Transmigrated: The Lycan King’s Pet

Rhydian was standing right in front of Aeris's door like some personal guard. His back was straight, his face calm, and his posture was too relaxed for someone who supposedly slept on a mat.

My gaze lowered, and that was when I noticed he was holding a tray of food too.

The soft aroma of chicken soup rising from the plate made my chest tighten with unease. My fingers tightened a little around the edge of my tray.

I froze, knowing Ember I knew she preferred meat to any other food. My gaze lowered to my own tray of food, which lacked in comparison to his.

My aura slowly seeped through the space, making the air feel heavier. I stared at his back without saying a word or making a sound, seeing how he looked tense, and how his fingers tightened around the edge of his tray… I knew he had already felt it.

Beowulf growled in my head. "He's trying to steal our chance."

I didn't answer him, but I felt that same heat pressing against my chest. I wasn't someone who lost his temper easily, but this was starting to push it.

I stepped forward again, this time letting my steps loud enough to get his attention.

Rhydian turned slowly. His eyes landed on me, then on the tray in my hand, and then right back to my face. His expression didn't change much.

My eyes narrowed at him, as I sized him up and down.

The tension grew thick between us.

He looked at me again, then finally spoke. "You seem better."

I didn't answer him.

He tilted his head slightly. "Last night you were barely breathing. Now you're carrying food. Should I believe it's a miracle?"

I grimaced just a little, trying to keep my face straight. "Preparing breakfast helped."

He raised an eyebrow, like he didn't believe me, but I didn't care. I looked him right in the eye and said what I'd been holding in.

"Unless your tastes lean toward men."

His nose flared, and I saw his expression change into something angrier. I leaned a little to the side, letting the weight of my words land the way I wanted.

"You cuddled with two full-grown men all night. I also heard strange noises coming from your side of the room."

I paused for a moment before adding, "I hope it wasn't too cold between you and the two other men."

His jaw clenched.

Beowulf chuckled darkly inside my head. I could already feel how tense and angry he was becoming.

Rhydian stepped forward slightly, his lips parted but before he could say anything, the door behind him creaked open.

Aeris appeared in the doorway. Her hair was messy, her robe loose, and she looked half-asleep. She rubbed her eyes and blinked at both of us.

Her gaze dropped to the trays in our hands.

Then she looked back up. "What's going on?"

We spoke at the same time.

"I made you breakfast," I said, keeping my voice flat.

"I thought you might be hungry," Rhydian said, sounding casual like this wasn't awkward at all.

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(Aeries POV)

I rubbed my eyes as I opened the door, still half asleep, but I froze when I saw them.

'So they were the source of the weird noise coming from the door earlier… Now what do I owe this pleasant surprise?'

Damon and Rhydian stood there like they'd been waiting for me for ages.

I blinked, a little bit confused. They weren't saying anything, just standing in front of me with trays in their hands. I looked at Damon, then Rhydian, then back again, but they didn't even glance at me. They were staring at each other, and the air felt… weird and tense.

My gaze dropped to the trays. One had toast and eggs. The other had chicken soup and bread with some fruits on the side.

I swallowed, as I salivated from the aroma… I could already imagine them making their grand entrance into my belly.

I swallowed again. "What's going on?" I mumbled.

They didn't answer. I noticed how tense Damon's shoulders were, and how Rhydian looked like he was pretending not to notice anything.

I frowned a little, still not sure if I was dreaming or if this was really happening. I looked at them again. Damon wasn't even blinking… ' Wait a minute… is he okay now?'

"Did you both… bring me breakfast?" The words came out of my mouth instead of the question about Damon's health… 'Wow, bravo to my instinct.' I mentally facepalmed myself.

They answered at the same time, and it made me flinch a bit.

"I made you breakfast," Damon said, calm but cold.

"I figured you might be hungry," Rhydian said, still polite.

I stared at them, my lips slightly parted, still trying to wrap my head around it. I had just woken up, and I was now standing in front of two grown men… holding food. And acting like they weren't about to start fighting with cutlery.

I didn't know what else to say, so I stepped back and opened the door wider. "Okay… come in, I guess."

'As long as it is about my belly… everything is alright.'

They walked in, still saying nothing to each other. I followed behind slowly. They both reached the table at the same time and tried to set down the trays, but their hands bumped. They both paused glaring daggers at each other.

"Are you serious right now?" I asked, more to myself than to them.

They finally let go of their trays, but the tension didn't ease. They were still standing like statues, like one wrong move would spark something.

I looked down at the trays. Rhydian's looked really neat, everything was clean and nicely placed. Damon's… was simpler, just toast and eggs, but I could tell he made it himself… considering the black soot on his cheeks and how he smelled faintly of smoke.

I picked up a piece of toast and took a small bite. Then reached for a slice of melon from Rhydian's tray. I hummed in delight… 'The food is gooood.'

'Damn it! I haven't washed my mouth… how could I get carried away by food?!'

I turned around and dashed out to the restroom, they both stared at my back with a perplexed look, before shooting an accusing look at each other.

"What did you put in her food?!" Damon's voice was cold and sharp like a blade.