His Regret

George's POV:

I looked at the tiny lady in my arms and sighed sadly. ‘What sort of problem is this? How dare she faint in my arms? I shouldn't have saved her life; it's not worth my time!’ I murmured to myself, a deep frown settling on my face. I roughed my hair with my hand angrily, wondering what I should do with her.

I stood there, feeling frustrated and unsure. Using the opportunity, I couldn't help but notice her fragile appearance. Her pale skin was marred by bruises, and she had a delicate feature which made her look like a creamy doll. I couldn't believe that I was stuck with the responsibility of looking after a human.

I noticed the snake bite mark and knew that venom was in her blood.

But as I gazed into her unconscious face, something strange happened. My heart, which was once cold and hardened, began to feel a slight pity for her. I couldn't explain it, but a pang of guilt and connection washed over me. Maybe it was the way she clung to me, trusting me to keep her safe, or perhaps it was the vulnerability in her eyes. Whatever it was, it broke down my defenses.

My fingers traced the gentle curves of her cheeks, and I was struck by the memory of my first love. As I gazed at her, a teardrop escaped my eye, falling like a blessing upon the snake bite mark. In an instant, the wound vanished, leaving no trace of its existence.

I sighed, feeling a sense of pity wash over me. "Fine," I muttered to myself, "I'll take care of you... for now." I gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face, trying not to notice how soft it felt.

As I looked at her, I realized I didn't even know her name. "What's your name, little bird?" I whispered, hoping she'd somehow respond. As I waited for an answer that never came, I knew I had to do something. The woods were not a safe place to play at night.

I took a deep breath and returned my sword, still smeared with the bears' blood, to its sheath. I carried her in my arms like a baby, spread out my magnificent black wings, their feathers rustling in the silence, and flew as fast as the wind could carry us.

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Lycan’s Pack:

George's POV

As we soared for what felt like an eternity, the landscape below us finally gave way to a breathtaking sight: an ancient kingdom that seemed to rise organically from the mist-shrouded grounds.

As I prepared to land, the sky became black, and hundreds of breathtaking fire dragons flew about happily, bringing light to the kingdom.

“Here goes everything,” I murmured and began to flap my wings.

Women and men on dragons flew around the sky, smiles on their faces. The atmosphere was tense, and the scary witch bats made it more eerie. As we descended onto the ground, two dragons swirled around us, their fiery scales glinting in the dark sky.

A mischievous smirk settled on my lips as I looked around my kingdom, fulfilled and happy. The tiny woman in my arms didn't stir, and I had the urge to give her to my waiting servant, whose hand was stretched, ready to collect the antelope I promised to hunt for her.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty," she greeted, her voice low and gravelly. "Oh, you've brought the package."

"No, Litto, I didn't bring back any packages. A little bird interrupted my peaceful hunt, and I wasn't able to meet with Morgan,” I replied curtly with a grimace on my face and shook my head regretfully.

Litto’s expression turned cold, her eyes narrowing slightly. "A bird, you say? How convenient!” she gazed at the tiny woman in my arms, her eyes lingering on her pale skin. "What do you plan to do with this..

bird?" She asked with a sarcasm filled voice.

I shrugged, my smirk growing wider. "Oh, I haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll keep her as a pet, or maybe I'll give her to my dragons as a snack."

Litto's expression didn't change, but I could sense a flicker of excitement in her voice. "Well, whatever you decide, I'm sure it will be entertaining."

I chuckled, my eyes scanning the environment, some of my subjects were watching us with eager eyes. "Yes, I'm sure it will be. After all, it's not every day we get a new plaything in the pack.” I mumbled thoughtfully, wondering if I was going to give her out as a pet.

As I stood there, some dragons surrounded us, their eyes fixed on the sleeping woman in my arms. They looked at her curiously. I knew they were shocked to see me carrying a woman, worst still, bringing her back. They looked eager for entertainment and bloodshed. I could sense their excitement and anticipation as they wondered what I would do with this… plaything.

“Back off! What do you think you're trying to do?” I snarled at a man when he tried to take the lady from my arms. My face turned into a deep, angry frown, and I clenched my fists.

“I wanted to help carry her, Your Majesty. You said she's your plaything,” he replied with a nonchalant voice.

I felt irritated by his words and raised one of my fingers. When I turned it around, the man groaned in pain until he dropped dead. I smirked on seeing the fear in my subjects’ yellow eyes.

‘At least now no one will call my catch a plaything,’ I murmured under my breath, my eyes fixated on the sleeping lady.

Two women appeared and quickly packed the dead man's body. With a flourish, I swept my wings open and strode towards my castle, the tiny woman still clutched in my arms. A dragon opened the huge door, allowing us to pass, and I entered the grand hall of my home.

The interior was just as breathtaking as the exterior, with high ceilings and grand chandeliers that cast flickering shadows on the walls.

The walls themselves were adorned with paintings depicting scenes of battles and conquests. At the far end of the hall, I could see the grand staircase leading up to the private chambers and gallery.

I strode towards the staircase, Litto following closely behind. Everywhere was quiet and dark. And my eye's color changed to bright yellow, illuminating a beautiful light.

“Should I open the windows, Your Majesty?” Litto asked with a polite tone, after an awful silence.

“No! It wouldn't matter; the sky is black anyway,” I replied curtly, and used one of my hands to push the door of a big room open. Litto bowed and quickly retreated.

The room's decorations were different from a normal lycan lord's room. My room was the biggest in the castle. It was large, and the interior design alone cost millions of pounds. I had an extravagant queen-sized bed in the center, and it was neatly arranged with the finest Italian linens. My wardrobe could contain thousands of adult clothes, and my towering windows overlooked the lush gardens.

The walls were adorned with an ever-changing gallery of priceless art, with paintings by famous artists and sculptures from around the world. A massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, soft glow on the room.

I laid her on the bed and gently sat beside her. As much as I wanted to abandon her and give her to my subjects for fun, another part of me wanted to keep her, and I couldn't explain why.

My fingers slowly caressed her soft, milky cheek, and I wondered if my wish had come true. "Are you the one? Were you reborn to break my curse or to torment me?” I thought aloud with a grimace, and my countenance changed to that of a hopeless boy, as the memories of my past love surfaced.

“I never meant to let you go. It was a silly mistake and ever since you left, I have lived my life regretting it,” I murmured as I caressed her cheeks. “.... With no doubt, you've been reborn! I recognize your face, lips, cheeks, nose, and hair color. You’re still the brave woman who managed to unfreeze my heart.” I smiled broadly, admiring the sleeping lady's features.

“Your Majesty!” A tiny voice interrupted my thoughts, and knocks echoed on the door.