Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet
Chapter 140 Her Scent

Chapter 140: Chapter 140 Her Scent

My eye scanned my surroundings and there was no one who was in pain. My heart clenched as if it were being squeezed.

"Beowulf, can you feel that?"

"Yes, I can feel it. But I can’t tell where it is coming from or who is feeling the pain." He growled lowly in pain.

"Is everything alright, Father?" Theo’s brows furrowed in concern.

I turned to him. "Everything is fine."

"You both should entertain the guest, I have somewhere to go." I turned around, heading straight to the door. I didn’t even wait for their response.

I had the urgent feeling to go find who the person was. ’Could it be Ember?’

Before I could walk out the door. A lady in a red long gown, silted at the side up to her thigh, crossed the threshold blocking my path.

My brows furrowed in distaste. "Alpha Allison."

"Alpha Damon." She greeted me with a smile. Her hair was tied up, revealing her neck. I believe she chose this hairdo because she wanted to tease me.

I walked past her, but her voice made me stop midway. "The ceremony is about to start. Where are you going?"

I turned around, my eyes fell on the Alphas and Lunas that were waiting for the ceremony to start. I clenched my jaw tightly... my knuckles from how tightly I was clenching my fist.

I turned, my gaze lingering on the outside. My instincts told me to go out there, that someone needed me. But I knew I couldn’t jeopardise this gathering.

I turned around and walked back inside the hall, leaving Alpha Allison behind.

The ceremonial hall was glowing with golden chandeliers, suspended like stars above polished black marble floors. Rows of long tables lined the sides, covered in white silk cloths and arranged with crimson roses and polished goblets.

A thick scent of perfume, sweat, and dominance hung in the air. Music played softly in the background, but it didn’t soften the atmosphere. If anything, it made the tension heavier.

Alphas from different packs stood in small groups, dressed in fine-tailored clothes, but their wolves weren’t far beneath the surface. I could feel the way their eyes shifted too fast, the way their shoulders stayed tense, and alert.

I made my way up the stairs toward the raised platform at the end of the hall, where the ritual would begin. A silver bowl had been placed on a pedestal, and the elders were already gathered behind it. Theo stood nearby, adjusting his cuffs, his expression tight.

I took my place next to him.

"You okay?" he whispered.

I didn’t answer. But I wasn’t. My chest felt like it was being ripped open from the inside.

Allison climbed the steps beside me, her heels clicking sharply against the marble. She smiled as if everything was perfectly in order. Her crimson gown hugged her body, the slit revealing her legs in a calculated display. Her scent was heavy and floral... too artificial. Her wolf stood just behind her eyes, eager and expectant.

Elder Dominic stepped forward and raised his hand, silencing the crowd. "Tonight, we witness the union of strength. A symbol of peace among the packs and a future built on alliance."

I barely heard the rest of his words. My eyes flicked across the crowd, but I couldn’t see her. I couldn’t even feel her properly and that scared me.

Allison reached for my hand.

Beowulf stirred.

"Don’t let her touch us. Or you will see her hand flying in the air."

The elders nodded in unison, stepping aside to reveal the curtained space behind the platform. A ritual enclosure had been prepared-nothing more than white silk drapes surrounding a small bed of furs and sacred stones, where the bond was meant to be sealed through flesh and instinct.

I clenched my fist before she could make contact, and stepped toward the curtain without a word. She followed behind, her heels clicking in rhythm with my heartbeat.

Behind the curtain, the room was dimly lit with a single lantern casting shadows along the dark velvet. It was small, barely enough space for two people, but it was enough for the bond to be made.

I stood still, staring ahead, my jaw tightened. Allison stepped in front of me, her fingers brushing my chest as she began to undo the clasp of her dress.

"Isn’t this what we both want?" she whispered, her voice soft, but laced with possessiveness. "You and I, strong, and powerful. The others can’t even compare."

She leaned in, her breath brushing against my collarbone.

I closed my eyes, trying to suppress the urge to push her away.

Beowulf howled. "Don’t let her near us! I don’t want her."

My hands stayed at my sides. My body felt stiff like I was forcing myself to move through mud. My instincts screamed against me, clawing up my spine. Still, I leaned forward, pressing her back gently toward the small bed behind her.

’Bear with it this is for your people... bear with it.’ I pushed Beowulf back, if I let him take control. This place will be bathed in blood, as long as I don’t lose control, everything will be alright.

We were supposed to have sex before the marking. But I couldn’t bring myself to do that with her. Since what they wanted was a Luna, I’ll give them one.

I lowered my head, my canines beginning to lengthen for marking. I placed my hands at her sides. She whimpered underneath me. "Take me... make me yours." She begged.

Her cry was like a noise in my ear, and I had the urge to snap her neck in two.

I inhaled deeply, pushing down my emotions. I leaned closer towards her neck.

Just as my fangs neared her shoulder, a scent hit me hard, wrapping around me like a wave. The scent of jasmine, lavender, and wild rosemary. It makes my heart race in my chest, slowing my breath and igniting every instinct in me.

My body froze and my wolf went still.

I didn’t know where it came from, but my instinct whispered one thing.

"Mate."