Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet

I growled aggressively, my eyes turning to the shades of grey. Furs rippled from my skin, my heart beat quickened.

Allison moaned beneath me, thinking she was the one causing my reaction.

I ignored her, sniffing the air. The scent was coming from outside the hall.

"Let me out... our mate is here." Beowulf clawed at the back of my head.

I growled again, the mate pull was maddening that I could only think of claiming her.

I pulled away from Allison. My heart yelled at me to follow the scent.

Allison’s hand circled around mine, holding me back. "Where are you going? We are only getting started... Don’t forget what this union means to us, especially to your pack. Make me yours right now."

My frame towered over as I loomed closer to her, and the next second a splitting cry filled the air. Blood splattered across the curtains.

Allison held her hand to her chest as hot tears streamed down her cheeks.

"That is a warning, if you ever lay a hand on me, I’ll make sure they are gone forever." Beowulf and I growled in unison.

A look of satisfaction etched on my face at the deep gruesome back on her hand.