Transmigrated: The Lycan King’s Pet

Hours have gone by and the three idiots sleeping on the mat have refused to sleep. If they did not sleep how am I supposed to sneak out of the room and go to Ember?

My eyes narrowed on them. They look like three fish intertwined together, if I had known this was how it was going to end, why did I even make the effort in the first place?

My heart felt bitter… so bitter that I had the urge to end the three of them.

"I want to go out to handle my business," Rhydian said with a cracked voice. He looked like he was seconds away from shedding tears.

"Damon, should we let him go?" Alaric asked through the mindlink.

I ignored him. Why bother with them if they could not handle one single man to sleep? Was it that difficult? If he refused to sleep, why didn't they just hit the back of his neck so he could sleep for a very long time?

I turned to the window, and the sky was already brightening. A tearless drop escaped my eyes, my plans have gone down the drain and it was because of them!

"I need to go now… except you want me to do it here!" Rhydian struggled to break free from their hold, his chest heaved heavily, sweat covered his skin and even his hair stuck to his face.

"Let him go," I muttered through the mindlink.

"Are you sure Father?" Theo's voice was laced with surprise.

"It is already dawn." I stared blankly at the window.

The moment they let go of him, Rhydian staggered to his feet before dashing out of the room.

"I don't think he was lying about going. Poor him." Alaric shook his head as if he were really sympathizing with him.

He turned to me. "Damon, how was our performance?" He looked eager like a dog wagging its tail in excitement about what its reward might be.

"Zero out of a hundred." My voice was cold like steel.

Theo furrowed his brows in disbelief. "After all that we have done… it is Zero?"

"Yes, it is Zero because you couldn't get him to sleep… and I couldn't go out to meet Ember, and that is all your fault."

"How convenient?" Alaric muttered under his breath, clearly displeased by the reward.

We stopped talking when we heard Rhydian's footsteps approaching, I covered my eyes with my elbow, groaning slightly as if I was in deep pain.

I peeked from the corner of my eyes, and I was taken aback when he came back to sleep between Theo and Alaric. They were more stunned.

"You came back?" Alaric asked with a perplexed look.

"It is better than being molested by both of you." He closed his eyes as fatigue washed over him.

"Has he gone mad… or does he have a mental disorder?" Theo pushed his glasses back. He rose slightly, so he could see the look on Rhydian's face.

"Father, this man has gone mad… what should we do with him? How are we sure he is not back to take revenge by slitting our throats when we fall asleep?"

"Then don't sleep." I turned my back against them and tried to sleep.

….

Morning came with its golden rays of light. The sounds of the birds chirping happily could be heard from inside. It was a beautiful morning.

However, a black bag formed around my eyes and my other two companions. We were unable to sleep throughout the night, while the fae idiot had a peaceful loving sleep.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, the chirping birds mocking me with every cheerful note. Rhydian, the supposed threat, lay snoring softly between my Beta and Gamma, as though he were born into a royal cradle. Meanwhile, we, the actual royals, mind you, looked like exiles who'd lost a civil war.

Alaric shifted beside him and whispered through the mindlink, "He's snoring."

Theo replied, "Peacefully. That's the problem."

Beowulf huffed. "I hate him."

"We all do," I agreed.

I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples. My plans had not only failed, they'd been flipped upside down and slapped by the very idiot they were meant to counter. I couldn't even go to check on Ember… I didn't even know if she slept well or if she dreamt about someone else. That thought alone had me gnashing my teeth.

"What do we do now?" Theo asked, already pulling his shirt over his head as he got up from the mat. "Is the mission over?"

"No," I growled. "It has only just begun."

"You say that like we didn't just lose the battle," Alaric muttered.

I stood and paced toward the window, watching as the forest slowly lit up with early morning light. The dew clung to the glass. And somewhere behind that wall of green trees, Ember slept alone, unaware that the three idiots in the other room had ruined the one opportunity I had to see her again without a hundred titles or obligations between us.

I exhaled slowly.

"Make breakfast," I said.

Alaric choked. "Make what?"

"You heard me." I turned to them. "It's the least you two can do after destroying my night."

"Cooking won't make her fall in love with you faster," Theo muttered.

"Maybe not," I said, narrowing my eyes. "But it might make her forgive the fact that you assaulted her fr…ien.d." The word 'friend' tasted like a pungent smell in my mouth.

Rhydian groaned lightly in his sleep and turned to the side. All three of us froze, staring at him like he was a bomb waiting to go off.

"He better not remember anything," Alaric whispered.

"Let's pretend he dreamt the whole thing," I said.

Beowulf sighed. "This is why I told you to sneak out and kiss her awake. Just a soft one like in the fairytales."

"We are not sneaking into her room," I hissed. "She'll scream and throw me out the window."

"Worth it," he said with a sniff.

"Go make something edible." I pointed to the door.

Theo and Alaric groaned as they rose and walked out the door. I looked back at Rhydian.

He turned again, muttered something about being smothered by lunatics, then went still.

I narrowed my eyes at him. This was war. And in war, I never lose.

Even if I have to win her heart one awkward breakfast at a time.