isolde. Isolde, calm down. Breathe," he instructed calmly. "Don't worry about the price. Take as much as you want. Clothes, shoes, jewelry. Whatever you want, and if you want more, just say the word. Have fun."

"Mr. Silverwood, this is too much," I repeated, feeling overwhelmed.

"No. Nothing is too much for you. Go choose. I can't wait to come home and see you try on what you've selected." His voice dropped to a lower register that sent shivers down my spine.

I looked at the clothes, biting my lip. "Okay. I'll choose. Thank you."

But internally, I wondered: *Why is he doing this? What does he want from me? Is this some kind of apology for not marking me?*

"Anything for you, dear. Have fun," he replied before hanging up.

I handed the phone back to Una and forced myself to smile as I returned to the designers.