Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 132

ISOLDE'S POV

The digital clock on my nightstand showed it was nearly five. I rummaged through my closet, trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight at Ezra's penthouse. His driver could arrive any minute, and I wanted to look effortlessly attractive without seeming like I'd tried too hard.

I stood before the full-length mirror, admiring my casual yet adorable appearance. It was refreshing to wear something comfortable instead of the formal attire typically required in the "Moon Alliance Program."

My heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing Ezra again. Ever since my father sold me into this so-called "talent program" to clear his debts, not a day had passed when I didn't look forward to spending the night with Alpha Ezra. The anticipation of being summoned to his penthouse made every other moment here bearable.

*Don't get too excited,* Lyra whispered in my mind. *He only wants our body, not our soul.*

I ignored her cynicism. Despite her constant warnings, I couldn't help the flutter in my chest whenever I thought about seeing him.

Just as I returned to my bedroom, a knock sounded at the door. My pulse quickened—Cade must be early.

"Come in," I called, sitting on the bed to put on my sneakers.

The door opened, and I recognized Una's familiar voice without looking up.

"Tell Cade I'll be ready in a minute," I said, focusing on tying my laces.

"Isolde Miss, Cade isn't here," Una replied calmly.

I froze mid-motion, my brow furrowing as I looked up at her. "What?"

Una's expression remained neutral as she delivered the message. "Alpha Ezra just called. He said to tell you not to come over tonight."

The words hit me like a hundred slaps to the face. My heart sank into my stomach, my ears buzzing and palms instantly sweating.

My mind raced with painful questions. He didn't want to spend the night with me? Had Evanthe won his favor again?

*This is completely normal in the 'Moon Alliance Program,' right?* I thought desperately. *So why does it hurt so much?*

I struggled to maintain a professional expression. "Oh... okay," I managed to say, fighting the urge to burst into tears while Lyra clawed angrily within me.

"Yes. So no need to dress up," Una added before leaving, her eyes showing what looked like sympathy.

Once the door closed, I yanked off my sneakers and threw myself onto the bed, my head hitting the pillows.

"Why doesn't he want to be with me tonight?" I whispered to the empty room, my voice filled with desperation and self-pity.

I tried to calm my racing heart, but my emotions refused to settle.

I bolted upright, accidentally banging my head against the headboard. Strangely, I welcomed the physical pain, appreciating the momentary distraction it provided from the emotional turmoil.

My thoughts spiraled into painful speculation. Was Ezra keeping me away because he wanted to spend the night with Evanthe or another Moon Alliance member? The idea was unbearable.

I paced around my luxurious apartment, wanting to scream, to fight, to punch something, but my voice felt severed and my arms heavy. I caught sight of the Silver Moon logo on the wall, which only deepened my despair.

"Why doesn't he want me tonight?" I questioned repeatedly. "Why? We're supposed to be mates..."

The door suddenly pushed open, causing me to flinch and spin around with lightning reflexes, my wolf senses instantly alert.

For a brief moment, I hoped it was Una returning to say it had all been a joke, but seeing Thalia instead sent all my hopes crashing down a cliff. I nearly rolled my eyes in frustration.

"Why are you crying?" Thalia asked in alarm, quickly approaching me and closing the door to prevent any other Moon Alliance members from seeing.

I touched my cheeks, only then realizing tears had been silently streaming down my face all along.

"Isolde," Thalia called softly, her voice laced with concern.

I tried to speak, but a lump formed in my throat, preventing any words from escaping. My wolf senses could smell the salty misery in my own tears.

"Isolde," she called again.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I collapsed into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably, feeling completely shattered and on the verge of falling apart.

Thalia didn't say anything, just comforted me while guiding me to sit on the bed, her eyes vigilantly checking the hallway to ensure no one was passing by.

"What happened?" she asked calmly, her eyes scanning the room as if looking for clues.

"He doesn't want me anymore," I sobbed.

"Who doesn't want you anymore?" Thalia pressed.

"Alpha Ezra," I managed between sobs.

Thalia's expression shifted to confusion and surprise. "What? Why? What happened?" She paused. "Did he tell you this himself?"

I shook my head, trying to control my breathing. "No. But he implied it. He said I shouldn't go to his penthouse tonight."

Thalia moved back slightly, giving me an odd look as she seemed to assess the severity of the situation.

"So let me get this straight," she said carefully. "He told you not to come to his penthouse tonight, and you've concluded that he doesn't want you anymore?"

I nodded solemnly.

To my surprise, Thalia burst out laughing. "Isolde, do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?"

"This isn't funny, Thalia," I said . "I know it sounds absurd, but I can feel it. Something's not right!"

Thalia offered a rational explanation, trying to ease my mind. "Or maybe he's just genuinely busy and needs a lot of time to handle something without distractions. He is the Lycan King and CEO of Silver Moon Group. He has many responsibilities."

"You're supposed to comfort me, not make me feel like an oversensitive... girlfriend," I complained, realizing how ridiculous the term "girlfriend" sounded for a Moon Alliance member.

Thalia chuckled again and pulled me into another hug, her eyes still watchful toward the door, making sure no one was eavesdropping.

"I'm sure the Lycan King is just busy with Silver Moon business. He'll call for you tomorrow," she reassured me.

I wanted to believe her words, but deep down, an uneasy feeling tugged at my heartstrings.