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Suddenly, the door burst open, flying a meter away from its position. A figure stood at the center of the doorway, his chest heaved heavily. His sharp claws glistened in the dim light. His raven black hair was ruffled, and his eyes were silvery grey.

“Master…” I muttered, a small smile curved on my lips. ‘He came at last.’

The temperature dropped as his overbearing aura crept into every corner of the room. Damon didn’t charge or growl. He just walked forward slowly, calmly, as if he had all the time in the world. But something about him felt like the calm before a storm.

“Close your eyes,” he said. His voice was so calm, as if everything was alright.

Then came a sharp, horrifying sound like thick fabric tearing. A blood-chilling cry followed. “STOP! PLEASE! I didn’t touch her… I was wrong… please…!” Erik wailed. But another snap came, followed by a heavy thud against the ground.

 “Touch what belongs to me…” Damon murmured. His voice was low, steady, and terrifying. “…And this is what you get.”

A long silence followed. Then, slow footsteps echoed. “You’re safe now,” he said. He covered my body with his jacket and carried me out. The candle behind us flickered once more, casting one last glow on Erik’s bloodied remains… before it went out.



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When Ember opened her eyes, she was no longer the powerful, independent woman she once was.

Instead, she woke up in the fragile, abused body of a lowly Omega, destined to be nothing but a breeder for the Alphas.

Her escape attempt didn’t get her far. Instead, it led her straight into the path of Damon Blackthorn, the ruthless Lycan King feared by all.

Sold like a slave by her own father, Ember becomes the property of a man with a frozen heart and a violent temper. But beneath her submissive mask lies something more: a cunning mind and a will that refuses to break.

Now, in a world ruled by dominance, power, and ancient bloodlines, Ember must do more than just survive.

She must outsmart a king.

She must earn the loyalty of the very people who scorn her.

And maybe, just maybe, she’ll bring the Alpha to his knees.

Transmigrated: The Lycan King’s Pet

Panic thundered in my chest as I realized what my mouth was chewing on… wasn't meat.

It was warm. Firm. Soft and plump.

My gaze locked onto his—Damon's. His eyes, wide in horror, stared at me like I had grown horns and started singing opera.

My body froze, the truth slamming into me like a runaway cart. I was fucking chewing on the Alpha's lips.

A scream tore from my throat. I flung myself backward so fast that my head hit the floor with a dull thud. Pain exploded at the back of my skull, but I didn't care—I squeezed my eyes shut like it would erase what had just happened.

Maybe if I stayed still long enough, he would think it was a nightmare. Maybe I could pretend I fainted again. Maybe I could disappear into the floor and never face this humiliation.

Chapter 49 Unexplainable Feelings