Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 336 Light in the Dark

Damon tossed my gown to me, his face remained stoic, even when we finished dressing. I sat on the bed, tying the lace of the dress. "So you are going to remain quiet?" I asked again, staring at him from under my lashes.

I felt a little guilty for even trying to leave without letting him know, I knew he was worried and scared that I was gone, even afraid that I might have left him.

"Are you okay?" His hoarse voice finally said.

I raised my head to meet his gaze. The black dress he wore made him look more unapproachable, his killer eyes stared at me with a mixed expression.

"I’m fine." My voice came out weaker than I intended.

"You got your wolf back, I’m happy for you." He said, although he sounded sincere, his voice was distant and lacked warmth.

"Her name is Layla." I ignored the attitude he was giving.

Then silence stretched through the room again, and I slightly fumbled with my hands. There was no doubt that I was the one in the wrong. "I’m sorry for trying to leave without letting you know, and I apologize for not believing you." I lowered my head.

’I’m the master, but here I am apologizing to my pet.’

He remained silent, his hands tucked in his pocket.

"So you are not going to say anything after apologising to you, if you want to be mad at me fine, if you don’t want to talk to me anymore just say so, stop giving me the silent treatment." I snapped out at him, my brows furrowing in disappointment.

His eyes gleamed dangerously, but whatever it was, it disappeared immediately, replaced by indifference. He strode closer to me, then he grabbed my hand, yanking me up. "You doubted me when I spoke nothing but the truth, now that I remain silent so you won’t misunderstand me, you are mad at me?" He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"And I’m saying I’m sorry, I was wrong for doubting you. And I realized my mistake too late." I looked away from him, unable to meet his gaze.

"You believed that rat instead of me, so am I that shallow in your eyes? Why did you come back? Why didn’t you stay with your precious Rhydian?" His voice carried dark malice, as if one wrong word he would snap and go berserk.

At the mention of Rhydian, my heart grew bitter remembering how he betrayed and tricked me. He even lied to me to keep me away from Damon. "He’s an asshole," I muttered under my breath, my confidence deflating like a balloon.

"Oh, now he is an asshole?" He asked in a dark amusement.

"Yes." I puckered my lips in disappointment.

He scoffed. "I can’t believe I almost went mad over you, when you chose to leave me, and learning from the witch how Rhydian pulled you into the barrier, I lost my senses, trying to get to the fae realm. But here you are, perfectly fine, guess I overreacted." His brooding gaze swept over me like a winter wind, his voice tinged with pain and disappointment.

"And who said I was perfectly fine?" I looked up at him with teary eyes, the tears streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. I hated being this vulnerable, I hated that he wouldn’t listen to me. I pulled my hand from his grip, but his grip was firm like a handcuff.

"Everyone makes mistakes, and I’m not trying to guilt-trip you, but I forgave you for everything you did, why are you so narrow-minded?" My eyes flared as I burst out in anger.

His gaze remained cold, his expression unreadable. His lips twitched... "So I don’t have the right to be mad, is that what you are trying to say?"

I shook my head instantly. "No, you have all the right to be mad at me..." I sighed in exasperation. Then I tilted my head to meet his gaze which looked like nothing but an endless abyss. "Everything we went through Damon, in the witches’ realm, me forgetting about my identity, me being nothing but a worthless omega and breeder, abandoned by my parents, and all the misfortune in my life was all done by my mother." I paused, trying to keep my emotions in check.

"Rhydian came to me at the request of my mother and uncle, apparently he was working for them all this time. He lied to me, framing you, and I foolishly believed, I hate myself for that. But getting there, what welcomed me was my uncle and mother trying to take away my powers, failing to do so, she then told me the horrible history of my life." My shoulders trembled slightly.

I told him everything that happened excluding the prophecy content. "So all my life I have been nothing but a prawn in their game. If I can’t trust my own family, who can I trust?" Tears spilled down my cheeks.

Damon’s gaze softened, his heart aching for me. "I’m sorry to hear that Ember... but I want you to know that I’m family too, I’m no saint, but I’ll do everything to protect you, even if I have to go hell and beyond... I’m sorry that you have to go through all of that alone, I should have been there with you." A tear trickled down his cheeks.

His grip over my wrist loosened, his callous thumb wiping off the tears from my face. "Don’t cry anymore, as long as I live, I won’t let anyone hurt you again... I’m sorry for being so incompetent again." He lowered his head, overcome with guilt.

I tilted his chin. "You are not incompetent, you are the only light in my dark," I muttered so low that it felt like a thought.

"And so are you... the only light in my dark life." Damon said, his gaze held in my spot, drawing me to their depths.

"I shouldn’t be... I can’t be." I took a step back as the memories of dying soon flashed through my head. ’I can’t let him love me, he shouldn’t fall for me... else he would be broken.’

"Why?" He asked, grabbing my shoulders, pulling me closer, his eyes searching my eyes as if they held the answers.

"I don’t know." I looked away.

"Do you love me?" His voice was desperate, as if his life depended on my answer.

"I don’t Damon, let me go." I struggled to pull away from him, but his grip was firm and inescapable.

"You don’t? Then, I’ll help you find out." Before I could understand what he meant, his lips crashed over mine.