Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 364 Clash

Fire surged around Seraphina as she charged at me, her magic snapping and hissing violently. The ground beneath her feet scorched black, and the air vibrated with the force of her rage. I did not move forward, nor did I retreat.

"Do you want to do this? You are not my match." My voice grew colder like the breeze of winter, it sounded ancient and angry.

I expected Seraphina to see reasons, and not charge into fighting the moment she saw Irene’s corpse. But I noticed she was a good leader.

With a gentle flick of my hands, a wave of air clashed with her magic, sending her skidding back.

"Even if you are stronger, that doesn’t give you the right to kill my people. You all promised us safety, and if you don’t honour your words, I can’t sit by and watch you kill my people." She yelled in rage.

"Then, why don’t you listen before resorting to fists?" I asked softly, shaking my head. "Stop, I don’t want to hurt you."

Seraphina skidded to a halt a few steps away, her magic flaring wildly around her. Her emerald eyes burned brighter than the flames wrapping around her arms, and for a moment, she looked less like a witch and more like the embodiment of destruction itself.

"What have you done?" she demanded again, her voice trembling, not with fear, but with fury barely held in check.

I folded my hands behind my back, my expression cold, yet my eyes blazed with seething fury. "She attacked me," I said simply. "I defended myself."

"That was Irene," Seraphina snapped, her hands curling into fists. "She was one of my people."

"And I was her target," I replied, my gaze unwavering. "She tried to take my heart."

A murmur rippled through the witches. Magic shimmered around them, unstable and sharp, as suspicion and anger spread like wildfire.

Seraphina’s jaw clenched even when a knowing glint flickered through her eyes. "You expect me to believe that?"

"You don’t believe me?" My eyes narrowed faintly at her. "Why don’t you see for yourself?"

At my words, I lifted my finger, and a white butterfly danced around the tip of my index finger. It flew into the air and it transformed into a cloud of memory replaying what had happened.

Seraphina stiffened as she saw the memories. Her flames flickered, dimming just slightly.

"She came to me asking for help on your behalf," I continued, my voice firm now. "She spoke of desperation, of survival, and I listened. I did not raise my hand first."

Her gaze flicked toward the body behind me. Blood stained the ground beneath Irene. Something fractured in Seraphina’s expression, pain cutting through the rage.

"You could have brought her to me," she said, her voice lower now. "I would have dealt with her myself."

"She did not give me that choice," I replied. "And neither did your coven when they tried to tear Damon’s heart from his chest."

The words landed hard.

Seraphina flinched as if struck, and the silence that followed was heavy enough to crush the air from my lungs. Around us, the witches shifted uneasily, some lowering their hands, others tightening their grip on their magic.

"I apologize on behalf of the wrong we did to you," Seraphina said, clenching her fists tightly. "But you have to give me a better explanation of why you delivered the last blow."

"The last blow?" I stepped forward, my voice growing colder and sharper than a blade. "That is a warning for anyone who thinks my blood and heart are a treasure for their greed or... awakening." My words cut through the air so sharply that Seraphina almost lost her composure.

She gritted her teeth. "I never asked anyone to come to you for help. I’m only guilty for the actions in the witch’s realm, I know nothing of this issue as it was never my order."

"Why would your subordinate act without your knowledge?" My eyes narrowed dangerously.

With the flick of my hand, the vine dropped Irene’s corpse on the ground. "Consider this a gentle warning, anyone who crosses my path would be left with no body, only ashes shall remain."

"Ember... cough... cough..." Seraphina began coughing violently, spitting out blood.

"Seraphina, are you okay?" one of the witches ran to Seraphina’s side. And she looked exactly like the woman who had run away from the scene.

I closed my eyes to control my emotions. I needed to resolve the issue as soon as possible, after all only the witches could help with the enchanted bracelet.

"I’m fine, carry Irene’s body," Seraphina said, wiping the blood from her lips.

She turned to me. "I know Irene was wrong for what she did, but you didn’t have to execute her. You didn’t even leave me with some face, and you expect us to swallow it. I can’t forgive you for this."

"Forgive me?" A scowl formed on my face. "I don’t need your forgiveness, you are the one who should ask for it."

At my word, the witches flare out in protest.

"You can’t treat us like this."

"Do you think we are trash?"

The witches gathered behind Seraphina, and the werewolves began shifting into their wolf form, standing in front of me protectively.

"Luna, leave them to us, we will take care of them." One of the werewolves said.

’Luna? When did they see me as one?’

"How dare you attack our Alpha’s mate?" The werewolves growled, their claws scratching the ground.

"Everyone stand down," I said walking through their midst. "Seraphina, order your people to stand down. The witches and the werewolves had gotten closer, we shouldn’t disrupt this balance."

"Then why did you kill her?" She shouted, fire engulfing her again.

"Because she is a traitor to our alliance, I was ready to give my blood to her but she tried to stab me behind my back." I was tired of explaining one single thing again and again.

Seraphina shut her eyes, her lips wobbling. "I never thought I would become an awful leader who couldn’t control her people."

"What is going on here?" Alaric’s voice echoed through the crowd, his tone chilling and full of concern.