My mates in Beastworld

Chapter 265: Chapter 265 Damon secrets (1)

Kyra blushed, unable to bring herself to meet his gaze, while Damon smirked knowingly.

But one question kept running through his mind: How the hell had he lost control last night? He had even shared her with Lucas, something he never imagined he would do. Damon had always prided himself on his self-control, even when Kyra was in heat, he had managed to restrain himself. But last night... something had changed.

Kyra had the same question. Damon had always been possessive—someone who wouldn’t even consider sharing what was his. And yet, last night, that possessiveness seemed to slip away.

’Well, it’s your hormone scent,’ Kaia’s amused voice chimed in. ’We Frostlyns release an addictive scent for our mates that drives them wild, makes them lose their minds with excitement. It’s only natural.’ Kaia’s laughter echoed in Kyra’s thoughts.

’And you were under the effect too! Isn’t that wonderful? I’m sure you enjoyed yourself last night.’

’You should have told me before!’ Kyra blurted out, her voice a mix of frustration and embarrassment. Her cheeks were flaming red, and she couldn’t even bring herself to look Damon in the eye. ’No wonder... no wonder...’ she mumbled to herself, her face growing even redder as she recalled the events of last night. Everything was starting to make sense now, but it didn’t make her feel any less mortified.

Suddenly, Lucas stirred beside her, his voice groggy. "Morning, Ky-ky," he mumbled, his eyes half-open as he blinked the sleep away. He looked adorably disheveled, clearly not fully awake yet.

Kyra shot Lucas a glance, but his carefree smile only made her feel more flustered. "Morning," she muttered awkwardly, trying to bury her face into the pillow.

***

After the awkward morning inside the space capsule, Kyra finally stepped outside. She didn’t dare glance back at Damon or Lucas, her face still flushed from everything that had happened.

Damon, however, seemed completely unfazed by it all. Calm and composed as ever, he didn’t have many supplies left, so he prepared porridge for breakfast again. The three of them ate in relative silence, the awkwardness still heavy in the air. Lucas seemed to be the only one trying to break the tension, occasionally tossing her a playful smirk, but Kyra just focused on her food.

Once breakfast and their morning routines were complete, a sudden, sharp knock echoed through the House.

Lucas, ever the curious one, quickly rose from sofa and strode over to the door. When he opened it, the leader stood there, his sharp gaze sweeping the room. His eyes briefly lingered on Kyra before they settled firmly on Lucas and Damon.

"We need to talk," the leader said curtly, with three males standing silently behind him, their expressions serious.

"Come in," Lucas said, stepping aside to let them enter. The group filed into the room, and everyone made their way to the sofas. Kyra quietly followed, taking a seat near Lucas, while Damon stayed back, lazily leaning against the wall, his eyes carefully watching the exchange.

Kyra was the first to break the silence. "Is something wrong, Leader? You seem tense."

The leader exhaled deeply, glancing around before addressing her. "Yes, Female," he began, his voice laced with urgency. "We’ve prepared everything you requested. We’ve also made sure to pack coats—we can’t afford to fall ill by getting caught in the rain. But that’s not all. Our supplies are dangerously low. We’ve decided it’s best to head out tomorrow morning. We can’t afford any further delays." His expression was tight as he said.

Kyra fell silent for a moment, looking at him with a firm expression. "The sooner, the better," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "So we will head out tomorrow."

Lucas leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "So we’re going to hunt beasts or find some fruits, vegetables, or any edible things... I’ve got great knowledge of edible plants," he said confidently.

Lucas had always been in touch with nature. His experience with farming and his active role in his tribe’s food hunting made him a reliable source of knowledge when it came to survival in the wilderness.

The leader looked at him with a smile. "Then we will rely on your guidance. We only have some common knowledge," he said. Lucas looked proud, trying to hide his smile.

Damon, on the other hand, was still tense, his mind focused more on the potential dangers than on the excitement of the expedition. He couldn’t stop feeling uneasy, especially after Kyra got that unknown letter. But when he saw how determined she looked, he slowly nodded in agreement.

"I will take my leave," the Leader said, standing up with three male warriors by his side. Kyra followed them to the entrance to see them off, offering a polite smile and a small nod as they departed.

When she returned, she found Damon sitting on the sofa, leaning back with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed in deep thought. His expression was dark and intense, as if he was calculating something important.

Across the room, Lucas sat on the opposite sofa, staring at Damon with a bored expression, his chin resting on his palm. Every now and then, his gaze flicked to Damon’s face, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he tried to guess what was occupying Damon’s mind so intently.

The room was thick with unspoken tension, and as Kyra walked back in, she felt it immediately. It was as though both men were caught up in their own worlds, one lost in his thoughts, the other trying to understand the other’s silence.

"You... how is this possible?" Suddenly Lucas asked numbly, his voice tinged with disbelief as he stared at Damon. "You have wings... but isn’t it said that beastmen lost those abilities after the great evolution caused by the earthquakes and volcanic disasters?"

Again Lucas shook his head in disbelief. "The legends say that after the land-shattering disasters, beastmen lost their natural beast-like traits in human form. Wings, tails, ears... they all vanished. No one’s seen such features in generations. How do you still have them?"

Damon remained silent, his gaze drifting toward the wall.