My mates in Beastworld

Chapter 225: Chapter 225 Kyra prizes

"Ky-Ky?" Lucas called out softly as he entered the room, his eyes narrowing with concern. Kyra was sitting on the bed, muttering something to herself, her expression intense and distant. Lucas scratched his head, a mix of confusion and worry tugging at him. Lately, Kyra had been acting strange—more distant, lost in her own world, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was losing it.

He approached her slowly, careful not to startle her. "Ky-ky... are you okay?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm and soothing, though his mind raced with concern.

Kyra snapped out of her trance, blinking up at Lucas as if seeing him for the first time. "Luca... I... I was just thinking about something," she mumbled, her eyes darting around the room.

Lucas sighed, sitting down beside her on the bed. "You’ve been acting really weird lately, Ky-Ky. Is it because Vincent isn’t here? Are you missing him that much?"

Kyra’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of Vincent, but she quickly looked away, not wanting Lucas to see the turmoil in her gaze. "No... it’s not just that," she replied quietly. "There’s... a lot on my mind."

Lucas frowned, not entirely convinced. He couldn’t deny that the absence of Vincent was affecting all of them, but there was something more going on with Kyra, something she wasn’t telling him. And while he didn’t mind sharing her with Vincent, it didn’t mean he didn’t get jealous. The thought of Vincent being the cause of Kyra’s distress gnawed at him.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" Lucas said, trying to sound more understanding than frustrated. "I’m here for you, Ky-ky. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together."

Kyra glanced at Lucas, her heart softening at the concern in his voice. She wanted to tell him everything—her past life memories, her beast, the dark shadows haunting her thoughts—but how could she burden him with all of that? How could she explain something she barely understood herself?

Instead, she gave him a small, sad smile. "I know, Luca. I just need a little more time to figure things out."

Lucas didn’t push further, sensing that she wasn’t ready to open up completely. But the gnawing feeling of jealousy and helplessness didn’t go away. He couldn’t shake the fear that whatever was going on with Kyra might pull her further away from him—and from Vincent too.

Lucas gave Kyra a soft smile and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Alright, Ky-Ky," he said gently, his voice full of warmth. "Just remember, I’m here whenever you’re ready to talk."

Kyra nodded, feeling a bit of the tension ease from her shoulders. Her smile became a little more genuine as she looked up at him. "Thank you, Luca. I appreciate it."

He took her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Come on, lunch is ready," he said, leading her toward the door.

Together, they made their way downstairs, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly in the quiet house. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Kyra’s eyes immediately fell on Damon, who was already waiting for them in the dining area. He stood near the table, his back straight and his gaze sharp, as if he had been waiting for them to join him.

Damon’s presence filled the room, his aura as intense as ever. When he noticed them approaching, his eyes shifted from Lucas to Kyra, lingering on her for a moment longer. His expression was unreadable, but there was a hint of something—concern, perhaps, or curiosity—flickering in his gaze.

"Damon," Lucas greeted with a nod, his tone neutral but polite.

Damon returned the nod but didn’t say anything, his attention still fixed on Kyra. The silence that followed was heavy, almost suffocating.

Lucas, sensing the tension, tried to lighten the mood. "I hope you’re hungry," he said, gesturing toward the table where the meal was laid out. "I made enough for all of us."

Damon finally tore his gaze away from Kyra and looked at the food.

After they ate in silence, Damon stood up and called out to Kyra, his voice steady but laced with something deeper. "Little thing," he said, walking over to the sofa where he had placed a bag earlier. He picked it up and turned back to her, holding it out as he approached. "Your beauty contest prizes are all inside," he said, watching her face closely.

Kyra’s eyes flickered with curiosity as she took the bag from him. Damon continued, "The healer mentioned they’ve organized a meeting for all the town members. He was also hoping to see you and Lucas there."

Lucas, who had been listening quietly, suddenly perked up. His eyes lit up with excitement. He knew Kyra had won the beauty contest—a child had told him when he and Vincent were searching for her. "What are the prizes?" he asked eagerly, unable to contain his enthusiasm.

Kyra’s face brightened as she got her prize back; she had almost forgotten about it with so many things happening in such a short span of time.

"Coins, jewelry, an ancient tiara..." she began listing, her tone cheerful.

"...And five males," Damon interjected, his voice tight with irritation as he recalled the scene where those five males had been admiring Kyra.

Lucas’s eyes widened in shock. "You didn’t take any one of them, right?" he asked, his voice edged with concern.

"Luca, I—" Kyra started to explain, but before she could finish, Lucas’s mind seemed to spiral in the wrong direction. His thoughts ran wild, and the next thing she knew, Lucas had shifted into his wolf form. He began pacing the room, his large paws thudding against the floor as he whined and howled anxiously, clearly distressed by the idea of Kyra accepting other males.

"Luca, stop!" Kyra called out, but her words were drowned by his frantic howling.

His anxiety filled the room as he paced back and forth, letting out a painful howl. He looked so sad, his blue eyes filled with deep sorrow that seemed to take over him completely.