Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 134 If You Want to Have Me

And that wasn’t the only thing that was changed, the bed sheets were also changed. ’Who changed me? It can’t be Damon right?’

My head hurts, in fact, everywhere hurts. I don’t even know what happened to not having sex with him. What happened to my will?... Well, it is just one night... I’ll take it as a one-night stand.

I pulled myself up to sit, every movement was like torture. ’Now I have only nine days to prepare for my escape.’ My gaze swept across the room, and the candles and the rose petals were nowhere to be seen. The room had returned to its normal boring state. Although it’s boring... I think I might miss it a little bit.

My stomach grumbled angrily. ’Why does it feel like I’ve been starving for weeks?’ I wrapped my arms around my stomach.

The entrance door to the room creaked open, and a figure with a huge frame stepped inside the room, I did not need to see his face to know who he was.

His raven black was slicked back, with a few strands falling over his face. His black eyes flickered with surprise before they returned to their normal coldness.

My chest tightened with mixed feelings, I didn’t know exactly what they were but they made my heart beat erratically. Every step he took closer made me want to melt into the bedsheets.

"You are awake?" His voice was lower, like a soft hum.

"Yes... Master."

’Wasn’t supposed to?’

His gaze swept over me before it stopped at my neck, and unreadable emotions flicked through his eyes.

He leaned closer, bending his back slightly. His hands caressed my cheeks, his thumb lingering on my lips before he pulled them away.

"You must be hungry..."

I nodded, cutting off his words. A smirk formed on his lips. "I’ll have someone bring some food for you. But before that, I need to put some bandages on your wound."

The space beside me deepened as he sat close to me. My fingers to the wound on my neck, I’ve been lost in thoughts wondering what it meant. Does he want me to be his mate?

"Master... Why did you mark me?" I fidgeted with my hands, averting my eyes from his burning gaze.

"It is not a mark... it is a bite. I almost ripped your head off." He said nonchalantly as if he were discussing the weather.

My hands flew to my neck. "You wanted to rip my head off? Why?" I moved away from him. But before I could get further, he pulled me back. I crashed into his chest.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "If I really wanted to do that, I don’t think you would still be here. And for someone who has slept more than a week, you look very energized."

My brain stopped functioning for a moment, then it rebooted again. ’What did he just say? I have been sleeping for more than a week. Me?’

I looked up at him. "What do you mean by I have been sleeping for more than a week? Was it not last night we did it?"

Damon sighed, he cupped my face. "No, this is the ninth day. I was surprised to see you wake up this early..." He said. "Was it because I didn’t go all the way with the marking?" He muttered under his breath.

"No, no, no. This has to be a prank." All my plans had been ruined... if I had been sleeping for nine days, then I was supposed to leave at midnight. But I haven’t made any plans with Caroline and Lydia. Which means I’m stuck in this place.

"Relax, Ember." He pulled into an embrace.

My body stiffened. "Why are you hugging me? You didn’t even spend the night here."

"And how did you know that I have not spent the night here?" his voice dripped with amusement.

"So... You are going to mate with your Luna tonight. What about me? What about us?" I raised my head to look at him.

"You don’t have to worry about that, I’ll make sure she won’t be able to lay a hand on you. After all, I’m only mating with her because of the war. And as for you..." His eyes lingered on mine for a second longer. "... You are my pet."

’Fuck this man, he sure knows how to ruin things.’ I averted my gaze, my eyes slowly turned cold, losing their warmth.

"That is true, I am your pet. But I highly doubt your Luna would want to share you with me, after all, we werewolves are very protective of our mates." My voice was emotionless.

My heart ached from disappointment, and the fact that I couldn’t let go of him. He is not a prince charming, but I loved him even with his numerous flaws. At first, I thought it was because of his looks, but I realized it wasn’t... he just treated me in a way no one has ever had.

Who wouldn’t love a man who would face the world, and kill anyone who hurts you? His actions are crude but there is love underneath those actions. I guess I was wrong.

A growl rumbled from his chest. "You are turning eighteen soon, will you leave me for your mate?"

I looked at him, then I scoffed. "Of course, I’ll leave you for my mate. You don’t expect me to leave my god sent mate for you, who is taking another mate."

Suddenly, the air grew tense, almost suffocating to breathe. "YOU ARE MINE." He snarled in my ears.

’Don’t burst my eardrum with your insecurity.’

I pulled away from his embrace, my voice trembling with emotions. "But that is the reality, you can’t eat your cake and have it."

"But you are my pet, I bought you. Even if you find a mate today, they can’t have you unless they go through me first. And except he is stronger than me, I highly doubt that he can win." His gaze darkened.

"If you want to have me, you have to show me that you want me only."

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