Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet
Chapter 82 The Mark

Chapter 82: Chapter 82 The Mark

When the tears finally slowed, I pulled back slowly, not meeting his eyes. My cheeks burned in embarrassment, and I looked away.

"It was just a dream," I muttered, even though I knew deep down it wasn’t.

Damon stood up without a word. "I’ll give you a moment," he said, then walked out of the room and quietly closed the door behind him.

I sat there on the couch, my body still trembling a little. ’Like seriously, he just walked away like that? Is he a ghost or something? Isn’t he supposed to make sure I am feeling better?’

My thoughts were spinning, but one thing was clear: that dream wasn’t just a dream. It felt so vivid and heart-wrenching. The white wolf... I couldn’t help but wonder who it was, but he looked exactly like Damon in his wolf form.

I sighed. This must be my mind playing games with me. I leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling with tired eyes.

I knew Damon had always kept me close for reasons I didn’t fully trust. But tonight, his presence had been the only thing keeping me together, though it was just for a short while. And as much as I hated to admit it, part of me had felt safe in his arms.

Thinking back, things have been happening—things I couldn’t explain—like the mysterious lady, the blue shimmering portal, the butterflies and flowers, and the strange mark on my back.

’I haven’t seen the mark yet.’

I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. Opening the door was a little problem for my mummified hands, but I managed to. When I got inside, I walked to the front of the vanity mirror. I stared at my face... my face. My mummified hand faintly traced along my jawline. How much I had changed. I was really gone—my face, my identity were totally gone.

My eyes softened with sadness. I bet my parents would be done with my funeral now. I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes.

’Okay, enough of that. Let’s check what this marking is all about.’

I tried to pull my gown; passing a camel head through the eye of a needle might be simpler than using a mummified hand to undress.

I sighed after numerous tries. Finally, I was able to take the clothes off. ’Guess passing a camel through the eye of a needle is more impossible.’

My full body reflected in the mirror. I could see my bones accumulating some flesh. I was getting fatter. I smiled at the little curve forming on my body. I turned around to see the mark on my lower left shoulder.

It was a little difficult to see the marking, as I had to crane my neck back. However, I managed to catch a glimpse of it. It was red, with the shape of a moon... no, it was the shape of a wolf head.

’Wait, isn’t that the same shape as Damon’s precious locket?’ My heart stuttered in my chest. I moved closer to the mirror, but I still couldn’t see it properly.

In my panic to see if I was right about the marking, the sight of a hand mirror appeared from the corner of my eyes. I rushed to grab it, and I returned back to the front of the big mirror. I backed it, raising the hand mirror to see what was reflecting on it.

The shattering of the hand mirror echoed through the room. Its shards pierced through my legs, but I didn’t have time to react to the pain that stung. My body shook from confusion and fear. ’What is happening to me?’ I stumbled back into the wall.

My ragged breath filled the air. Tears streamed down my cheeks. ’Why do I have the shape of Damon’s locket on my back... why?’ I covered my lips to stop my crying sound.

’Will he kill me or torture me for this?’

"You must not let anyone see the mark, especially Damon." The mysterious lady’s words echoed in my head like rippling water.

’So this was the reason. Oh my God, what should I do now?’

’Stop panicking, Ember. Maybe he might come to treat you better if he sees the mark on you,’ the other part of my mind said.

I shook my head. Damon didn’t look like someone who would believe the mark was a natural one. He would suspect me of trying to get his favour and attention. He would despise me. That psychopath is not ready to move on from whatever memories that locket holds.

"He must not see this," I muttered.

Suddenly, the door flew open, revealing Damon standing at the entrance of the door. His cold eyes fixated on me as if he had just caught me stealing from him.

My heart pounded heavily against my chest. I stood frozen like a statue, blood draining out of my face. The person I wanted to hide from right now was standing in front of me.

Damon’s gaze swept over me for a second longer than necessary before moving to the ground, full of pieces of shattered mirror. Then his gaze returned back to me, before moving to my lower area.

’I’m dead, if he sees my mark. I’m fucking good as dead.’

He moved, his foot crossing the threshold, stepping into the bathroom. My eyes widened in horror, my lips parted to shout in protest, but nothing came out except my ragged breath.

He slowly walked towards me, his eyes did not leave me for a second. "Ember..." he drawled, my name rolled out perfectly out of his tongue. "What is happening here?"

But no words came out of my mouth. I pressed my back against the cold wall. Its chillness was the only hope I had that he could not see the mark—that it was completely hidden from him... but I wonder for how long.

"You are hurt." His eyes trailed to my feet, before they slowly travelled up my body, resting on my chest region.

I followed his line of sight, and that was when realization hit me like a freight train.

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