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Chapter 177: Chapter 177 Sandra Warth
With that task done, Kyra went back downstairs to the kitchen.
She felt a bit tired but also satisfied with her efforts. She started preparing breakfast, chopping vegetables and setting up the stove. She wanted to surprise Damon with a hearty meal once he woke up.
As she cooked, the aroma of the food filled the house. She knew her cooking wasn’t as good as Damon’s, but it was good enough to eat, she thought as she walked upstairs again.
She took out another set of clothes for herself and washed her body, cleaning her teeth and getting ready for the day. Feeling refreshed, she walked back toward the bed and saw that Damon was already awake.
He was sitting up, rubbing his eyes and looking a bit more rested than before. Seeing her approach, he gave a sleepy smile. "Morning, little thing," he greeted her, his voice still a bit groggy.
"Good morning," she replied, smiling back. "I made breakfast. It might not be as good as yours, but it’s ready."
Damon stretched and got out of bed, walking over to her. "I’m sure it’s great," he said, giving her a reassuring smile. "Thank you for taking care of everything this morning."
She blushed slightly, feeling a warmth in her chest. "It’s the least I could do."
Damon looked at her with a smile. She was really different from other females. Most wouldn’t even know how to cook, but Kyra did, and it made him feel special to eat food made by her. It felt more comfortable and homely than the tight, rigid life most males lived after getting a female.
He took her hand, leading her downstairs to the kitchen. The smell of the food greeted them as they entered, and Damon’s eyes lit up with genuine appreciation. "It smells wonderful," he said, taking a seat at the table.
Kyra served the food, watching Damon take his first bite. He chewed thoughtfully and then smiled at her. "It’s delicious," he said, and she could tell he meant it.
Damon was really enjoying his time with Kyra. He hoped that soon, she would forget her mates and think only of him. After all, how could they have been so careless as to lose such a precious female? If they didn’t cherish her, he certainly would.
After breakfast, Damon went to work on Kyra’s dress, pouring his creativity and care into every stitch.
Kyra, finding herself with nothing to do, decided to start her exercises. She went through her routine, feeling the burn in her muscles and the steadying of her mind. It was a way to keep herself occupied and maintain her strength. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
After finishing her exercise, Kyra headed to the room and closed the door lightly without locking.
She took off all her clothes and shifted into her Frostlyn Beast form. Her sleek, red fur gleamed in the dim light as she began grooming herself, licking her fur awkwardly.
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At the same time in Sandra’s house, chaos reigned.
"The f*ck!" Sandra shouted, kicking the male who was holding her dress. "With a dress like yours, do you think I can even win the beauty contest?" Her voice was shrill with anger and frustration.
The beauty contest was crucial to her. The winners not only received a large amount of coins but also had the opportunity to choose five powerful males from different places.
These males were all strong and highly sought after. Winning the contest meant gaining status, wealth, and the chance to select the best males.
Females could choose any one of the males if they liked, or they could choose all five. Along with the males, there were various gifts from each one.
Sandra paced back and forth, her eyes blazing with anger.
She had to win, no matter what. Her mind raced with thoughts of how to ensure her victory, and she knew she had to look her absolute best.
"Get out of my sight!" she screamed at the male, who scurried away, trembling. She needed a plan, and she needed it fast.
Her gaze fell on a pile of dresses she threw in the corner of the room. She would have to find someone better, someone who could create a dress that would outshine all the others.
"I need to win," she muttered to herself, her fists clenched. "I have to."
As she plotted her next move, her mind couldn’t help but wander to Kyra, the mysterious female with Damon. She felt a surge of jealousy and anger. Kyra was a threat, and Sandra knew she had to do something about it.
Sandra’s rage knew no bounds. The males in her household bore the brunt of her fury as she lashed out at them one by one.
"Useless! All of you!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the large house. She grabbed a vase and hurled it across the room, barely missing one of the males, who ducked just in time. "Do you think I can win with this pathetic excuse for a dress? You should be ashamed!"
One male tried to calm her, stepping forward cautiously. "Sandra, we can still—"
"Shut up!" she interrupted, her eyes blazing with anger. She slapped him hard across the face, leaving a red mark. "I don’t want your excuses. I want results!"
Another male, holding a piece of fabric, approached her timidly. "We can make adjustments. We just need more time."
Sandra turned on him, her face twisted with fury. "Time? Time is what we don’t have! The contest is just days away, and you think we can fix this mess with a little more time?" She snatched the fabric from his hands and tore it in half. "This is garbage!"
Her tirade continued as she berated each male, her words cutting deeper than any physical blow. They stood silently, heads bowed, knowing better than to argue with her in this state. The atmosphere was tense, charged with fear and resentment.
Suddenly, the door to the room swung open, and Benjamin walked in.
