Transmigrated: The Lycan King’s Pet

(Third POV)

A slow, pulsing throb behind her eyes that built with each passing second. Then came the nausea, heavy and relentless, curling through her stomach. Allison stirred, her lashes twitching as consciousness crept in.

Her head felt like it was being cracked open from the inside. Every beat of her heart sent a drum-like echo through her head. Her mouth was dry, and her throat parched like sandpaper.

Her vision blurred. She groaned as she tried to make sense of where she was.

Her arms were raised above her head, locked in place. A cold bite of silver metal pressed into her wrists. She tried to pull back, but the chains didn't budge. Her legs were restrained too, ankles held down with thick iron cuffs that scraped against her skin.

Panic surged through her spine. Her breathing grew uneven as the realization sank in.

"What…?" Her voice cracked. It came out too soft, nothing like the commanding tone she was used to. "Where am I?"

The room around her was dim. The walls were stone, slightly damp with condensation. There was no window, no sunlight. Just a faint flickering torch near the door that cast her shadow in long, distorted shapes across the floor.

She moved, hissing as the silver sizzled against her skin.

And then… the door creaked open.

A sliver of colder air seeped in as the door swung wider, and through it stepped Alpha Lucas. He walked in slowly, like he wasn't in a rush at all. His presence filled the room effortlessly. Tall, composed, every movement deliberate.

He closed the door behind him with a soft click.

Allison blinked, her gaze narrowing.

"Lucas…" she muttered, her voice hoarse. "What the hell is this?"

He tilted his head, smiling faintly. "So you're awake. That's good. I was starting to think I overdid it."

"Untie me," she snapped, forcing her voice louder, even though it strained her throat. "Now."

Lucas chuckled under his breath. "You're not in a position to give orders, Allison. Not anymore."

Her fingers twitched in the cuffs. She tried to push her wolf forward, she tried to call for it, but all she met was silence.

'What the hell is wrong with me! Come on, rip his throat out!'

That silence hit harder than the pain.

She masked her panic with a scowl. "I'm an Alpha, Lucas, I demand respect."

He walked over casually and crouched in front of her, one knee pressed to the ground. His eyes trailed across her face, lingering on the sweat beading at her temple.

"Are you?" he asked quietly. "Because right now, you don't look like one."

She jerked away from his reach, but the chains held her firm to her spot. Her body sagged slightly from the effort. Heat crawled under her skin like fire and the dizziness returned in waves.

"What did you do to me?" she hissed.

Lucas stood, brushing invisible dust from his coat. "Wolfbane," he said simply. "A steady, low dose. Just enough to keep you weak. And most importantly… make you listen."

Allison blinked slowly. She could feel it now. The fog in her mind. The sluggishness in her limbs. Her wolf was suppressed.

Her mouth went dry.

"You drugged me?" she said, barely above a whisper.

"I gave you a chance," Lucas replied, walking over to a small table in the corner. He picked up a vial of dark liquid and held it up. "And I'll give you the antidote… once you accept."

"Accept what?"

"Me," he said with a smirk. "As your mate."

Allison stared at him in disbelief. For a second, she actually thought he was joking. But there was no humor in his face.

"You're insane."

"No. I'm just done waiting."

She shook her head slowly. "I will never accept you."

Lucas walked back over to her, crouching once again so they were face to face.

"You'll change your mind," he said calmly. "Eventually. Maybe when your fever gets worse. Maybe when the tremors start. Or maybe when you can't tell if you're hallucinating or not."

He stood again, turning toward the door.

"You'll beg me for that antidote, Allison. The only choice you have is whether you crawl or scream when you do."

She glared at him, but her limbs were already beginning to tremble. Her head was swimming, and her breathing quickened.

"Think about it… Take your time if you must, but I doubt you have any." With that, he strode towards the door.

"Come back, you bastard! Free me right now! Lucas you son of a bitch! Come back here! Free me! LUCAS!"

The door shut behind him with a cold metallic thud, locking her in silence once again.

She was alone.

Her heart slammed against her ribs, but there was no strength behind the panic. Just a creeping numbness spreading through her veins. Her legs twitched weakly, useless beneath her. Even the pain from the cuffs was starting to dull.

Her fingers curled inward on instinct, trying to summon some kind of resistance, but even that small movement sent heat rushing to her face. Her arms ached from being pinned up so long. Her throat burned. Every breath now felt like it had to be dragged in through grit and smoke.

Her black wavy hair clung to her face, her hazel eyes slowly losing hope.

"I'll make you pay Lucas, I'll make you pay for this," she muttered under her breath.

She screamed from the horrifying realization that no matter how hard she tried to summon her wolf, nothing came. The bond she had relied on her entire life was silent…like it had been severed.

She wasn't just weak. She was alone.

Her head dropped forward, shoulders trembling slightly as sweat rolled down her temples. She bit down on the inside of her cheek to stop groaning. Even pain was better than slipping into whatever fever-induced haze was waiting.

'Even if I have to die, Lucas, I'll never take you as my mate… You asked for this, don't blame me when I retaliate."