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Chapter 168: Chapter 168 Oceanus
Hearing his questions, her head started pounding. She wasn’t sure how to answer him.
"Where are we, little thing?" Damon asked again, looking around in amazement. He had never seen anything like this in his life.
Kyra knew she had to explain, so she didn’t hide it from him, though she didn’t tell the entire truth. "Actually, this is a space capsule. It’s like a house that I can carry with me." she said calmly, hoping it would be enough to satisfy his curiosity.
Damon’s eyes widened in awe. "A house you can carry... Incredible," he murmured, still taking in the surroundings. He turned his gaze back to Kyra "You really are full of surprises, little thing."
Kyra smiled, relieved that he seemed to accept her explanation.
"That’s such a super invention. Why isn’t it famous yet?" Damon asked, looking at her with his sharp silver eyes.
Kyra hesitated for a moment. "Actually... it’s still private and confidential, so it hasn’t been made public yet. But if you don’t believe me, you can visit our tribe called Venomcrest. My mate Vincent is the leader. We have electricity, proper pipelines, and disaster-proof houses."
Damon raised an eyebrow, half-jokingly. "And don’t tell me you’re the one who invented everything."
Kyra met his gaze with a serious expression. "I did," she said. "With the help of my mates and the males of our tribe."
Damon’s eyes widened in surprise. "You... you really are something else, little thing."
Kyra smiled softly. "It’s not just me. It was a collective effort. But now, let’s focus on getting you better. We can talk more about all this once you’re fully recovered."
Damon nodded, his intense gaze lingering on her lips for a moment. He noticed her rubbing her temples, looking pained.
"Are you okay, little thing?" he asked, pulling her closer.
"Just a little headache... because I haven’t slept much," Kyra replied, her voice tired.
"Why..." Damon started to ask, but then he remembered how she had taken care of him through his fever. His stone heart began to melt at an incredible speed, and his gaze softened as he looked at her.
His large hand pulled Kyra more comfortably into his arms, and he began rubbing her temples gently. "You should have woken me up." he murmured, his voice full of regret.
Kyra closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "You needed rest. I’m okay."
Damon’s heart ached at her selflessness.
He continued to massage her temples, his touch gentle and soothing. "Thank you, little thing," he whispered. "For everything."
Kyra smiled weakly, her eyes still closed. "Just rest, Damon."
As he held her, Damon realized just how much she meant to him.
He felt a pang of guilt as he thought about the disgusting thing he had asked of her—to seduce a male she didn’t even know. In the beginning, he had assumed she was like other females, not caring about which male they were with. But Kyra had proved him wrong. She was different—selfless, caring, and strong.
He whispered softly, "Little thing, I’m sorry for asking you to do something so awful. I was wrong about you." As he kissed her forehead, his lips lingered there longer.
He didn’t want to let her go. He rubbed her temples softly, afraid his large hands might injure her delicate, soft skin.
Kyra soon fell asleep in his arms, curled up as she climbed onto his large frame and hugged his neck. 𝖓𝔬𝖛𝔭𝔲𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
Damon’s lips curled upward. He liked holding her like that. She rubbed her head against his neck, and he thought, ’She is so cute.’ He rubbed her back, but froze when he felt the sensation of the mark.
Suddenly, he felt a fire burning in his heart, and his chest tightened.
He held her tighter, his heart racing. "Little thing," he whispered, "I don’t want to lose you." His eyes flashed with intensity.
***
"I will help you." said a deep, melodious voice.
Lucas turned toward the sound and saw a tall, gorgeous male standing there.
The male’s long, wavy hair cascaded down his back in shades of dark silver and stormy gray, reminiscent of a stormy sea.
His eyes were a striking turquoise, flecked with gold that sparkled like sunlight reflecting off water.
His skin was paler than Vincent’s but had a healthy glow. His hands and feet were webbed, with elegant, translucent fins.
The male wore a tunic made of seaweed and shells, which clung to his form and moved fluidly as he walked.
"Who are you?" Lucas asked sharply, alarmed. However, his eyes turned confused when he noticed the stranger was only a rank one beastman.
Even cubs could reach that rank at an early age. Why was this male so weak?
The stranger smiled seductively. "My name is Oceanus."
"Who do you think you are, weakling?" Lucas snapped, positioning himself protectively in front of Vincent, his aura flaring with defensive vigor.
Unfazed, the stranger moved closer to them, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Ah, so defensive," he taunted, eyes flickering over Vincent’s injured form and his face "Ah, that scar on his face, it’s a pity if his mate abandoned him."
Lucas’s fists clenched, anger pulsing through him. "Watch your words." he growled, voice low and threatening, ready to pounce.
Oceanus raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture, his expression innocent yet knowing. "Easy there," he said calmly. "I mean him no harm. Let’s cut to the chase. I’m Helar, and I can help him," he offered, meeting Lucas’s gaze with a disarmingly sincere smile.
"And why should I believe you?" Lucas growled, his doubt evident in his tone.
"Come on, Wolf, relax. I’m not that powerful with my rank. Do you think I’d still be alive if I weren’t really a healer?" Oceanus replied, flashing his seductive smile once more.
Lucas studied him intently, acknowledging that strength was crucial for survival, and considering Oceanus’s low rank, he doubted Oceanus could have survived if he were not truly a healer.
"Then help him. But what do you want from us?" he asked, meeting Oceanus’s gaze directly.
Oceanus returned his gaze with a captivating smile. "Nothing," he said, his voice alluring. "I just want..."
