Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 380 Fury (Bonus)

(Third person Pov)

A thunderous growl ripped through the Bloodmoon Pack, so loud and heavy that it shook the ground beneath their feet. The sound carried raw dominance and uncontrollable rage, spreading through the territory like a violent wave.

Wolves froze mid-step, their ears flattening as many were forced to their knees, their instincts screaming submission before their minds could catch up.

Inside the Bloodmoon mansion, chaos reigned.

The once grand throne room was now unrecognizable. Stone pillars were cracked, tables shattered, and blood stained the polished floor in dark splatters.

Lifeless bodies lay scattered across the room, guards and servants alike, their faces frozen in terror. Some had been flung into the walls with enough force to cave stone inward, while others lay twisted in unnatural positions, victims of unrestrained fury.

At the center of it all stood Alpha Lucas.

His chest rose and fell violently as his claws dug into the armrest of his throne, splintering the thick wood like it was nothing. His eyes burned a vicious crimson, veins bulging along his neck as his aura surged uncontrollably.

"How is this possible?" he roared, his voice echoing against the ruined walls. "I planned everything so meticulously, every step was perfect. There was no room for error."

He paced back and forth like a caged beast, his boots crunching against broken stone and bone alike. His mind raced, replaying every detail of the plan he had crafted with such care. The attacks were meant to be swift and devastating. Alpha Damon’s allies were supposed to fall one by one, isolated and helpless. And yet, not only had the plan failed, but Damon had been ready.

"How did he know?" Lucas snarled, slamming his fist into the wall, sending cracks spiderwebbing outward. "How did he know where I was to strike?"

A figure stood calmly amidst the destruction, completely unaffected by the carnage around her. She was cloaked in shadows, her presence cold and unsettling, as if the light itself avoided her. When she spoke, her voice came out croaked and hollow, scraping against the air like rusted metal.

"A spy."

The single word sliced through the room, the Greater Evil’s expression was deadly. The failed plan meant her plans would not be realized soon.

Lucas froze. Then another growl tore from his chest, deeper and more feral than before. His body rippled violently as his bones shifted beneath his skin.

His muscles bulged and expanded, shredding what remained of his shirt to pieces. For a brief moment, the beast threatened to break free entirely, towering and monstrous, before he forced himself back into his humanoid form with a snarl.

His chest heaved as he dragged in harsh breaths.

"A spy," he repeated slowly, tasting the word with venom. "Someone dared to betray me."

The realization burned hotter than any wound. He had not only failed in his grand design, but he had lost two-thirds of his rogue army in the process. Years of careful manipulation and bloodshed had been reduced to nothing in a single night.

Someone had given out that information, and someone would die for it.

"Bring the guards," Lucas barked, his voice sharp and unforgiving. "Every single one on duty over the past week. I want answers."

Within minutes, the guards rushed into the throne room, their steps hesitant as they took in the devastation. They dropped to one knee immediately, heads bowed low, fear dripping from every movement.

"Speak," Lucas growled. "And choose your words carefully."

One of the guards swallowed hard before raising his head just enough to speak. "Three nights ago, my Alpha, there was... something strange."

Lucas’s eyes narrowed. "Go on."

"We spotted two Omegas near the outer perimeter," the guard continued, his voice shaking. "They looked old and weak. They claimed they were lost and looking for their way back into the pack."

Another guard nodded quickly. "They did not carry weapons, my Alpha. We thought nothing of it and let them go... we left our position because we... we chased after them." his voice grew lower as realisation dawned on him.

Silence fell. For half a heartbeat, the room was eerily quiet.

Then Lucas moved. His claws flashed faster than anyone could react, slicing cleanly across the first guard’s throat. Blood sprayed across the floor and walls as the guard collapsed instantly, his body twitching before going still.

The second guard let out a choked gasp, his legs giving out as he fell backward, his face drained of all color. He stared at the corpse beside him, trembling violently, the smell of blood overwhelming his senses.

Lucas stepped closer, his shadow looming large. He grabbed the guard by the back of his neck, lifting him effortlessly off the ground.

"You let them go," Lucas said softly, his tone far more terrifying than any shout. "You let spies walk out of my territory."

"I didn’t know," the guard cried, tears streaming down his face. "Please, my Alpha, I didn’t know."

Lucas leaned closer, his eyes glowing dangerously. "Bring them to me," he commanded coldly. "Now."

The guard nodded frantically, scrambling away the moment he was released. He fled the throne room like his life depended on it, because it did.

Not long after, the guard returned, dragging two trembling Omegas behind him. They were old, their faces lined with age and fear. The moment they saw Alpha Lucas, they collapsed to their knees, shaking violently.

"These are the ones," the guard said quickly, bowing low.

Lucas stared at them in silence, his gaze sharp and calculating. As his eyes roamed over their features, something clicked into place. Recognition struck him like a blade.

Allison.

These were Allison’s people.

His lips curled back into a snarl, fury reigniting in his chest. The Omegas whimpered, pressing their foreheads to the floor, unable to withstand the pressure of his aura.

"So," Lucas said slowly, his voice dripping with menace. "You thought you could crawl into my territory and sell my plans."

The Omegas sobbed, unable to speak.

Lucas straightened and turned sharply toward the entrance. "Bring Luna Allison to me, now!" he ordered, his voice echoing through the hall.

The shadows around the throne room seemed to stir, as if the darkness itself was pleased.

The game was far from over, and this time, Lucas would make sure everyone paid the price.