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Chapter 254: Chapter 254 Damon jealousy
She glanced at him, surprised by how his casual whisper had sent a wave of warmth through her, and she couldn’t help but smile. Lucas always knew how to lighten the mood, even if he didn’t realize it himself.
Damon noticed the interaction, his eyes narrowing slightly but he said nothing, keeping his arm wrapped protectively around Kyra’s other side.
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After they reached home, the meager supplies were laid out on the table. All they had left were a small amount of rice and some grains—barely enough to feed three people. With no other choice, Damon made a simple salty porridge. The smell of it filled the air, though the meal itself was far from hearty.
They divided the porridge equally, each of them holding a small wooden bowl. Kyra, however, only took a few bites before quietly pushing the rest toward Damon and Lucas. She knew they had larger appetites and needed more energy.
Damon eyed her skeptically, his brow furrowed as he watched her push the bowl toward him and Lucas.
"You eat so little, Ky-Ky," Lucas said, his voice filled with worry as he glanced at her nearly untouched bowl.
Kyra smiled gently, trying to reassure them. "I’m fine. You two need it more than I do," she said, nudging the bowl toward them with a little more insistence. Her hazel-blue eyes were soft, showing her care for them both.
Damon’s frown deepened as he watched her. He reached over, gently but firmly pushing the bowl back toward her. "Little thing, you need to eat," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "We all need our strength. Don’t think you can get away with skipping meals."
Lucas nodded in agreement, his tone now serious. "Yeah, Ky-Ky, you can’t keep feeding us and not take care of yourself. It’s not right."
Kyra sighed softly, she knew they were only looking out for her, but she couldn’t help wanting to make sure they had enough. Still, she picked up her spoon and took a small bite, feeling their eyes on her.
"Good," Damon murmured, his tone softening as he watched her eat.
After the meal, Damon went outside to clear the accumulating snow around the house, his breath visible in the cold air. Lucas carried the boiling pot outside to collect snow for washing the dishes.
Meanwhile, Kyra turned her attention to sweeping the floor inside the living room, making sure the small space remained clean and orderly. The rhythmic sound of the broom sweeping against the wooden floor echoed softly in the room, calming her as she worked.
"Ky-Ky," Lucas suddenly called, walking into the living room with a slightly grumpy expression on his face. Kyra paused, leaning the broom against the wall, and raised her brows at him in question.
"Some warriors are here to ask you something," he grumbled, crossing his arms. His tone made Kyra smile slightly as she raised her brows again, wondering what was going on.
When she glanced toward the entrance, she saw five of the warriors she had met at the leader’s house entering, with Damon right behind them. The men looked powerful, each one standing tall and muscular, with that sharp, fierce appearance that beastmen carried. They all had confident smiles on their rugged faces, and one of them even sent her a wink.
Damon’s stern gaze immediately locked on the winking male, his face hardening with displeasure. However, the warrior didn’t seem to care about Damon’s icy look. Instead, he strode directly toward Kyra, his confident smile never wavering. Despite the fact that Kyra had been sweeping moments ago, the warrior showed no hesitation.
He reached out, gently taking her hand in his large one, and before she could protest, he bent down to kiss it lightly. "Nice to meet you again, female," he said, his deep voice laced with a playful charm.
Kyra blinked in surprise, her cheeks warming from the unexpected attention. Damon, on the other hand, visibly tensed, his gaze darkening as he took a step closer, clearly not pleased with the display.
The warrior who had kissed Kyra’s hand stepped back, still grinning as if he’d done nothing out of the ordinary. His gaze flicked briefly to Damon but then returned to Kyra. "We’re here for guidance," he said with a hint of humor still in his voice. "We need to know what we should prepare for the upcoming journey."
Kyra noticed one of the beastmen holding a thick piece of paper and a pencil stick in his hands.
The one with the paper spoke next, his voice more serious and calm. "I can write and read," he said. Though less muscular than the others, he was lean and strong. "So, you can tell us what we need, and I’ll make sure it’s all prepared."
"Sure," Kyra responded, stealing a quick glance at Damon. His eyes were dark with intensity, and she could feel the tension rolling off him in waves. He looked ready to tear those beastmen apart for the way their eyes lingered on her.
"My study room. Take them there," Damon ordered reluctantly, his jaw tightening. He couldn’t stand the thought of their presence. As soon as they left, he knew he’d have to scrub the house clean again. The scent of others in his territory always left him on edge.
Kyra led the beastmen up the stairs, their heavy steps thudding behind her. Damon’s study was a simple space, with a sturdy wooden table, a few chairs, and tall windows that let in streams of light. It was functional, without unnecessary luxuries. Kyra moved to help them arrange the chairs, but before she could do much, one of the beastmen gently grabbed her wrist.
"Nah, nah!" he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He winked at her. "Delicate female like you shouldn’t be doing this kind of work. We’re still alive, aren’t we?"
The others laughed, settling into their seats around the table, clearly enjoying themselves. Kyra’s cheeks warmed as she pulled her hand back, trying to brush off the awkwardness.
From the doorway, Damon’s eyes narrowed, his aura becoming more oppressive by the second. His hands flexed at his sides, fists clenching tightly. Jealousy burned through him, his gaze locked on the beastman who had dared to touch Kyra. He barely restrained himself, knowing that snapping now would only lead to chaos.
Lucas, standing beside him, shifted controlling his anger. He shot a glance at Damon and shook his head slightly, trying to suppress his own irritation. "They’re just teasing," Lucas muttered, though his voice had an edge to it. "No need to murder them... yet."
But Damon’s eyes never left Kyra. Even as he tried to calm the possessive rage stirring inside him, the sight of those beastmen laughing around her left his blood boiling.
