Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet
Chapter 162 Meeting Her? (Bonus)
CHAPTER 162: CHAPTER 162 MEETING HER? (BONUS)
In the heart of the fae realm, sunlight filtered through the tall stained-glass windows of the royal court, casting soft colors across the marble floor. The room felt alive with quiet magic, pulsing in the walls and the air itself. It was a place of elegance and silence, where every sound echoed with meaning.
At the far end of the hall sat the ruler of the fae. A golden crown sat on his head. He wore fitted white trousers tucked neatly into pale gold boots. His royal shirt was buttoned to the collar, lined with intricate embroidery that shimmered faintly under the light.
His long white hair was tied at the top of his head, while the rest flowed down his back. His skin was so fair, as if it were untouched by time, and his blue eyes were sharp and cold. He carried the weight of age and authority, and the stillness around him made it clear that every word he spoke carried power.
The quiet was broken by the sudden rush of footsteps. A messenger burst through the doors and fell to one knee before the throne, panting as he caught his breath.
"My Lord," the messenger said quickly. "We’ve spotted three intruders. They have passed through the border, and we believe they’re headed toward the city."
The fae ruler’s expression did not change.
"Do not approach them yet," he said calmly. "If they can cross the border, then they must have gotten permission. Only watch them for now, report to me every action of theirs."
The messenger hesitated for a second, but then bowed again.
"Yes, my Lord."
With that, he rose and hurried back down the hall, his footsteps fading into the distance.
The ruler leaned back slightly in his seat, folding his hands together. His eyes glinted like ice.
"Interesting," he said under his breath.
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(Damon’s POV)
I slowed my horse and pulled the reins gently, bringing it to a stop as I stared at the massive castle in front of me.
The towers stretched high into the sky, their walls glowing softly with golden magic. The gates were wide open, as if they’d been expecting us... which didn’t make any sense.
"It really brought me here..." I muttered under my breath.
The tug from the bracelet had stopped the moment we stepped onto the castle grounds, maybe she was close by.
I scanned my surroundings, and I felt like everything was too easy. This is the fae realm, their security is top-notch. How is it that they haven’t detected our movement? Could it be they are just observing us for now?
Still, I pushed the thought aside, even when my instincts were telling me that something was wrong.
I dismounted first, landing on the ground with a quiet thud. I gave my horse a calm pat and glanced at the others.
Theo followed quickly behind, his expression tense, adjusting his glasses out of habit. Alaric swung off his horse a little slower, his eyes scanning the surroundings with clear suspicion. None of us spoke, because the tension in the air said enough.
The path ahead led straight into the city built around the castle. It was stunning in the most unnatural way. Everything shimmered faintly, like it was enchanted to never gather dust or lose its color. The buildings were all white and gold, with curved balconies and vines that crawled perfectly along the walls. The lamps didn’t hang from posts, they floated in the sky, suspended midair like stars in daylight.
Even the flowers lining the streets looked like they’d been painted by the gods’ hands.
It was too perfect and I hated it.
I kept my steps steady and slow, trying not to draw too much attention. Theo stayed close, walking just behind my shoulder. Alaric kept looking around, his hand twitching toward his belt like he was expecting to be ambushed at any moment.
Some of the fae flew in the air with their colourful wings, while others walked along the street. They stared at us like a thumbnail, Alaric smiled at them.
I shook my head, when will he ever be serious?
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching me from behind. I turned around, my instincts immediately kicking in, every muscle in my body ready to react.
Before I could take a defensive stance, something hit me.
A figure slammed into my chest with surprising force, and small arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I staggered from the impact, completely caught off guard.
Theo shouted my name behind me in alarm, and Alaric cursed under his breath, probably ready to act.
But I didn’t respond, because I couldn’t. The world seemed to have stilled for a moment as the smell of lavender, jasmine, and rosemary filled my senses.
The scent hit me so strongly, it felt like the air had been knocked from my lungs.
I froze. My arms stayed at my sides as I slowly looked down, barely daring to breathe.
Her silver-white hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her body trembled slightly as she clung to me.
And then she looked up. Those ocean-blue eyes locked with mine, and my entire world tilted.
My throat went tight. Her scent, her warmth, her eyes, everything about her told me exactly what my mind couldn’t process fast enough.
Even Alaric and Theo froze in their spot, the moment their eyes fell on her. That was when I knew it was not an illusion, she was real. And she was in my arms.
Then she quickly pulled out of my embrace. An unreadable glint passed through her eyes, then it was replaced with a cold, sharp expression. They were different from Ember’s curious ones.
"She is Ember... She is our mate!" Beowulf pounced inside me.
I know she was Embe, she looked like her and she smelled like her. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was different.
"I am sorry, young mister. Forgive me for my silly actions." She bowed her head, turning away to leave.
"Ember..." I called, my voice cracked with emotions I couldn’t explain.
Her steps faltered slightly, before resuming walking again.