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Chapter 135: Chapter 135 Soon..
Kyra woke up feeling sore, her waist and legs aching from the night before. Large hands were holding her waist tightly, and she felt warm breath near her neck. She was still naked and could feel his hard body pressed against her.
"Hmm..." Lucas opened his eyes as he felt her stir in his arms. The first thing he saw was his beautiful mate looking at him with sleepy eyes.
"Good morning." he muttered, grinning.
"Good morning, Mr. Wolf," Kyra replied softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and murmured. "You wore me out last night." feeling soreness all over her body.
Lucas chuckled, pulling her closer. "You didn’t seem to mind," he teased, his hands roaming gently over her back. "Did you sleep well?"
Kyra shook her head, still smiling. "Not a wink," she admitted, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. "You kept me up all night."
As they lay there, Lucas gently pulled off her body from his and rolled out of bed and stretched. "How about we get you cleaned up?" he suggested, scooping her up in his strong arms and carrying her to the bathroom.
Kyra blushed, feeling shy but comforted by his care. Lucas set a bucket near the pipe, ensuring it caught the warm water flowing down, his touch tender and filled with affection as he helped her wash.
Kyra couldn’t help but giggle as he carefully scrubbed her back and shoulders.
"You really don’t have to do all this." she said, her cheeks still pink.
"I want to," Lucas replied, his voice soft. "Taking care of you makes me happy."
After they were both clean, Lucas wrapped her in a fluffy towel and dried her off, then scooped her up again. "Breakfast time," he announced, carrying her downstairs.
Kyra buried her face in his neck, feeling a mix of shyness and warmth. "You’re going to spoil me," she murmured.
"That’s the plan." Lucas said with a wink as they reached downstairs. The delicious smell of food wafted through the air.
They saw Vincent and Toma already waiting at the dining table.
Lucas helped Kyra into her chair, his touch gentle. Kyra couldn’t help but feel a bit shy, especially when her eyes met Vincent’s dark red ones, making her heart skip a beat.
There was something about Vincent that always stirred odd feelings within her.
"Princess! Good morning." Toma said in his baby voice, grinning at her with excitement as his legs swung under the table.
"Good morning, my little prince." Kyra replied, smiling warmly at him.
"Who made this food?" Lucas asked, looking at Vincent suspiciously.
"I prepared it." Vincent said, his gaze briefly flicking to Kyra before settling back on Lucas.
"Don’t lie, brother. You actually beat Uncle Kyle to make us breakfast." Toma said, exposing his brother’s fib with a proud look.
"Oh my goodness! Vincent, you’re also a big liar," Lucas teased, giving Toma a thumbs-up. "Little Toma, your loyalty will always be remembered in our hearts."
"I said prepared, not that I made it." Vincent replied with Smirk.
"Well, whoever made it, it smells wonderful," Kyra said "Let’s eat."
As they dug into the meal, the room filled with chatter and laughter. 𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Lucas kept a close eye on Kyra, making sure she was comfortable and happy.
Vincent occasionally glanced at her, his expression inscrutable, while Toma chattered away about his plans for the day.
Vincent felt a burning flame in his heart, but his face stayed calm.
His eyes fell on the hickeys on Kyra’s neck. He remembered her moans and voice, which had kept him awake all night.
His gaze lingered on Kyra, noticing every detail.
The way she shyly avoided his eyes, the flush on her cheeks, and her soft hair stirred something deep within him.
Sadly, he wasn’t with her last night. But soon...
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"What are you doing, Princess? It tickles!" Toma squirmed on the sofa as Kyra measured his little body. Her hands brushed against him, causing him to wiggle and giggle uncontrollably.
Lucas and Vincent waited eagerly for their turns, watching the scene with amused expressions.
"Little Toma, stand still," Kyra said helplessly. Even the slightest touch made him giggle.
"Owwkay, hehe," he laughed. Once she finished measuring, she scooped him up into her arms.
"Little prince, your ticklish endurance is quite low. You should practice more often." Kyra teased, tickling him again. Toma laughed so loudly that it echoed through the room.
"Princess, don’t!" he squirmed. Kyra finally let him go, and Toma ran outside to meet his friends. After all, there was more space to play, and he was eager to join them.
"Ky-ky, you want to make us new clothes, but there’s really no need," Lucas said. Vincent nodded in agreement.
"It’s okay. I just want to make clothes for Celebration Day. I want both of you to look the most handsome." Kyra said, looking at them with her hands on her cheeks. To her, no one was more handsome than Lucas and Vincent.
Lucas felt lucky to have a mate like Kyra, his heart warmed by her kindness. Vincent, too, felt a surge of love for her, his eyes softening as he looked at her.
Celebration Day was three weeks away, and more than five tribes were invited.
The crowd was going to be large, and everyone was busy setting up their shops.
The males skilled in making furniture, wooden carvings, delicate patterns, decorations, clothes, and soaps were registering to open shops.
Another list was being prepared for the warrior groups of the Venomcrest tribe, who had to guard the tribe and be ready to fight. Hunting was a duty every male participated in. There were so many things starting in the tribe, and it was a bustling time.
Kyra was free these days, so she decided to make clothes for Lucas, Toma, and Vincent. Toma loved playing outside so much, and even if Vincent or Lucas stayed at home, they were always busy with something.
She didn’t mind being free, but she felt the need to do something or else she felt something was missing. Making clothes for her loved ones was a perfect way to fill her time and show her affection.
