Transmigrated: The Lycan King’s Pet

Beowulf snarled. "I won't go back but the only thing I can do for us is to reduce our enormous size. Don't worry they will think we are just a normal wolf."

I sighed, mentally facepalming myself. 'Anyway, since we are already at this point, why not let him do whatever he pleases? At least I get to see her… even just a glimpse is enough.'

"Just a glimpse, what about if we abduct her?" Beowulf's voice deepened with excitement. "We can take her back to the Bloodshade pack."

Without waiting for my answer, he began to shrink. Furs rippled, and our bones compressed into a smaller form, until we were at the normal size of an ordinary wolf.

Beowulf blurred through the woods, the half moon hung in the sky, faintly illuminating our path. A couple of minutes later, we stood at the northern wall.

"We are here," I muttered in his head.

"Yes." Beowulf's grey eyes lingered on the hole in the lower part of the wall. "Although I am royalty, since you have already crawled through it, it wouldn't hurt that much if I crawled through it."

"Watch your tone White, or I. Will. Punish. You." My voice was cold like the edge of a blade.

"Oh, I am so scared! Your royal majesty!" He rolled his eyes before covering his face with one paw dramatically.

My veins seethe with anger. "BEOWULF, just you wait, I'll make you regret teasing me."

"Damon, don't you think you are losing your cool lately? I mean what happened to the ice stone, that doesn't like to talk too much. You have become short-tempered." He began to crawl through the hole.

I inhaled deeply, and he was right. And there is nothing I can hide from him. "Ember happened." I muttered under my breath.

A moment of silence passed, but it wasn't awkward. "Do you think chasing after her is right? What about if this is because of the mate pull? We made a vow not to take a second mate Beowulf? How did we get here?"

Beowulf stopped midway in the hole. "Damon, do you think you are more loyal to a mate than me? I am the one who feels the pull more than you, and I am the one who bears the pain of losing a mate more. I'm not trying to disregard your feelings, as you also feel what I felt." He paused.

"I'm chasing after Ember, do you think I will do so after what we had with Emelia? Do you think this is just the mate pull? Do you think I will betray Emelia?" His voice turned to one of pain.

"That is why I'm asking, what is happening? Meeting Ember has made us turn from our beliefs. We are even here in the Fae realm. The same Fae that caused the death of our family?" My voice cracked, as the image of Emelia with her stomach torn open crossed my mind.

"We turned from belief because it was flawed. Ember is not just any mate… she feels like home. Even before we found out that she was our mate, we were already head over heels for her… this bond is worth going the extra miles for… I believe this is what Emelia would have wanted for us.

And about the Fae… Maybe there is more than meets the eye. But first I need to see Ember."

Beowulf shook his fur as soon as he crawled out of the hole. Then, he blurred through the low grass, following the scent of Ember.

I didn't believe what he said but I knew the bond between Ember and me was special… and I intended to explore it.

Sometimes, I wonder if it was a blessing in disguise for her to forget about me. If she had remembered I doubt she would want anything to do with me. I had hurt her and turned my back on her. I wonder if I can make it up to her.

The way she looked at me now with no memory, hurts worse than rejection. I missed the way her eyes widened like they were going to bulge out. I missed how she talked to me, I missed the way she looked at me like I was the only one that mattered to her…

Beowulf stopped in the eastern part of the castle, his eyes fixated on the balcony decorated with wild roses and Jasmine, with butterflies hopping from one bud to the other.

Her sweet scent of Jasmine, lavender, and rosemary hit us like a wave. It was such a shame that I had rejected her… but what was I supposed to do? She lied to me, she didn't tell me about it. Who wouldn't get mad?

But now, all I have is regret… and fear of losing her forever.

"Who is there?" A guard's voice echoed from the corner of the wall.

Beowulf turned around to hide but was met by the cold tip of spears. "How… is this possible? Why couldn't we hear their footsteps, heartbeats, or smell them?" My eyes narrowed.

Beowulf growled, turning around in its spot. We were surrounded, and we were taken by surprise.

"How did you get inside?" One of the guards asked, his black wings shimmering with golden intricacy.

"Beowulf, remember, you are just a normal wolf. Don't appear too calm."

"Do I look calm to you? I am mad right now… let me rip out their throat," he bared his fangs at them, before swiftly running his tongue across his mouth.

"Should we bring it to the King?" One of the guards asked.

"It? Did they just refer to me, a Royal Alpha as an IT?" He growled ferociously.

He lunged midair to attack the guard that had referred to us as "IT", however he bounced back when he met an invisible wall.

"I think it can't listen to us, which means it might have contracted a disease, let's kill it." Another guard walked closer to us, his spear lighting up with green magic.

My eyes widened when I realized a force was suppressing us. It was like we had deliberately walked into a trap. Could they have known about us long ago? I knew it, everything went too well, considering how cautious and protective the Fae are about their land.

"What is going on there?"

Our hearts stuttered hearing the voice.