Transmigrated: The Lycan King’s Pet

"Do you think we did the right thing to look for her? She has already rejected us…"

"We will not regret our decision. And we certainly do not have any doubt about this." Beowulf growled at me. "Remember, from her conversation with her mother, they talked about a half-mate mark on her neck… could it be ours?"

"They said she was born with it." I narrowed my eyes at how absurd it sounds.

"But there is no such thing as being born with a half-mate mark."

"Exactly. The Fae royalty aren't what they seem to be. I wonder what they are hiding…" I paused, the feeling of unease crawling underneath my skin.

"We need to bring Ember to our realm as soon as possible… We have been away for a while now, and there is no way I can communicate with the elders. If the bloodmoon pack finds out about our disappearance, they won't hesitate to attack."

"But don't we have time? Time goes slower here, a day is equivalent to two in our realm." Beowulf covered his eyes with his paws.

"It does but can never be too sure, we need to take Ember with us… Either willingly or by force." My voice was cold and absolute.

Beowulf raised his head. "If we use force wouldn't that make her hate us more?"

"It is better she hates us than getting married to another man." I spat in anger.

"Well… I agree."

"And…" before I could finish my words, I felt the connection from the bracelet I had given Ember.

A frown settled between my brows, the connection was lost when I encountered Aeris… 'Does this mean that she is not really Ember? But why does it feel like the bracelet is here in this room?'

Beowulf snapped his eyes open. "Do you feel the magic from the bracelet?" He growled low, jumping off the bed.

"Yes. And it is somewhere here in this room." I said, trying to locate where the bracelet was.

Beowulf prowled around the room, but it felt like it was coming from everywhere.

"If we can find it, maybe we can make Ember remember us." My voice held hope, and then it would be proven that she is really Ember.

"Beowulf, we need to find it, no matter the cost. This might be our only chance."

Hearing my words, Beowulf charged at the wardrobe, throwing everything to the ground in his frantic search.

Minutes went by and we had already searched every nook and cranny but it was nowhere to be found.

Beowulf growled out of frustration. "Does it mean it is not here? We have turned the room upside down, but it is nowhere to be found."

I sighed. "Listen properly White, that bracelet is made from our blood, if it is in this room we should be able to find it."

We closed our eyes for a moment, then when they snapped open, our gaze fixated on the wall beside the wardrobe.

"It is behind the wall," I muttered.

Without a second thought, Beowulf clawed the wall, his claws dug into the wall pulling out the debris.

His claw touched a wooden box, "It must be inside." he growled, digging faster.

After a while, the hole was big enough for the box to pass through.

Beowulf clawed at it one last time, and it fell on the ground. Then he began to claw at it, until the cover fell off.

Just then, we felt a presence behind us, we didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The scent of lavender, Jasmine, and Rosemary was the first to announce her presence.

"What are you doing?" came her voice.

Beowulf looked up at her calmly, but inside we felt an inexplicable feeling. The mere thought of her remembering us was a relief.

"Damon, we are just one step away from making her remember us," he said hopefully.

Beowulf took the bracelet in his mouth and walked towards her, before placing it on her hand. It was hers to begin with.

Beowulf took a few steps back, staring intensely at her. Our hearts pounded in our ears, nervous and praying that it would work.

She looked down at the bracelet.

"She must have felt something," I muttered, my mind battling to take control, and changing to my human form.

I wanted her to see me first. But remembering what I had done to her, I pushed down the thought.

Her frown deepened, and I had the urge to smooth them out, oh… my Ember.

"Where did you find it?" Her hand tightened around the bracelet.

In the blink of an eye, she fell to her knees, then her hands flew to her head. Her face contorted with pain.

Before I could process what was happening, Beowulf rushed to her but was stopped by a thin wall of magic that circled her.

No matter how he tried to break through, he was sent skidding across the room.

She gasped for air, but she held the bracelet tighter. Then she whimpered in pain… my chest burned from not being able to comfort her.

"Beowulf, break the barrier!" I commanded.

"I'm trying, but the barrier… is ancient and pure, I can't break through," he responded in desperation.

"Then, go back to our real form. Reducing our real form had also suppressed our power. Break the barrier!" I growled.

"But.."

Before he could respond to me, a scream of agony tore from her throat, then it ended as quickly as it came.

My heart stopped beating, seeing her unconscious form.

"Beowulf!" I yelled.

Beowulf howled painfully, as our body began to change back to our real form. The door to the room burst open, guards rushed inside with spear and sword, surrounding Aeris' unconscious body.

"Move aside." A ferocious growl reverberated from our chest.

Our eyes turned pitch black. We bared our fangs.

"What is the Lycan king doing in my realm?" A powerful voice echoed from the entrance door, it was calm but menacing. "I'm afraid you are not welcome here."

My eyes met his. My fury multiplied, "Fae King." I snarled, my body began to increase, my bones lengthening, breaking, and rearranging.

Beowulf stood as high as the ceiling, and a loud growl from us sent the guards a few steps back.