Transmigrated: The Lycan King’s Pet

I dragged my feet down the hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking under each step I took. My head throbbed, and the dull ache behind my eyes felt like a punishment from the moon goddess herself.

I needed to know if everything was going according to plan.

The smell of something burning hit my nostrils making my steps falter and my brows knit together, when I got to the kitchen… It was cloudy with smoke, the oil was spilled everywhere and the table was a complete mess.

Alaric stood closer to the stove coughing with an apron tied around his waist, a deep frown on his face, like he couldn't solve what had gone wrong.

Theo stood beside him, he was also coughing and had a bowl of water in his hand. I wondered what it was for… until the pan went ablaze, burning with fire, Theo quickly splashed the water into the pan to put out the fire.

However the fire refused to budge, having no other choice, Alaric removed the pan from the stove and placed it on the table, then Theo splashed more water into the pan.

It was… worse than I imagined.

I was speechless, I pinched the bridge of my nose in exasperation.

"What are you doing?" I asked dryly with my hands tucked in my pockets.

"Cooking," Alaric muttered without turning around. "Until it tried to take my life." He stirred the pan with the spoon in his hand.

Theo stood beside him, the bowl of water in his hand had already been emptied into the pan. A black smudge ran across his face.

"This…," I said, coughing. "... is unbelievable."

"We're warriors, Father," Theo mumbled. "Not housewives."

Beowulf grunted. "If these idiots were in charge of feeding the pack, we'd all be dead. Look at him, he flipped that thing like he was turning over a corpse."

Alaric poked the egg floating on the black water. "The pan's too hot."

"The fire was too high," I pointed out.

"I thought it would cook faster." Alaric flailed his hands up. "You know what?" Alaric said, tossing the spoon onto the counter. "She's a princess. She probably doesn't even eat eggs and maybe she probably drinks golden dew from flower petals or something."

I stared at the pan. The eggs looked like something scraped off the side of a burned building, floating on top of an erosion.

"What the hell is that?"

Alaric glanced over his shoulder. "Scrambled eggs?"

"Scrambled what? That looks like regret."

Theo leaned on the counter with his face in his hands. "We tried, okay? The stove's cursed."

"No," I said flatly, "you're cursed. Step aside… this instant."

Alaric loosened the apron around his waist and tossed it on the counter. "Gladly. You know what? Go ahead, Alpha Chef."

"I will! I can't believe you almost poisoned my Ember."

I took the pan and dumped the mess straight into the bin. Theo winced like he'd just watched a funeral.

Beowulf snorted. "Finally. If I had to watch another second of that culinary murder, I'd start chewing furniture."

I grabbed a clean pan, cracked a few eggs into a bowl, and whisked them with a pinch of salt. Theo and Alaric stood awkwardly behind me like two kids caught cheating on a test.

"You could've just told us you could cook, I never knew you could cook," Alaric muttered.

"You could've told me you couldn't," I said.

If only they knew this was the only food I could cook, I'm a King… you don't expect me to know how the kitchen works. But I am not going to tell them that.

"I assumed basic survival skills came with being Beta," I added, my voice was cold with sarcasm.

Theo tried to be helpful and reached for a loaf of bread, but managed to knock over the butter.

"Leave the table alone!" I said without turning around.

He froze mid-bend. "Just trying to help."

"You've helped enough."

I poured the eggs into the pan and moved them around slowly, letting them cook properly. The smell this time was actually food, with its rich flavour and aroma. Alaric sniffed the air like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

"Okay," he said. "That smells way better."

"That's because it's edible."

I plated the eggs, sliced up the bread, added a few fruits from the pantry, and filled a small mug of tea. It was nothing fancy, but neat and clean.

I never thought I would be cooking for a woman in my entire life… 'How did I end up in this situation?'

Beowulf gave a soft hum. "She'll like that."

"I know," I muttered.

Theo leaned over to look at the tray. "Should we… bring it to her?"

I turned slowly to face him. "Do you trust yourself to carry that without tripping?"

He pushed back his glasses that had been smeared with black soot. "I'm a Gamma, not a toddler."

"Clean the mess in the kitchen." I picked up the tray and glanced toward the hallway. I had to walk back to our suite since the kitchen was disconnected from it. "I'll take it myself."

"You're going too soft Damon," Alaric said with a sigh.

I looked over my shoulder. "You two cuddled a man all night. Don't talk to me about being soft."

Theo choked on air. "That wasn't cuddling! That was a mission!"

"Yeah," I said. "A failed one."

As I walked out with the tray, I heard Theo mumble behind me, "You know he's taking this opportunity to show off in front of her right?"

"Let him," Alaric replied. "It's the closest thing he's got to being romantic."

As I got to the entrance door of our suite, I felt this wasn't me… the real me would never do this. They were right… I was going too soft. However, all of this will work in my favour when Ember remembers me.

A knowing glint flickered through my eyes. I pushed the door open, only to find Rhydian standing in front of her door.

'Now, what is he doing there?' My nose flared.