Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 383 Broken

Something broke inside me, and my chest tightened so hard that I couldn’t breathe. "Pregnant," I muttered so low under my breath.

Tears trickled down my cheeks slowly, and my fingers trembled on my lap.

This was good news, a very good one. It was supposed to be the joy and light in my life, but fate is so cruel to give me one now.

I gasped for air in shock, my shoulders trembling as a wave of emotions hit me.

Was our situation going to be like his first mate’s? What would Damon do if he learnt that we are going to have a baby but I so happen to be dying a couple of days from now?

Which meant his hope and happiness would be taken away before he could realise them.

My hand shakily touched my stomach, breaking down in sobs.

I turned to Seraphina, holding her hand. "I don’t mind dying, how can I save my baby?" I asked desperately.

Seraphina stiffened, her eyes conveying my worst fear.

"No, no, there must be a way, right," I repeated like a broken record.

"The only way is to look for another person matching your energy. This method is very difficult and dangerous, and not only that, but the baby must be over a month old, to be able to move it to another person. This method will not work because you are just a few days pregnant, not even up to a week." Seraphina said, grabbing my hands.

"I think the best thing you can do now is let Damon know. He has the right to know, Ember... and I know you came here because of the bracelet, however, I don’t think we can take the risk of removing it now that you have a child." She added.

My shoulders slumped, as the dull ache in my chest throbbed nonstop. I shook my head slowly. "Damon, cannot know about this," I said, remembering how heartbroken he was when he lost his child and mate the first time.

No sane person can survive such an ordeal twice. It really was a cruel fate.

Seraphina remained silent. She looked clueless about how to comfort me. She took a deep sigh. "Then, the other solution is to keep you alive."

"That’s not possible." I slowly wiped off the tears from my face.

"You are only sick, we can both find a way."

"No, we can’t. The sickness is not curable. I’m not only a Chosen, but also the seed of the Sacred tree. I must die for there to be balance in the world again," I shook my head dispiritedly. "It can’t be cured."

The little hope in Seraphina’s eyes died down. "So it was true... You are the seed." She chuckled bitterly. "I thought fate was cruel to me, it seems it had even shown me a little mercy. Ember, don’t give up, once I awaken my inheritance, I will have all the memories of my ancestors. Maybe then we can find a solution."

I nodded my head, not fully convinced. There was only one person before me who was the seed of the sacred tree. But it happened thousands of years ago. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Thank you," I muttered. I rose slowly, walking dispiritedly towards the door.

Seraphina raised her hand to stop me, but they fell on her lap again.

I walked mindlessly down the hall, not knowing exactly where to go, but somehow I ended up in the meadow where Caroline and Lydia were buried.

I stand at their graves, falling to my butt. I pulled my knees closer to my chest, resting my head on them.

"Sorry, I didn’t bring you any flowers." I tapped my finger in the air without changing my position. The air rippled like water, and translucent blue butterflies materialized, beating their wings gracefully. They flew around the graveyard, scattered, decorating the sky with their beautiful grace.

"It’s been a while since we last talked. I think I’m doing okay. Today I just found out that I’m carrying a child, however, the irony is, I’m going to die very soon. I happen to be the seed of a sacred tree... the tree is huge and has golden leaves." I spoke slowly.

"And I’m going to die so the world will be safe again. Now I don’t know what to do, I feel like the world is closing in on me. I wonder sometimes, could it be Damon and I weren’t meant to be happy? I don’t mind dying, that I can accept, but my child, he can’t die." I continued, tears streaming down my cheeks.

One of the butterflies rested on my cheek close to my eye, it felt like it was trying to console me. That little act made my chest clenched harder, like someone was trying to squeeze the life out of it.

I broke down in sobs. I really wished I hadn’t transmigrated into this world. I should have just died and ended my story right there. Why did I come to go through hell?

"Ember." Layla sobbed inside my head. "What should we do?"

"I don’t know Layla, I don’t know." My voice cracked.

"Don’t cry too much, we wouldn’t want to hurt the baby." Layla paused. "You are not alone, we are in this together, so don’t carry all the burdens by yourself." She added.

I nodded my head. The butterfly flapped its wings and flew away. I buried my head down, my shoulders shaking violently, the only sound in the air was my sobs.

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(Damon POV)

Lately, I’ve been having waves of emotions rushing through me, emotions that don’t belong to me. Ranging from pain, fear, happiness, longing, to lies.

I knew Ember had been keeping secrets. All I wanted was for her to see me as someone she could confide in. But it appears she doesn’t trust me that much.

My fingers drummed on the study table in front of me. ’What can I do to make her trust me?’

In my thoughts, a strong wave of grief and frustration hit me so hard as if I was punched in the stomach. Uncontrollable tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Mate, our mate is hurting." Beowulf howled in my head.

"Ember," I muttered as I jumped to my feet.

It didn’t take me another second before I rushed out of the room, trying to locate her through her scent.