Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet
Chapter 79 Insane Request

Chapter 79: Chapter 79 Insane Request

I grimaced as he wrapped the bandages around my hand. Then, he brought his head closer, blowing air on the wounds.

My eyes widened, almost bulging out. ’This... this... isn’t Damon.’

"Master... what are you doing?"

"Blowing air on your wounds so it doesn’t hurt," he answered without looking up at me.

"But that... that is very unlike you. You are scaring me, Master."

He sighed. He spared me a glance before he focused back on what he was doing.

"You don’t know me, Ember," he muttered.

"I want to. Tell me more about yourself, help me to understand you."

’So I can find a way to make you grant my request.’

"All you need to know is, I have a deep feud with the witches and the Fae. They took something very important from me, so I swore to make them pay for what I have lost. Their lives will serve as collateral damage for what they have done," he said, as if he was discussing the weather.

A glint passed through his eyes. "It is just sad that the Fae are difficult to catch, as they live in another realm. I would love to rip them apart."

"What they took must be very special to you. But why kill the ones that have no idea of what the real culprit has done to offend you?"

He dropped the hand and took the other one. "You don’t understand, Ember. This is more than just personal reasons—this is a political issue. One I will not let die down all in the name of peaceful negotiations." His jaw hardened.

My heart panged as he bandaged the second hand with the same sharp focus. I wasn’t sure what hurt more—the sting of the powder, or the wall he kept between us.

When he finished, I stared at him. "So... that locket," I whispered, almost unsure if I should bring it up again. "Is it related to your hatred? To the witches and the Fae?"

He froze for a second. His shoulders tensed. Then he gently pushed me off his lap and slowly rose to his feet, walking away from me. I thought he wasn’t going to answer.

Silence hung thick between us until he finally said, "Yes."

That one word felt like thunder.

"But that is all you have to know," he added, his voice flat. "Don’t think of probing further."

I swallowed. I had so many questions, but I knew better than to push him when his jaw was clenched like that. So I stayed quiet for a moment, watching him pace toward the window like a restless storm in a cage.

I knew I had to bring up Caroline and Lydia again. If I waited too long, it might be too late.

"Master," I called softly. "Now that you’re done tending my wounds, can we... talk about something else? Something important."

His back was still to me. "What is it?"

"Caroline and Lydia," I said. "Please... release them. They’ve suffered enough already."

"You’re persistent." His voice was eerily low.

"I am," I said. "Especially when people I care about are about to be killed."

He didn’t say anything. He stood unmoving in his spot, silent again, like he was battling something internally.

After a few moments, I moved a little closer toward him. "You said you have rules. Fine. I get that. But they weren’t casting spells, Master. They didn’t use any magic. They were helping me—because I asked them to."

His voice came out low. "And if I let them live, others will think they can break the rules and get away with it. Do you understand the kind of message that sends in a pack like mine?"

"Then don’t let them get away with it," I said quickly. "Punish them. Make it public if you want. But... don’t kill them." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Fine, you don’t have to change your rules and beliefs. You know what, just kill me with them. After all, I was the one who wore the cloak."

Damon stayed quiet for a long moment, his back still facing me. His fingers drummed on his thigh in a rhythmic beat, like he was still thinking. Then finally, he spoke.

"If I must change their sentence, Ember," his voice was low and controlled, "then you’ll have to give me something in return."

My eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

He turned to face me, his expression unreadable. "A trade. Their lives for a task."

Something about the way he said it sent a cold shiver down my spine. I didn’t trust that look in his eyes.

"What kind of task?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He stepped closer, stopping just a few feet away from me. "There’s been... movement in the forest," he said. "Scouts went missing yesterday. I suspect rogues—or worse. I was going to send warriors, but perhaps..." his gaze dropped to my bandaged hands. "Perhaps you’d like to prove that those girls are worth saving."

"You want me to go into the forest?" I blinked, unsure if I heard him right.

He nodded slowly. "You won’t be alone. I’ll assign someone to watch over you from a distance. But you’ll be the one going in. Bring back proof of what’s hiding there. If you come back alive... they live."

’I knew that those moments and actions of his were too good to be true. How can a psychopath change his way?!’

"That’s insane," I muttered. "I’m injured, I can barely..."

"You’re standing, aren’t you?" His tone turned cold again. "If they mean that much to you, you’ll do it."

I looked down at my hands. They still throbbed under the bandages, and I could feel the sting of his medicine lingering in my skin. But the thought of Lydia and Caroline dying just because they helped me...

I met his eyes again. "Fine," I said, swallowing my fear. "I’ll do it. Just don’t touch them until I return."

His lips curved into the faintest smirk. "As you wish."