Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 136

ISOLDE'S POV

I had barely returned to my apartment when the tablet Ezra had given me pinged with a notification. My stomach tightened as I picked it up, seeing a message from him directly.

*My quarters. 10 PM. Come prepared to serve me.*

That was it. No explanation for his behavior. Just a cold command, as if I were nothing more than a convenience to him.

He didn't even send one of his servants to fetch me. Just a text message like I was some delivery service.

I stared at the screen until it went dark, my fingers trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. I typed back:

*May I respectfully decline tonight?*

The response came almost instantly, making me flinch.

*No. 10 PM. Do not make me repeat myself.*

The threat was clear. If I didn't show up voluntarily, I'd be brought there by force.

The worst part was knowing that despite everything, I couldn't say no to my Alpha.

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I entered Alpha Ezra's luxurious penthouse exactly at ten, my heart pounding against my ribs. The door clicked shut behind me, sealing me in with the most powerful werewolf in the city.

"You came," Ezra said flatly.

"Yes," I replied, my voice small.

I tried desperately to keep my expression neutral, but I could feel my face betraying the storm of emotions raging inside me—anger, sadness, disappointment, and confusion all battling for dominance after what happened in the Battle Arena earlier today.

Ezra stood up from his leather chair, keeping his distance. His expression was cold and unreadable, his jawline tense. He'd removed his suit jacket, and the sleeves of his crisp white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms.

"Don't stand there like you don't know why you're here," he commanded, his voice hard. "Go to the bathroom, shower, then come back to me."

"Yes, Alpha," I whispered, the words feeling like glass in my throat.

As I walked toward his bathroom, the reality of our situation crashed over me. Whatever we'd had—whatever I'd foolishly thought was developing between us—was over.

In his massive marble shower, I let the hot water cascade over me as silent tears streamed down my face. I tried to muffle my sobs with my hand, not wanting him to hear with his enhanced Alpha hearing.

My mind raced with fears about what would happen now. If Alpha Ezra no longer favored me, my life in the Moon Alliance Program would become unbearable. The other girls would target me again. I'd likely be kicked out of the Privilege Apartments and sent back to the regular Moon Alliance residence. And Evanthe... she would make my life a living hell.

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I dried myself carefully, making sure all evidence of tears was gone from my face. I needed to appear calm and composed when I faced him again. Taking one last steadying breath, I returned to the bedroom.

"I'm done," I announced, my voice steadier.

Ezra had moved to the center of the room. His upper body was now bare, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest and abdomen. He wore only his expensive black dress pants, his expression still hard as stone as he walked toward me.

When he saw I was still wearing underwear, a low, displeased growl rumbled from his chest. Before I could react, he reached down and roughly tore the thin fabric from my body.

My breath caught as he unbuckled his belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft hiss.

"Kneel," he commanded, his voice deep and absolute.

I sank to my knees on the cold marble floor, taking his hardened cock in my hands. It was hot and heavy against my palms.

"Take it in your mouth," he ordered.

I obeyed, wrapping my lips around his cock. Ezra moaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

"Isolde..." he breathed, my name sounding like praise in his rough voice.

I moved fast. Now I just wanted to make him cum and get done with it.

"Slow down," he instructed. "You'll get my cum, but not yet."

Ezra looked down at me, his thumb brushing over my upper lip.

"Look at you," he said, his voice burning with intensity. "On your knees for me. My cock in your mouth. Your eyes begging me to fuck you."

I closed my eyes, not wanting to respond to him. My heart was still aching from his earlier coldness. Even as my mouth worked on him, my mind remained distant, protected.

Ezra let out a dark, sensual laugh. "You want to spread your legs and take this hard cock deep inside you, don't you?"

It wasn't true. I didn't respond, keeping my eyes shut. Honestly, I didn't want him, at least not now. Not after today. Not after everything.

"Look at me," he commanded.

My eyes snapped open against my will, meeting his golden gaze. The moment our eyes locked, I felt it—that terrible, wonderful power that only an Alpha of his caliber possessed. His pupils dilated slightly, and a wave of heat crashed through my body, starting at my core and radiating outward.

"That's better," he murmured, watching my reaction with satisfaction.

I gasped around him as my body betrayed me completely. Between my legs, I felt a sudden rush of wetness, my inner muscles clenching desperately around nothing. My nipples hardened painfully, and my skin flushed with unwanted arousal.

*No,* I thought desperately, even as Lyra whined and submitted within me. *I don't want this. Not like this.*

But my body wasn't listening to my mind anymore. It was responding to his Alpha command, to the biological imperative he'd triggered with his ability. In seconds, I'd gone from emotionally detached to desperately, painfully aroused.

Suddenly, Ezra yanked my head back forcefully, his cock sliding from my mouth. His golden eyes locked with mine.

"Do you know what I want you to do?" he asked. I shook my head frantically, my breath coming in short gasps as I struggled with the overwhelming arousal he'd forced upon me.

"I want you to play with that beautiful cunt while you suck my cock. But you don't get to come without my permission. Do it now!"

My hand moved between my legs almost involuntarily, finding myself embarrassingly wet. I rubbed my swollen clit frantically, desperate for relief from the burning need he'd ignited.

Ezra cupped my face in both hands and began thrusting his hips, guiding his cock in and out of my mouth, controlling the pace and depth completely.

"Fuck, that's good," he murmured. Our eyes met, gold clashing with blue, and I felt utterly exposed, primal, and vulnerable. I moaned as I slipped a finger inside my aching emptiness.

"Don't come," he commanded, his voice both demanding and gentle. "Be a good girl and hold it for me."

I was losing my mind, silently begging him with my eyes. My wolf Lyra was howling inside me, desperate for release.

Ezra gripped my hair and pulled my head back again, his cock springing from my mouth.

He was breathing heavily as he bent down, staring into my wide eyes just inches away.