Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 126 Gentle or Rough?

(Damon POV)

"It’s rare, but it happens. You might fake it, only for the real thing to hit you right after. And when it does, there’s no hiding it."

’Fake it?... What are they faking?’

Ember kept quiet for some time before she began to speak again. "But what if I don’t? What if no one’s out there for me?"

"Then you’ll still be free," Lydia said gently. "You’ll have choices. Not everyone finds their mate at eighteen, but at least... you’ll know you tried."

"But Ember... if Damon really cared, wouldn’t he fight to keep you by his side? Even if he had a Luna?"

My breath hitched for a moment. They were talking about me too. Did my decision to take a mate make her feel like I don’t care?

My hands clenched beside me. ’So absurd.’

"Sometimes, I feel like he cares... then he turns around and acts like I’m nothing but property."

"Then maybe he’s confused too."

"Or maybe I’m just imagining things," she muttered. "It’s foolish to hope, right?"

"It’s not foolish."

’What exactly are they planning? I knew I shouldn’t have released those two friends of hers.’

I pushed the door open. The three of them snapped their heads toward me. Their eyes widened in shock, their faces paled, and they quickly scrambled to their feet, bowing their heads down.

"Ember... come with me." I gritted my teeth.

Her eyes met mine, and a flicker of emotion crossed through her eyes. I don’t know what was happening to her recently; she had been talking about feelings.

This wasn’t like her.

She scurried toward me. "Master..."

I turned around, walking away before she could finish her words.

My blood kept boiling, and it got hotter every second that went by.

Beowulf had been restless since we heard about the possibility of her getting a mate. That meant I would have to let her go... but I won’t. She is mine.

A menacing growl rumbled from my chest, making her steps falter. Lately, she seemed cold compared to how troublesome she was... was she sick?

"Idiot. She wants us," Beowulf growled at the back of my head.

My Adam’s apple moved up and down. "Are you sure that is what she wants?"

"Of course... it is," he drawled.

When Beowulf talks like this, I know he is about to do something silly that will cost us both.

She is planning to leave me? I don’t mind binding her in chains.

"Having a great conversation, I see," I drawled.

I glanced over my shoulder. Her face looked pale, and those ocean-blue eyes met mine for a brief second before I averted my gaze.

"Yes, Master... it was really a great conversation," her voice was low, almost like a whisper.

"Hmmm."

"Thank you very much, Master... for setting them free." This time her voice was louder.

I remained quiet. I pushed the door to my room open, holding the door for her to come inside. But she stood there, staring at me as if I had suddenly grown two heads.

.......

(Ember POV)

My heart skittered in my chest when the door to the kitchen suddenly flew open... and the person standing there was no other than... Damon.

Blood drained from my face at the fear that he might have heard what we were talking about. Caroline and Lydia scrambled to their feet, baring their necks in greeting... Snapping out of my daze, I quickly mirrored their reaction.

When I heard him call my name, I knew that there was fire on the mountain. But what I didn’t know was if I was the one who set the fire or the one about to be consumed by the fire.

I hurried toward him without hesitation. I believed that if I made him wait for long, Caroline and Lydia wouldn’t be safe in his presence. He could change his mind at any second.

I followed after him, giving some space. I didn’t want to be close to him in case he decided to pounce on me.

But my mind couldn’t help but wonder. ’Did he hear our conversation or not?’ That simple question was burning my heart out.

I stopped when we got to the door. He flung the door open and then held it for me to come inside. I froze; my legs refused to move. The only thought I had at that moment was to turn around and run.

’When did all of this start? Damon... holding a door for me? Something is wrong.’

I stared at him with a stunned expression. He moved his head, signalling me to come inside. I fidgeted with the hem of my dress. ’Is he going to bury me now or what?’

"Don’t keep me waiting." His voice was low, but it carried cold chills, which sent shivers down my spine.

Hesitantly, I dragged my leg over the threshold, and as soon as I stepped inside the room, the door slammed closed. The sound almost made me jump out of my skin.

I looked outside the window. The bright and blue sky had already turned cloudy, with a few drops of rain falling.

In my daze, his hands circled my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. His scent of pine and chocolate masked my nostrils. My heart... a pounding mess.

"Master... what are you doing?" I tried to pry his hands away. Since there was nothing between us and I had decided to leave, there was no need to dwell on these fleeting emotions.

I froze when he buried his head in the nook of my neck. "I want you... now."

My breath hitched. I blinked my eyes as if I had heard something wrong. Maybe my ears were wrong, and it was just the tension.

"Master... I don’t understand what you mean... Why don’t you let go of me first and let us talk about this?" I struggled in his embrace... but his hold was like an iron clamp.

I froze when I felt a scorching sensation poking me. ’I hope that is not what I think it is.’ My breath came out shakily.

"Tell me how you like it... gentle or rough?" His hoarse voice brushed against my ears, sending bolts of electricity down my spine.

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