Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 367 Lies

"Alpha Damon, we are not even sure of what really happened, except for the memories she showed. It could have been tampered with, what if the incident is not as she had shown?" One of the witches from behind yelled, her eyes burning with fury.

Damon lazily tapped his finger on his leg, he turned to me. "My love, what do you have to say?" His eyes held a strange glint of pride.

"What I have shown is exactly what had happened, and it is left for you all to believe it. And by the way, there was a witness to the scene and it happens to be one of you." I said, my eyes resting on one of the witches with brown hair.

Seraphina followed my line of sight and a quick realization hit her. "Ophelia, did you see what happened?"

Ophelia swallowed, her gaze met with Seraphina before shakily facing us. "I was there when everything happened, I was following Irene because she had been a little distressed about our future queen’s illness." She sniffled, wiping off the beads of sweat trickling down her forehead.

"I happened to hear Irene begging Ember for her blood, that it would be of help to Seraphina. Ember agreed and said they should go back to Seraphina’s room and prepare for the needful. Ember turned to leave, and I saw Irene trying to touch her but then Ember sent vines piercing through her..." Ophelia sniffled again, and tears trailed down her cheeks.

’Bloody liar, f**king bloody liar.’ My hand shook with anger.

"Seraphina, Irene didn’t try to take her heart, she was just killed for nothing. Irene looked so surprised by the sudden turn of events, when she asked Ember why she did what she did, Ember replied that it was for what the witches did to Alpha Damon and her in the witches’ realm... so I ran away, barely escaping after she sent a vine through Irene’s head." Ophelia burst out in broken sobs.

"Ember let me out, let me rip off her lying mouth," Layla growled in my head, trying desperately to come out.

A growl escaped my mouth, and that sent the already tensed room into a spiral.

"Alpha Damon, your mate is trying to silence Ophelia because she happens to speak the truth." One of the witches yelled.

"Justice for Irene." Another witch shouted.

The chants echoed off the stone walls, bouncing back louder and uglier.

"Punish her."

"Make her pay for what she’s done."

The words pressed against my ears until my skull throbbed. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, grounding myself before Layla could force her way out. The urge to tear Ophelia apart was overwhelming, hot, and suffocating, but I stayed where I was, breathing slowly.

Damon rose from his seat. The movement alone was enough to silence half the room.

The lazy air around him vanished in an instant, replaced by a sharp and dangerous aura. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Sit down," he said calmly.

The witches nearest to him stiffened. A few obeyed without thinking, dropping back into their seats as if their bodies moved before their minds could catch up. The ones still standing swallowed hard.

His silver eyes swept across the room, lingering on the witches who had shouted the loudest. "You are in my territory," he said evenly. "And you are speaking about my mate."

A murmur rippled through the room.

One witch scoffed nervously. "Alpha Damon, emotions are clouding your judgment, she is dangerous."

Damon tilted his head slightly. "Dangerous?" He let out a short, humorless chuckle. "You mean powerful. Those are not the same thing."

I felt his presence shift beside me, solid and unwavering. His hand brushed against mine briefly, a silent reassurance that grounded the storm raging inside my chest.

Seraphina stepped forward then, her face pale but composed. "Enough," she said sharply. "This is not how justice is decided."

She turned to Ophelia, her gaze hardening. "Ophelia, are you sure about this?"

Ophelia’s sobs hitched. "Yes... I’m very sure. By the time I found you, you were already confronting Ember."

"Good," Seraphina repeated slowly. "As long as I’m here, you are safe."

The room grew quieter, becoming very uneasy.

I lifted my chin. "Funny how detailed your memory is," I said softly. "It felt almost...rehearsed."

Ophelia flinched as if struck. "I would never lie about something like this."

"Of course not," I replied calmly, turning to the witches. "You would rather believe her words than the memories I showed. You all are witches and you all understand it is not easy to distort memories. But I understand that her side of the story suits you best."

Layla snarled in my head, pacing like a caged beast. "Just rip all their throats out."

"Irene is dead," Damon said flatly. "That much is true. But blaming my mate based on a single testimony, while dismissing shared memories, tells me this is not about truth."

His gaze snapped to Ophelia. "It is about convenience."

Ophelia shook her head frantically. "You’re defending her because she’s yours."

"Yes," Damon said without hesitation. "And because I know her, she would never take a life unless highly provoked."

Something in his certainty made my chest tighten.

Seraphina inhaled deeply. "There will be an investigation at least," she said at last. "No verdict should be passed today until we find out the real truth."

The crowd erupted again, angrier this time.

"This is a cover-up."

"She killed one of us."

"She should be restrained."

That was when I stepped forward.

The room fell quiet as the air shifted, subtle but unmistakable. I let Layla show up slightly, my eyes turned to a shade of purple. "I will not run," I said evenly. "And I’ll not hide."

My eyes locked onto Ophelia’s trembling form. "If you believe your lie will hold, then stand by it. Because when the truth comes out, there will be nowhere left for you to hide."

A hush settled over the room. Damon’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. "Let the investigation begin," he said.