Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 112 Hungry for War (Bonus)

"Midnight!" I yelled for him to watch out. I couldn’t move because I was already surrounded by the rogues.

Ezreal loomed over Midnight, who was already bleeding from the wounds that had been inflicted on him. One of his hind legs was broken, but he rose again to fight... even though he knew that he didn’t have a better chance of winning.

Ezreal lunged, and Midnight also lunged... before they could meet midair, a figure blurred through the air, its presence was overbearing. It was as if nature watched in silence the madness that was about to unfold.

A massive white wolf slammed into Ezreal in midair, sending him flying a few feet back. Ezreal staggered to his feet, his eyes widened as he saw Damon.

The rogues that had surrounded me began to attack me. A scream tore from my throat when one of the rogues bit my leg, pulling me along the dirt away from the border.

Just then, howls came from within the borders; hundreds of werewolves blurred out from the midst of the woods. One of the werewolves stood in front of Alaric, protecting him from any attack.

Damon turned, racing after us.

My scream hung in my throat as pain shot through my back. It felt like I was being ground alive. Damon blurred past the rogues behind me. He leaped into the air, ripping off the head of the rogue who had been dragging me.

He ripped through the rest of the rogues like they were nothing, his massive form a blur of pure rage and power. Blood splattered across the ground, painting the soil with the remains of those foolish enough to cross him.

The moment the last rogue fell, he shifted back into his human form without hesitation. His bare chest rose and fell, soaked in blood, his claws still dripping.

He walked toward me, scooping me up gently. My leg throbbed, and the wound on my back was still aching, but I could barely focus on the pain. Damon’s scent wrapped around me like a storm. I didn’t know if I felt safe or terrified.

Without a word, he carried me back to the border.

His steps were steady and heavy like he was holding back the urge to kill more. When we finally reached the edge of the woods, he dropped to one knee and rested me against the bark of a large tree. The coolness of it pressed against my back as he adjusted my cloak around my leg.

Then, without another glance, he stood up.

Just ahead, a group of his soldiers had already captured Ezreal. He was pinned to the ground, his arms held tightly behind his back by two warriors. His face had a deep scratch across it, but the arrogant smirk on his lips hadn’t faded.

Damon walked toward him, like a predator stalking its prey.

Ezreal met his gaze and scoffed. "So, this is the famous Lycan King. I expected more."

Damon didn’t respond.

He stood over Ezreal, towering over him like a shadow.

"Why does the Blood Moon Pack want her?" Damon asked, his voice calm... in fact, it was too calm. It carried no emotion. It was just cold, lethal curiosity.

Ezreal laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "She belongs to my Alpha. She’s his bride. Whatever you think she is to you... it doesn’t matter. You’re just interfering in what was already promised."

My breath caught in my throat.

’Bride? What?’

Damon’s eyes narrowed slightly. But he didn’t say a word.

Ezreal sneered. "You want to play hero? Fine. But this is between our Alphas now. Set me free, or you’ll have a war on your hands." His voice dropped, full of pride. "And trust me, Alpha Damon, you don’t want war with us."

The air suddenly tensed. The breeze rustled the trees.

And then, Damon... smiled. But it wasn’t a smile of amusement; it was the smile of a monster.

His lips curled slowly, his fangs still stained red. "Good," he said quietly. "Because I’m hungry for war."

Ezreal’s smirk faltered.

Before he could blink, Damon grabbed him by the hair and yanked him to his knees. The soldiers backed off instantly, sensing what was about to happen.

"Wait...!" Ezreal’s voice cracked, panic finally breaking through his mask of arrogance.

But it was too late.

Damon’s claws extended in a flash, and in one swift motion, he sunk his fangs into Ezreal’s neck, then he tore his head clean off. Blood sprayed across the clearing.

Ezreal’s lifeless body slumped to the ground, while Damon held the head by the hair, his expression unreadable.

Silence filled the air like a blanket.

The remaining rogues had all been killed or scattered. The only thing that remained was the eerie stillness of the aftermath.

Damon turned to one of his men and tossed the severed head forward.

"Send it to the Blood Moon Pack," he said, his voice low. "Tell their Alpha... this is just the beginning."

The soldier bowed his head and picked up the head without a word, disappearing into the trees.

Damon stood still for a moment longer, the wind brushing through his hair, before turning back to me.

I tried to sit up, but my body was still trembling. Damon walked over and crouched in front of me. He didn’t say anything at first. He just stared at me.

His eyes, usually so terrifying, now held something else... something unreadable.

I swallowed hard. "Bride of another Alpha?" I asked softly, still trying to make sense of what I’d heard.

Damon’s jaw clenched. "You’re mine."

There was no hesitation in his voice, nor a flicker of doubt.

I didn’t know what scared me more his words... or the way my heart reacted to them. His words made me feel like I was the only woman in his world... but deep down, I knew that wasn’t true. I don’t believe he can love me more than the way he loves the woman with the locket. But why was he always making my heart beat crazy for him? Should I love him?

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