Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 129 Surprise?

"This... This..." My voice trailed off.

When the door opened, a soft golden glow greeted me. The room was quiet, but the kind that made your heart beat a little slower, like time had decided to pause.

Candlelight flickered along the dark walls, casting gentle shadows that swayed with the flames. There weren’t many, but it was just enough to warm the space and brush everything in a soft amber hue. The usual coldness of his room was gone, replaced by something softer.

Rose petals dotted the floor in a careful trail, leading from the door to the edge of the bed. They looked like they had been placed one by one.

The bed had been made with black sheets, smooth and untouched, except for the gentle fold of the covers at the corner. A few petals rested on the pillow, their deep red color standing out against the dark fabric.

The scent of roses lingered faintly in the air, mixed with the subtle masculine scent that always followed him. It was just enough to make me feel like I’d stepped into another world.

The curtains were drawn, shutting out the cloudy sky. The only glow came from the soft flames, flickering against the shadows.

My hands flew to my mouth. ’This... this is impossible. There is no way in the name of a psychopath that Damon would do this... But he did.’

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and my heart pounded in a beautiful rhythm. ’His inkling of treating a lady had risen to 20 percent.’

I crossed the threshold, shutting the door behind me. I followed the trail of rose petals. They felt soft and velvety under my feet.

’Where is he?’ I followed the trail to the bed. I bent down to grab one of the rose petals, smelling its rich scent. I never knew werewolves could be romantic too.

The entrance door to the room creaked open. I didn’t need to turn around to know that it was Damon. A smile crept onto my lips... not because the arrangement was grand, but rather it was the thought behind it.

When I said I wanted candles and rose petals, I wasn’t expecting him to do it. Not only did he make it... he did it in a matter of minutes. ’Does this mean he really cares about me? Maybe he’s just too shy to say it out loud.’ I fidgeted with my dress.

His steps approached nearer. I slowly looked up. My eyes met his. His raven-black hair fell over his face, covering his eyes. With a single movement of his hand, he pushed his hair back. The golden glow of the candles cast a hue on his face... making it glisten like honey.

"Master..." I walked toward him. His eyes trailed down my body. A glint flickered through his eyes.

"I thought you were going to change into something sexier..." His voice was hoarse, as if he had just woken up from sleep.

I looked away, averting my gaze. My hands fumbled with my dress. How was I supposed to tell him that I was a little ashamed of my body?

In the duration of a heartbeat, his frame was already towering above mine. His hand held my jaw, turning it to meet his gaze.

A gasp escaped my lips. He held a rose between his lips.

"For you." He brought his lips closer to mine, his eyes dancing with mischievousness.

’Am I supposed to take the rose from him with my lips?’

I didn’t think twice. I tiptoed, sliding my hand to the back of his neck. I pulled his head slightly to my level. My eyes locked with his amused ones. I tilted my head and gently took the rose from his lips. My lips brushed against his before I pulled away.

I removed the flower from my lips, bringing it close to my nose. I took a sniff of it. "Thank you for the flower and the surprise."

"I never said you should take the flower from my lips, so why did you take it?" he drawled.

I paused. ’He never said I should?’

"It doesn’t matter... does it?" I blinked innocently at him.

"You like it?" A smirk curved on his lips. freewebnσvel.cѳm

I nodded vehemently. "I do, Master."

I looked up at him, only to realize that he was looking down. I followed his trail... only to find something poking at his pants. ’Wait... was he referring to that?’

I fanned myself with my hands, turning around to walk to the bed. ’How can he be this shameless? I thought he was going to be cold... I never knew he was the flirty type.’

Before I could reach the bed, his hands circled my small waist. "Master... errr." A scream tore from my lips as he suddenly lifted me onto his shoulders, throwing me onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. I bounced on the bed, my silver-white hair spreading across the pillow.

"I wanted to touch the decoration with some chains and a whip... but I thought since this is your first time, I might as well go easy on you." He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as if he had all the time in the world.

I scoffed. "What am I now? An animal?" I muttered to myself.

"You’re not too far from being an animal," he responded, tossing his shirt on the floor.

I raised myself, resting on my elbows. My eyes widened like a saucepan. His chest glistened as if he had been dipped in honey. My eyes followed every single movement of his. Heat pooled in my lower abdomen as his muscles flexed. His abs were killer... like he had 6... 7... 8... eight and a half-pack.

His belt dropped to the floor. His pants slid down his legs. My throat bobbed up and down, and my legs unconsciously pressed firmly together.

’Oh my... what a delicious delicacy?’ I unconsciously bit my lower lip.

He walked closer toward me... ’I guess this is it.’

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