My mates in Beastworld

Chapter 170: Chapter 170 He would die for her

Finally, after hours of searching, he returned to the cave, his hands filled with the foraged goods. He shifted back into his dragon form and flew the short distance to the cave entrance, carefully landing outside. Shifting back into his human form, he entered the cave and placed the gathered food on a flat rock near the entrance.

He then covered the entrance with a large rock, ensuring it would keep out the cold and any potential threats. Satisfied that the cave was secure, he entered the capsule, eager to see Kyra and share what he had found.

Inside, Kyra was still asleep, wrapped warmly in the blankets. Damon gently stroked her hair, whispering, "I found some food, little thing. It’s not much, but it will keep us going." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and set about preparing the food in kitchen.

"What are you doing, Damon?" Kyra woke up and, not seeing Damon around, went looking for him.

"I found something to eat for you, but I don’t know how to use these." Damon said, glancing at her face.

"Let me show you," Kyra walked towards him, standing so close that he could smell her scent, and helped to ignite the stove. His focus fell on her face, momentarily forgetting the task at hand.

"What do you want to make? I’ll help you," Kyra offered. "And I have some spices in my kitchen. You can tell me, and I will find them for you."

Damon’s eyes followed Kyra closely as she moved to the stove. "I found some winterberries, wild garlic, and mushrooms," he said, showing her his modest haul. "I’m not sure what to make with them, but I want it to be something good for you."

Kyra smiled, touched by his effort. "We can make a simple stew with these. The garlic will add a nice flavor, and the mushrooms and berries will give it some substance."

Damon took charge from there, his movements confident and precise. He grabbed a pot from a nearby shelf and filled it with water, placing it on the stove. He chopped the samll amount of garlic and mushrooms with ease, his large hands surprisingly skilled. Kyra watched, impressed by his expertise.

"You said you have spices?" Damon asked, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the mesmerizing sight of Kyra in front of him.

"Yes, let me get them for you," she replied, opening a small cupboard and pulling out various jars. She handed them to Damon. "These are some basic ones—salt, pepper, and a few dried herbs. They should add some nice flavor to the stew."

Damon nodded, adding the spices to the pot with a practiced hand. As the stew began to simmer, filling the capsule with a savory aroma, Kyra turned to Damon. "We’ll let it cook for a bit. It should be ready soon."

"Yeah," he said, leaning against the kitchen island, looking at her. "Until then, you should tell me about yourself."

Kyra raised her eyebrows. "What do you want to know? I’ll tell you."

He thought for a moment, eyes studying her. "Like how you met your mates."

"How about you tell me something about yourself first? You haven’t really opened up to me, except when you took me to see the surroundings," Kyra suggested, trying to shift the conversation.

Damon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fair enough," he said. "What do you want to know?"

Kyra thought for a moment, then asked, "Why don’t you tell me about your past? Something you haven’t told anyone."

Damon’s expression grew thoughtful. "There’s not much to tell. My life has been about survival and strength. I’ve always had to be strong to protect what’s mine..."

"Then why do you want to take revenge on that female and Benjamin?" Kyra asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Damon’s face darkened as he looked at the stew. "I think the stew is ready," he said, avoiding her question.

Seeing his expression harden, Kyra decided not to push him. Instead, she helped him serve the food onto the table. Both of them ate in silence, the weight of the unspoken question hanging in the air.

The rich aroma of the stew filled the space, a comforting counterpoint to the tension between them. Kyra took a bite, savoring the flavor, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Damon’s reaction.

Damon ate slowly, his mind clearly elsewhere. He glanced at Kyra occasionally, his eyes softening when he saw her concern, but he remained silent, lost in his thoughts.

"I am sorry, Damon, for asking you something so personal... I know I am still a stranger to you... I shouldn’t have crossed the line, and we should leave the capsule. We can’t stay here forever," Kyra said, giving him a small smile before walking outside.

However, Damon looked at her back as she left. ’You’re not a stranger to me, little thing,’ he muttered under his breath, ’but my everything.’

Damon followed her outside. The cold air bit into his skin, but he barely noticed as he walked over to her.

Kyra soon turned off the space capsule, and Damon noticed the distance she was putting between them.

"Little thing, you can sit on my back," he offered, shifting into his dragon form.

But Kyra gently shook her head. "No thanks, Damon. I don’t want to depend on you too much. Because once we separate, I shouldn’t struggle to survive without you," she said as she shifted into her frostlyn form.

She remembered how she had felt overly protected by Lucas and Vincent, never expecting the dangers she later faced. She didn’t want to repeat the same mistake. She wanted to grow stronger.

Damon felt a pang of hurt, thinking she was drawing a line between them.

His chest tightened with a mix of frustration and longing.

However, when he saw her in her beast form, his eyes flashed with amazement. Her fluffy fur and Furry nine elegant tails captivated him. She was such a gorgeous female beast; he would die for her.