Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 375 Claim Me

(Third Person POV)

Meanwhile, far away from the Bloodshade pack, Theo with Elder Dominic, a group of Bloodshade warriors, and several witches stepped out of a portal, stepping straight into chaos the moment their feet touched the ground of the Moonlight pack. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The air was thick with the stench of blood, fear, and fire razing the place, and the sounds of whimpers, growls, and desperate cries filled every corner of the territory.

The Moonlight pack was already under attack. Rogues tore through the land with merciless ferocity, bodies littering the ground, some unmoving, others still moving weakly.

Theo’s jaw clenched as rage surged through him, his chest tightening painfully at the sight of so many fallen werewolves. They were late, far too late, and the realization sat heavy in his gut.

Theo shifted in one smooth motion, his body expanding and reshaping as his wolf burst free. Fenrir emerged in a flash of golden brown fur, massive and powerful, his presence alone forcing several rogues to hesitate. With a thunderous roar, he charged into the battle.

Fenrir was relentless. He tore through the rogues like they were nothing more than obstacles in his path, his claws and fangs striking with lethal precision.

Every movement was fueled by fury and urgency, and by the need to protect whoever was still alive. Blood splattered against his fur, the ground trembling beneath his weight as he fought without restraint.

Around him, the Bloodshade warriors and witches joined the fight, magic clashing with brute strength as they pushed back the rogue forces. Slowly, painfully, the tide began to turn.

By the time the last rogue fell, the Moonlight pack began to help the injured, and they also moved the bodies of the fallen.

Theo shifted back into his human form, his chest heaving as he scanned the devastation around him. Too many had fallen, the victory felt hollow, tainted by loss that could not be undone.

Some of the witches began opening portals, ushering the surviving Moonlight pack members toward the Bloodshade territory, their faces drawn and hollow with shock.

This was the best choice in case there was a second wave of attack.

Theo helped where he could, lifting the injured, guiding the shaken, offering silent reassurance when words felt meaningless.

That was when he felt a strange pull tugged at his chest, sudden and sharp, as if something invisible had wrapped around his heart and yanked. He froze mid-step, his breath hitching as a scent invaded his senses.

Lavender. Sweet and soft, yet tormenting in a way he could not explain. It wrapped around him, seeped into his lungs, and sent waves of restlessness through his body.

It felt familiar and unfamiliar all at once, comforting and unsettling, like something he had been missing without ever knowing it.

Fenrir stirred violently inside him.

Theo turned slowly, his gaze sweeping across the clearing. The scent grew stronger, calling to him, pulling him away from the pack. Without fully understanding why, he followed it, his steps carrying him beyond the Moonlight territory and into the woods.

The forest was quiet, shadows stretching long between the trees. Theo moved carefully, his senses sharpened, his heart pounding harder with every step. When the scent finally stopped, he frowned, confusion knitting his brows together. The lavender was strongest here, overwhelming even, yet there was no one in sight.

He searched the area thoroughly, circling the clearing once, then twice, his hope slowly dimming. With a frustrated sigh, he reached up and pushed his glasses back, his expression turning dull as disappointment settled in.

As he was about to turn and leave, he smelled blood.

Theo stiffened, his gaze snapping toward a large tree just ahead. Behind it, partially hidden by a bush, dark stains of blood were on the leaves and ground beneath. His heart skipped as he approached cautiously, every instinct screaming at him to be careful.

He crouched slowly and pushed the branches aside.

He froze, as if time had refused to move.

A pair of brown eyes stared back at him, fierce yet cute, wary yet undeniably captivating. Time seemed to stop as their gazes locked, and for a moment, the world around them ceased to exist.

Theo’s breath caught in his throat.

The girl before him was peerlessly beautiful in his eyes, not in a way that felt exaggerated or unreal, but in a way that struck straight to his core.

Her doe-like eyes were wide and expressive, her long straight black hair falling loosely around her face, her lips soft and pink, her features flawless and perfectly balanced as if nature itself had taken its time with her.

He felt like he was floating on cloud nine, his mind struggling to keep up with what his heart already seemed to know.

Before he could even form a thought, her fist connected with his face.

Pain exploded as something cracked, and Theo was knocked back slightly, blinking in stunned silence. The forest went completely still, both of them frozen as they processed what had just happened.

They spoke at the same time, their voices barely above a whisper.

"Mate."

Theo’s glasses lay broken on the ground, but he barely registered it. All he could see was her... his mate. His chest tightened as realization sank in, awe and disbelief flooding him all at once.

The Goddess had shown him mercy, she gave him a werewolf as a mate!

The curse that seemed to plague their circle had been broken, and his mate stood right in front of him, beautiful and wolfy, and she even had a temper. Fenrir howled triumphantly in his head, pacing with barely contained excitement.

"Claim her," Fenrir growled impatiently.

Theo swallowed and gently reached out, cupping her face with trembling hands as if she might vanish if he did not ground himself. "Where are you from?" he asked softly.

She blinked, clearly torn, but the pull between them was undeniable, and her wolf stirred restlessly beneath her skin. "The Moonlight pack," she admitted quietly. "I am the Beta’s daughter."

Relief and warmth washed through him. "I am Theo," he said, his voice steady despite the storm inside him. "Gamma of the Bloodshade pack."

"I am Hazel," she replied.

Their gazes locked again, something deep and unspoken passing between them. Theo removed what remained of his broken glasses, letting them fall to the ground as he leaned in and claimed her lips.

The kiss was fierce and desperate, like finding water in a desert after a lifetime of thirst. Every touch felt heightened, every sensation amplified, as if his body had been waiting for this moment all along. His blood burned hot, his wolf clawing at his restraint, desperate to claim her fully.

Theo pulled back slightly, breathing hard, not wanting to scare her.

Hazel tugged him back, her eyes heavy and drowsy, her voice barely audible as she whispered, "Claim me."

And with those words, the last of Theo’s restraint shattered.