Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet
Chapter 70 Poison

Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Poison

Damon’s lips twisted into something between a smirk and a sneer. "Sisters or not, I kept them alive so you could watch me rip off their heads one by one. That’s the only reason they’re still breathing."

My jaw locked. "You wouldn’t."

He leaned closer, his voice lower, darker. "Wouldn’t I?"

"You kept them alive?" I repeated his words slowly, my voice cracking with disbelief. "Just so I can watch you kill them?"

Damon didn’t flinch. He stood tall, arms folded, his expression like carved stone. "Yes," he said flatly. "You cared enough to protect them. Now you’ll watch as I end them."

My chest tightened. The air grew too thick to breathe. "You’re cruel."

"I’m Alpha," he replied, his tone cold, without a shred of mercy. "Mercy gets people killed."

’Psychotic bastard. I wish I could drive a knife into your chest right now!’

I wanted to scream at him, but the pain in my back pulsed like a warning. I couldn’t push more than my body could take. Still, I met his eyes, refusing to look away. If he wanted me to break, he would have to try harder.

Tension swirled between us like an approaching storm. Neither of us said anything more. We just stood there, locked in a silent war, our glares sharp enough to draw blood.

Then without a word, Damon turned and walked toward the hallway.

"Come," he said, not glancing back. "You need to eat."

I didn’t want to follow him, but my legs moved on their own. Maybe it was the hunger clawing at my belly, or maybe I just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of leaving me behind.

The dining hall was wide and open, with soft sunlight streaming through the tall windows. It should have felt peaceful—but nothing about this place brought peace. Not when he is around.

Damon pulled out a chair for me, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the storm behind his eyes. "Sit," he said. "You’re wounded."

I sat slowly, stiffly. The cushion beneath me eased some of the pressure on my back, but the throb never really faded. I tried not to show how much it hurt.

Then the scent of roasted meat and herbs hit me. My stomach growled loudly, embarrassing me, but I couldn’t help it. The food looked too tempting. I hadn’t eaten in what felt like days.

’But how can I eat when I don’t know how they are faring right now?... but I need strength to fight for them... so I need to eat some food.’

I reached for the bread.

But then she walked in. My body tensed, and my hand froze in mid-air.

’Allison.’ My gaze darkened. The memories of the night of encountering her flashed through my mind, sending shivers down my spine.

She strolled into the room like she owned it. Her long black hair brushed her shoulders, and her gown shimmered slightly with every step. A picture of grace and concern—at least, that’s what she wanted people to see.

Her eyes landed on me, and she offered a soft, surprised smile. "Oh... you’re here too," she said sweetly, placing a hand over her chest. "Does that mean she was found not guilty?" Her gaze slid over to Damon as if expecting him to correct her.

Damon didn’t look at her. He kept his eyes on his plate, slicing a piece of meat slowly. "She’s innocent," he said plainly.

"Ah," Allison replied, her smile widening. "Then why does she look so pale? So weak?"

She tilted her head slightly, like she was genuinely curious. But her eyes kept flicking to my bandages, to my face, to the way I shifted in the seat from the pain.

’The bitch is just checking the water. She wants to know if I have already spilled the beans.’

"I injured her," Damon answered before I could say anything.

I blinked. That was a lie. A very convenient one, but I understood his reasons. There was no way he was going to tell his fellow Alpha that his prisoner snuck out of his well guarded prison, got injured and came back to the prison.

Allison’s lips parted in a small ’oh’, but her expression didn’t match her tone. She turned to me, giving me a pitying look that made my stomach twist.

’Bitch!’

"That must’ve been painful," she murmured, her voice laced with sympathy that didn’t reach her eyes. "You poor thing."

I stared at her. She stared back. Neither of us blinked. She smirked at me, her eyes flickering with devilish intent.

I noticed the way her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her seat. She wasn’t as relaxed as she tried to appear. There was a flicker of tension in her jaw, the kind that only came when someone knew their mask was slipping.

She was nervous, and uncomfortable. I bet she didn’t see this coming, that I would get out of prison and even dine with her after she tried to kill me.

That alone was enough to keep me silent. If she was hiding something, then my silence would dig deeper under her skin than words.

And then... she reached into the tray beside her and picked up a tall glass of red wine. She stood up again, taking careful, elegant steps toward Damon.

"I made this myself," she said sweetly. "You’ve been working too hard. A little boost wouldn’t hurt."

She held out the glass to him with both hands.

Damon looked up, before glancing lazily at the glass of wine in her hand.

My hands tightened at my side, as the memory of the vial flashed through my mind. The poison must be in the wine, a spell that would make him forget about me.

I watched them silently. ’What should I do? Should I save him or watch him fall under the controlling fingers of Alpha Allison?’

’Saving him is my best option if I want to be protected and be able to save Caroline and Lydia. But I can’t just stop him like that... maybe I can drive a wedge between them, breaking their trust. And make Damon see through her lies and conspiracy.’

My chair screeched against the ground. I stood up, walking towards them.