Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 386 Our Moments

(Ember POV)

’What do one do when everything they hold dear is about to be lost?’ I thought inwardly.

I tilted my head towards the sky, ’so pain is really the price we pay for love.’ Tears streamed down my face.

The emotions in my eyes grew distant, becoming colder and colder as if fading away. I rose to my feet, wobbling slightly, as my legs became cramped from sitting too long.

I walked slowly towards the castle. I have never felt so hollow and empty, even though I was called a Chosen I was forsaken, like the universe was against me. The powers I had were not even enough to save myself.

By the time I got to the door of Damon’s room, I froze for a long time. I stared at the dark brown door. Every time I had opened it in the past, it felt like a new Chapter of my life was being written, the only place I could associate with home.

My fingers trembled as I reached for the doorknob. A sad smile formed on my lips as I turned the knob, pushing the door open.

The faint scent of chocolate and pine lingered in the air. I stepped forward, staring at the room, the bed, the oak wood wardrobe, the chandelier, the couch, his study table, everything reminded me of the memories I had with him.

They were painful yet beautiful. It was nostalgic, I remembered our first night in this room. I remembered the deadly look in his eyes, I remembered our kisses, every argument, and every moment we both shared.

My knees weakened, I wanted it all back. Those moments we laughed, those moments that felt like I was walking on eggshells... I didn’t want to die. I wanted to see what our child would look like, would he or she look like Damon or me? And I wanted to grow a family with him, to grow old with him.

But all I saw were memories of our past.

There was no future between us, everything was fading faster than I imagined.

My legs gave out, and before I could reach the floor, a pair of strong hands held me from behind. It was that same familiar presence, the only one that made me felt alive.

I didn’t bother to look at him. I burst out in sobs again, unable to hold it in. His arms tightened protectively around me.

My shoulders shook, my gaze blurred with tears. I never knew being comforted could mean so much to me. I felt like I wasn’t alone.

Damon turned me around, hugging me in a way his body hunched over mine, as if he was trying to shield me.

I buried my face in his chest. "Damon..." I wailed.

His shoulders trembled over mine, his hot tears dropping on my back.

I tried to pull away, but he held me so close. "Don’t go." He pleaded, his voice was hoarse as if he had been yelling for a long time.

My fingers clenched his shirt. "I... don’t want to," I muttered between sobbing.

He must have thought I was going to leave his embrace. He didn’t have to feel sad about that.

I cried harder, pondering on the words "don’t go". My heart clenched bitterly as the thought of him being alone again crossed my mind.

We remained like that for a long time and I didn’t know how much time had passed.

After I calmed down, I pulled away from his embrace. My gaze met his. His dark eyes, which had always appeared mysterious and dominant, had no spark this time. It was like a black sea with no light.

I cupped his face, tracing every line of his features as if memorizing them. "Why do you look so sad?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Damon looked at me for a long time. "Why didn’t you tell me?" He sounded hurt as if I had betrayed him.

I unknowingly averted my gaze. "What are you talking about?" I retracted my hands to my sides.

He cupped my chin, turning me to face him. "How could you keep such an important matter from me? Am I that terrible that you couldn’t confide in me?"

"Damon, I don’t know what..."

"Ember! Stop please." He yelled, tears dropping down his face.

My lips wobbled as I tried to stop myself from crying. ’There is no way he knows about it right?’

He paused as if to control his temper.

"I was looking for you earlier because I felt a sharp pain from the bracelet. I found you sitting beside the graveyard of your friends..." his eyes were full of pain and... disappointment. "I overheard what you said, about dying and... that we are having a child."

I clasped my hand over my mouth in surprise, my brows pulled closer as my expression became more sad. I shakily reached for his hand.

"Damon, l-listen. I didn’t mean to keep it from you." I pleaded.

"But you did. It only shows that you don’t see me as your partner. I thought we loved each other. And the fact that you were going to keep it from me until you..." He paused running his hand through his hair.

He turned around to leave. "I need some fresh air," he muttered.

At that point, I knew I had messed up. I shouldn’t have tried to keep it away from him, but it wasn’t because I didn’t trust him. It was because I loved him too much.

"I saw the past, Damon. I saw what happened to your mate and child." I said, shutting my eyes, the tears fell slowly down my cheeks.

Damon’s steps faltered. His hands formed into a fist.

"I just didn’t want you to go through it again. I didn’t want to leave you so devastated. I shouldn’t have kept it away from you. I... I thought I was protecting you and I could handle it." I said, staring at his back.

Damon turned around, he walked closer to me, his presence spilling into every corner of the room.

I lowered my gaze, unable to meet his. My body stiffened when he suddenly pulled me into a hug.

’Wasn’t he mad at me?’ I thought inwardly.