Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet
Chapter 42 The Irony

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 The Irony

I didn’t understand why I was crying until the tears hit my cheek. It wasn’t from pain, and neither was it from fear. Rather, it was the look in his eyes. Although he looked cold and stern like a rock, somehow I could see his gaze softening, even without him showing it.

It was that silent promise that if I hadn’t survived this... the entire world would have burned.

He lifted me without asking, his arms firm around me as my head fell weakly against his shoulder.

I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, the rhythm of his heartbeat.

"You’re safe now," he whispered, almost like he was trying to convince himself too.

My half-lidded eyes lazily swept through the forest floor; my stomach churned again at the sight of the bloodied limbs scattered across the ground.

I inhaled deeply as my heart pounded in my chest. ’This man is a complete beast.’

Then my surroundings began to fade away, the sound of the rain distorting in my ears, then darkness covered me like a blanket, fluttering my eyes closed.

.......

"What do you mean by that? You don’t know how the rogues got on our territory?" Damon’s voice echoed in my head, stirring me up from my slumber.

"Alpha... it’s like they appeared from thin air. There is no trace of them around the border." Alaric’s voice lowered, dripping with suspicion and confusion.

I pried my eyes open. I saw their figures just at the entrance of the camp house. The room felt very warm from the candles burning in the corners of the room. A fur-like blanket draped over my body.

I saw Alaric kneeling in front of Damon.

Damon placed his hand loosely on his waist, exhaling deeply before ruffling his hair in exasperation.

"Doesn’t this feel familiar to before?" Alaric craned his head up to look at him.

Damon paused, hearing his words, before his brows knitted tightly together. "The witches."

"Exactly. The rogue had appeared nowhere except in the camp. That’s the work of a witch, and they did it before in the last battle."

"It all makes sense now, Alaric," Damon whispered, then his gaze turned alarmed. "They didn’t come for me, Alaric. The attack in the camp was a distraction, as their main target was Ember."

His gaze shifted to me before Alaric followed his line of sight. Immediately, I closed my eyes as I pretended to still be asleep.

"Why would they target her, Damon?"

"That I have no idea of... They tried to mark her..." his voice trailed off.

"Why would rogues try to mark her?" Alaric’s brows furrowed. "Damon, this situation is becoming too complicated. We shouldn’t have bought her back then. This must be why her father sold her away without batting an eye."

Hearing their words, my fist clenched. A grimace almost escaped my throat as pain radiated from my right arm—the arm the rogue had bitten.

’Is he going to sell me away?’

"But she is the only one who I’ve been able to touch since centuries ago. When she first touched me, when she was escaping from the beta’s son, I thought it was just a coincidence." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Thinking back then, I think she is different. Even the colour of her hair looks weird. It’s only Fae who have this type of hair. However, she doesn’t smell like them, so there is no way she’s one of them." Damon shook his head. "Stand up." He reached his hand for Alaric to grab.

My heart skittered in my chest, as I could not tell exactly what this meant. ’Does this mean I’m a Fae?’ My mind wandered back to the scene in the meadow, where butterflies were attracted to me.

"She’s really strange, Damon. I tried to trace her mother’s death, but there was no trace of where she was buried. It was like she had disappeared into thin air." Alaric sighed before walking closer to Damon.

"I know she’s very smart, and you want to explore the reason behind why you were able to touch her. However, what I see is nothing but trouble brewing. Let her go, Damon. Send her away. Since she is a very low Omega, why not send her to the human world?" His green eyes pleaded as he silently waited for his reply.

My breath hitched as my left hand dug into the blanket. I felt a mixed feeling about this. On one hand, I was happy about the suggestion—I would gain my freedom and also get to explore the human world. There is a possibility that it might be the same timeline as my real world. Then I would be able to see my family again.

While on the other hand, I felt bitterness spreading through my chest. It felt hollow, yet tugging with a stinging pain. I don’t know why I felt this way, but it was like I was meant to be here, by his side.

Damon ruffled his own hair again. As he was about to open his mouth to speak, I beat him to it. "Master..." my voice, raspy and low, echoed through the room.

I wasn’t ready to hear how he was going to abandon me. ’The irony. You wanted to escape and live a free life, what happened?’

I ignored my thoughts as I tried to sit upright. Damon leisurely walked towards me, his face wearing a blank expression.

Alaric followed behind him. "You’re awake." Damon’s expressionless gaze swept over my frame.

I nodded. "Thank you for saving me, Master," I tried to smile, but failed miserably.

"So what do you think I should do about your situation? Should I send you out or keep you by my side?" he asked suddenly, leaning down to me.

My breath hitched as I stared at him with furrowed brows. "What do you mean?" I feigned ignorance.

He clicked his tongue in irritation. "You have eavesdropped on our conversation so far."

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