Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 348 Plan

Allison stared at the sight before her, taking in every detail of Rosa’s trembling body, the way her neck was bared in complete submission, and the unwavering steadiness in her eyes that held devotion, loyalty, pain, and hope all woven together. The mixture of emotions radiating from the girl created a pressure so sharp that something twisted painfully inside her chest, a tightening sensation she could not ignore.

"Rosa... don’t do that," Allison whispered gently as she reached out, her fingers lightly brushing under Rosa’s chin to lift her head. "I am not the Alpha you used to know."

"You are," Rosa insisted in a quiet and fragile voice, yet there was a stubborn firmness beneath it. "Even now, I know you care about us." Her voice wavered as she continued, "That alone is enough for me to follow you."

Allison looked away, shame and guilt circling her like a suffocating cloud. "Follow me to where? Into another grave?"

"If we stay here, we will end up in one anyway," Rosa said simply. "At least with you, we still have a chance."

The honesty in those words cut deeper than any physical wound Lucas had ever inflicted on her. Allison blinked several times, trying to keep the threatening heat behind her eyes from spilling over. She had lost everything she once held dear. Yet somehow, despite all of it, this girl continued to believe in her.

"Rosa... how many of you are left?" Allison asked, her voice fading into a soft whisper.

Rosa swallowed before answering. "Not many. A few Omegas and some elders, the rest..." she hesitated, her gaze sinking toward the floor before she forced herself to continue, "...the rest were killed or turned into rogue by the corrupted witches."

Allison felt her breath hitch as a painful wave rolled through her body. She pressed one unsteady hand against her stomach as if she needed the support to remain upright.

"Take me to them," Allison said, her voice steadier than she felt.

Rosa blinked in surprise. "Right now?"

"Yes," Allison replied with a firm nod.

It had been months since any spark of determination had appeared in Allison’s eyes, yet now, a small but undeniable flame lit within them.

Rosa wiped her tears with the back of her hand and nodded. "Follow me, but stay close. If anyone sees us together, they’ll grow suspicious."

Allison walked behind her, moving through the dimly lit hallway in silence. She felt a wave of comfort rush through her, because she was not walking alone. For the first time in a very long while, there was someone at her side.

Rosa guided her to a small, hidden storage room behind a row of unused shelves near the back of the packhouse. She knocked twice, paused, and then gave one more knock, the rhythm was a familiar secret signal used among them. The door cracked open only enough for a single wary eye to peer out, and the moment the woman inside recognized Rosa and Allison, the door swung wider.

Allison froze at the sight that greeted her.

Five werewolves stood inside, all of them thin and dirty, their clothes worn and patched in multiple places, their bodies covered with old bruises and fresh wounds that told stories of suffering. Yet despite their exhaustion, their eyes brightened in a way she had not seen before.

"Alpha..." one of them breathed out, unable to contain the rush of emotion, and he immediately dropped to his knees.

The others followed without hesitation, lowering themselves and baring their necks in complete submission.

Allison’s breath trembled. "Do not kneel. Please... get up."

But none of them moved.

"You are our Alpha," the elder said softly, tears gathering in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. "And seeing you alive... gives us something to hold on to."

Allison’s hand flew to her mouth as she tried to hold back the surge of emotion threatening to escape. "I failed you," she whispered helplessly. "I failed every one of you."

"No," Rosa said firmly as she stepped forward, her voice steady despite the tremor in her body. "You are our last hope now."

Allison’s legs gave way and she sank to her knees in front of them, her hands trembling uncontrollably. "I want to free you... I want to help you escape... but I do not know how."

"We will help," one of the Omegas said quietly. "We know the patrol schedules, and the weak spots."

"Even if it costs us our lives," the elder added, his tone filled with acceptance and loyalty. "We owe you that much."

Allison looked around at the small room, at the people she once led, people who had been beaten down but refused to break completely. For the first time in what felt like forever, her heartbeat steadied instead of stumbling in fear.

She wiped the tears from her cheeks and nodded.

"Then listen carefully," she said in a low, determined voice. "I have something far more important than an escape."

Every werewolf in the room leaned closer, the air thick with anticipation.

"I have a way to send a warning to the Bloodshade pack."

Gasps echoed through the cramped room.

"Lucas is planning to attack the rest of the packs before them," Allison continued. "And if he succeeds... our fate will be worse than death. The corrupted witches will take everything in their path."

Rosa pressed a hand over her mouth, horror flashing in her eyes. "Alpha... if we warn them... what if Alpha Lucas finds out?"

Allison’s jaw tightened. "Worst case, he kills all of us. But if we stay silent... We’ll all end up in shackles worse than death."

A heavy silence filled the room as the weight of her words sank in.

Finally, Rosa nodded slowly. "Tell us what you need us to do."

Allison lifted her chin, her voice gaining strength. "First, I need to know every crack in this packhouse. Every tunnel, and every blind corner. Every patrol changes and everything you have observed."

The wolves exchanged looks, then one by one they lowered their heads in agreement, their determination burning through the exhaustion.

"We will gather everything by tonight," the elder promised.