Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet
Chapter 72 His Blood

Chapter 72: Chapter 72 His Blood

At his command, Alaric mindlinked the other werewolf guards, who came growling and snarling minutes later. Some of the guards went out to bring all of her subordinates.

Alpha Allison’s face flushed with embarrassment. "Alpha Damon, how could you treat me in such a manner?" Her voice trembled.

Damon didn’t spare her a word. He scooped me into his arms, then walked hastily toward his room.

"Father, what is going on?" Theo rushed to Damon, walking beside him. His eyes flicked to my convulsing form in his arms. A frown formed on his face.

"Alpha Allison tried to poison me. But Ember drank it." He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Alpha Allison... how is that possible?" Theo pushed back his glasses. He was beyond stunned.

"No time for explanation. Go and get me the healer. Then summon all the elders..." he paused. "We should prepare for war." He burst the door open.

Before Theo could say anything, the door was slammed shut in his face. His brows deepened in a frown. "War?" His eyes darkened. He turned around and walked hurriedly to get the healer.

Damon gently scooped me in his arms as he sat on the chair. "Ember, say something." His voice was stern, but I knew it was all a façade. Or it could be real—he just didn’t know how to express his worry.

He cupped my face. "You knew the wine was poisoned, didn’t you? Now say something—what happened to your razor-sharp mouth?"

But my body went limp in his embrace. My stomach churned. I felt like my insides were being squeezed out. Hot blood erupted from my throat. I coughed, choking on my own blood.

"Fuck!" He rose up, dashing to the bathroom with me in his arms.

His eyes gleamed as he stared at the bathtub filled with water.

"Hold on, okay? I’ll try to get your temperature down."

Just then, the door opened. Maids hurried inside with a bucket of ice and poured the contents into the bathtub.

When they were done, they disappeared as quickly as they had arrived.

Damon ripped my shirt off, revealing the bandage underneath. He carried me into the bathtub.

He entered alongside me, sitting behind me. The cold from the water was like rain in a drought to me. The chill seeped through my skin, cooling the burning sensation in my body.

My breath began to stabilize, but the burn on my shoulder didn’t reduce one bit.

"You’ll be fine, Ember," he muttered. "I’ll make the culprit pay dearly for touching you. I’ll make sure I rip off their limbs slowly before ripping their head off." His voice dripped with malicious intent.

A sharp knock sounded on the door not long after. Damon didn’t answer—it swung open on its own, pushed by Theo.

Behind him, a tall man stepped in. His scent was thick with healing herbs.

"The healer is here," Theo said.

"Alpha," the healer greeted.

Damon gave him a nod.

The man walked briskly to the tub, his eyes scanning me from head to toe without needing an invitation. He crouched down beside us, his gaze lingering on my face before he placed two fingers gently against my neck.

"She’s burning up from the inside," he murmured. "But it’s not the usual fever. Her body is rejecting something... or trying to."

Damon’s brows furrowed. "Can you explain?"

The healer nodded slowly. "Whatever poison she took in—her body’s fighting it. Not like most would. It’s... forcefully pushing it out. Almost like her blood is rejecting it as foreign." He paused, eyes narrowing in confusion. "I’ve seen werewolves poisoned, but never this kind of reaction. She’s not just resisting it. She’s purging it."

"What do you mean?" Damon asked, his voice tightening. "Is she going to survive or not?"

The healer didn’t answer right away. He reached into his satchel, pulled out a tiny vial, and uncorked it beneath my nose. I flinched, my face twitching. Damon tightened his hold protectively.

"She’s still responsive. That’s a good sign," the healer said. "But I can’t say what she is... not exactly. She’s different. Something in her blood fights like it’s alive on its own."

"She’s special," Damon muttered, as if he’d known all along.

The healer nodded slowly. "Yes. But I don’t know what she is. What I do know is she needs a strong immune boost—something that will work with her body’s odd rhythm, not against it."

He looked up at Damon. "Your blood."

Damon blinked. "What?"

"Your blood," the healer repeated. "You’re a Lycan Alpha. And your blood holds the strongest regenerative properties in this pack. If anyone can stabilize her, it’s you."

Damon looked down at me, his jaw tightening. I could feel his hesitation even in my limp state. Giving someone Alpha blood wasn’t simple.

"She’ll die without it," the healer said firmly. "Her body is strong, but she’s reaching her limit."

Without another word, Damon drew a dagger from his side. He pressed the blade against his palm and dragged it across. Drops of blood fell into the water, turning it red.

I was half-conscious, barely hanging on, but the scent of his blood still reached me.

’What now? Are they going to turn me into a vampire?’

Damon leaned forward, pressing his bleeding hand gently to my lips. "Drink," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I didn’t move.

’That’s disgusting.’

He cupped the back of my head and tilted it just slightly. "Come on, Ember. You were strong enough to drink poison. Don’t you dare die now."

Some of the blood slipped into my mouth. At first, nothing happened. Then suddenly, my throat moved. I swallowed.

Then again. My body jerked once before going still again, and Damon’s eyes darted up to the healer.

"She’s responding," the healer said quickly. "Good. Let her drink a bit more."

Damon didn’t hesitate. He pressed his palm harder to my lips, watching me closely. Each drop I swallowed seemed to ease something inside me.

The violent heat that had scorched my skin began to simmer, and the pain in my shoulder faded to a dull ache.

My lashes fluttered. I wasn’t awake yet... but I wasn’t losing consciousness either.