Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 150

Isolde's POV

Twenty minutes later, I stood outside Alpha Ezra's penthouse door, my heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape. The hallway was silent except for my shallow breathing and the faint hum of the building's ventilation system.

*I can't do this,* I thought, staring at the imposing mahogany door. My stomach twisted into knots.

I raised my hand to knock, then hesitated, letting it fall back to my side. Maybe I could just leave. Return to my apartment. Claim I felt ill.

*He'd know you're lying,* Lyra reminded me. *And then what? Face him when he's truly angry?*

Taking a deep breath, I finally rapped my knuckles against the door twice, the sound seeming unnaturally loud in the quiet hallway.

"Enter," came his deep voice from within.

With trembling fingers, I turned the handle and pushed the door open.

I stepped fully inside and closed the door behind me with a soft click. Alpha Ezra sat with his back to me in the living area, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the panoramic night view. He was working on his laptop.

"Good evening, Alpha," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"You're here." He didn't turn around.

"Yes, I'm here," I confirmed, struggling to maintain my composure.

"You know what to do," he said with deadly calm.

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me, and made my way toward the master bedroom suite. The path felt like walking to an execution, each step heavier than the last.

The bathroom in Ezra's master suite was larger than my entire apartment. Marble and glass surrounded me as I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded over my skin, but did little to ease the tension in my muscles or the knot of anxiety in my chest.

I tried to distract myself by focusing on the practical—lathering expensive shower gel over my body, washing my hair with shampoo that probably cost more than a week's salary for most people.

After drying off, I moved to the walk-in closet and found one of Ezra's silk shirts—a deep navy blue one. I slipped it on without bothering with underwear, as I knew was expected. The soft fabric caressed my skin, carrying his scent—cedar, musk, and something darker and more powerful. The smell of an Alpha, of *my* Alpha, despite how much I tried to deny it.

I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent from the collar. It made my head swim and my body respond in ways I didn't want to acknowledge.

Returning to the living area, I found Ezra in the same position, still focused on his work. "I'm ready," I said softly, my voice barely audible even to my own ears in the vast space of the penthouse.

Alpha Ezra finally shut down his computer screen and rose from his seat, turning to face me. My breath caught in my throat. He stood shirtless, his perfectly sculpted torso on display, every muscle defined as if carved from stone. His custom tailored pants hung low on his hips, and I couldn't help but notice the impressive bulge beneath the expensive fabric.

His gray eyes flickered over me, dangerous and predatory. "Why are you looking at me like that? As if you haven't seen me shirtless before?"

"No reason," I replied, quickly averting my gaze. But Lyra laughed inside my head, mocking my attempt at indifference.

Ezra changed the subject abruptly. "The Silver Moon underground fighting tournament is coming up," he said, his tone businesslike despite his state of undress. "I'll be supporting you."

He stepped closer, his right hand coming up to cup my chin, forcing me to look at him. "So... don't disappoint me." His eyes flashed gold for a brief moment, betraying the emotion behind his controlled exterior.

The touch of his fingers against my skin sent electric currents racing through my body. My heart rate accelerated, my skin tingled, and my legs felt weak. The star-shaped birthmark on my right shoulder began to warm—something that only happened when my emotions ran particularly high.

"I... I'll remember that during the fight," I stammered, struggling to form coherent thoughts with him so close.

His hand slid from my face down to my stomach, then lower, to my core. His other hand caressed my neck, while his index finger began to rub circles against my clit.

A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. I parted my legs slightly, instinctively giving him better access as heat pooled between my thighs.

"You're already so wet," he observed, his voice husky with satisfaction and control. "Why is that?"

I trembled under his touch, my breathing becoming ragged as his skilled fingers continued their torment. "I... I... I like when you do that," I admitted, Lyra purring with approval in my mind.

"You seem to enjoy it quite a bit," he remarked, his eyes now fully golden, indicating Prime had taken over. "Fuck... if you keep reacting like this, you'll come too quickly."

He suddenly withdrew his hand, leaving me aching and unfulfilled. A hint of amusement flickered across his face at my disappointed whimper.

"Go to the bed," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

I obeyed without hesitation, moving toward the massive bed that dominated his bedroom. Behind me, I heard the rustle of fabric as he removed his remaining clothes.

I pulled off the silk shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and lay back on the luxurious king-sized bed. Ezra approached, completely naked now, his erection standing proud and intimidating. The size of him still amazed me—thick and long, with veins running along the shaft.

He positioned himself between my legs, spreading them wider with his strong hands. He rubbed the head of his cock against my slick folds, coating himself in my arousal.

My heart raced faster, and I clutched at his muscular arms, my nails digging into his skin. "Please..." I whispered.

"Why are you begging me?" he asked, his voice dark with desire.

"I'm begging you to fuck me already," I replied.

With one powerful thrust, he entered me completely. I arched off the bed, crying out as he stretched me to my limits. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, bordering on pain yet exquisitely pleasurable.

He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a relentless pace. I clung to him, my body responding to his every movement. He withdrew again, this time spreading my wetness over my sensitive parts, teasing me with what I desperately wanted.

"Do you like that?" he growled, his voice barely human.

"Yes, please," I gasped, simultaneously touching my swollen clit, craving more stimulation.

Ezra knelt, grabbing my legs and pulling me toward him. His eyes were completely golden now, Prime fully in control. He entered me again, harder this time, his thrusts deep and punishing.

*No sweet words. No foreplay. No kisses. He's fucking me like it's the end of the world. And the most terrifying part is that my body absolutely loves it.*