My mates in Beastworld

Chapter 300: Chapter 300 I can’t live without you

Kyra tightened her grip on Benjamin’s wrist, her deep smile never leaving her face. "What do you think you’re doing?" she asked coldly. "Trying to harm my people... you’ve got guts, Benjamin." Without hesitation, she twisted his arm and delivered a swift kick to his stomach, sending him crashing to the ground.

Benjamin glared at her with hatred, his eyes cold and filled with anger. "It’s you. You ruined everything," he spat. "My whole childhood was spent planning this with my Beast father, planning how I’d get the world key. It was his dream, our legacy. And now he’s gone, and you ruined it. You ruined my great-great-great-grandfather’s dream."

Kyra’s expression didn’t falter, but Damon’s eyes narrowed at the revelation. Shocking wasn’t enough to describe it.

"So what!" Damon’s voice was harsh, cutting through the tension. "You were willing to destroy the whole world for this twisted dream? You’re sick, Benjamin."

Benjamin let out a dark laugh. "Yes, I’m sick. I hate you, Damon. I killed your sister! I killed her!" His voice dripped with venom, his confession chilling.

Damon’s face went blank, and he staggered back a few steps, all color draining from his face. His vision blurred, rage boiling within him. All he could see now was red.

"You... killed my sister?" His voice cracked, and his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Unable to bear it, Damon collapsed to the ground, his expression blank, drained of strength.

"Damon!" Kyra’s voice trembled with worry as she knelt beside him, gripping his arms tightly. Her heart ached at the sight of his deep injury, his back barely held together by the hastily applied bandages. The sight of him, struggling and vulnerable in a way she had never seen, filled her with fear and anger.

Benjamin smirked darkly, his confidence grew as he watched Damon’s weakened state.

Suddenly he stood up slowly, his body aching, but his eyes suddenly turned sharp, glowing silver. His red gaze locked onto Benjamin with a anger that could burn the world. Without caring about his pain, Damon’s voice was low, filled with rage, "You killed my Siri."

He repeated it, louder this time, "You killed my Siri."

Benjamin smirked, wiping blood from his lips. "Of course... I enjoyed it—" but before he could finish, Damon’s fist connected with his face, silencing him. The force of the punch made Benjamin stagger, his head snapping to the side, blood dripping from his mouth.

Kyra stood up behind Damon, her face bloodied from the battle, her eyes slightly red from exhaustion. Despite her tiredness, she stood tall, watching Damon. Her heart ached as she saw the pain in his movements.

Damon punched Benjamin again, his fists relentless. Each blow painted Benjamin’s fair face with blood. Yet, Benjamin didn’t fight back. He let Damon beat him, taking each hit without resistance, as if embracing his end. He had grown tired, so tired. He just wanted peace.

But Damon didn’t stop. His vision was filled with red. He couldn’t see Benjamin’s resignation, only his betrayal.

"I stabbed your sister until she stopped breathing," Benjamin rasped through the blood, a twisted smile on his lips. He laughed, coughing more blood, as if the words would be his final blow to Damon.

Damon’s heart throbbed painfully. He had once believed Benjamin was his best friend, but now, all he saw was a monster. His nails elongated, becoming sharp claws. In a single motion, Damon stabbed Benjamin in the chest. His cold eyes never wavered as he watched the blood pour from his former friend.

Without hesitation, Damon stabbed him again, and again.

Benjamin collapsed onto the ground, his chest soaked in blood. The morning sun began to rise, casting a soft, orange glow across the scene. The sunlight bathed Benjamin’s face, highlighting the white hair that was now stained with crimson. His long, pale eyelashes trembled once before a single tear slid down his cheek, catching the light like a sparkling gem.

His lips, smeared with blood, quivered as his golden eyes lost their fire. "Finally..." he whispered, the word barely audible as his life slipped away.

For a moment, he stared at his hands, remembering how much he had once loved music and the piano. But that love felt like a distant dream now, as his fingers twitched one last time. And then, they stilled.

Kyra’s heart ached seeing Damon like this. She could barely breathe as she took in the sight of his bandaged back and the deep, fresh wounds.

Damon turned to face her, His voice was soft but strained as he whispered, "Little thing..." His silver eyes, clouded with pain, locked on Kyra. Blood dripped from his claws, but all he could see was her.

"Damon," she called, her voice trembling. She ran to him, her arms wrapping around him carefully, mindful of his injuries. She could feel him bury his face in the crook of her neck, his breath shaky.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Damon’s lips as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her familiar scent.

"I can’t live without you... Little thing, don’t leave me again," he murmured, pulling back just enough to cup her cheeks, his fingers trembling. His thumb gently wiped away the dirt and blood on her face.

Kyra looked up at him, her gaze lingering on his lips. She stood on her toes, trying to reach him, and leaned in to kiss him softly. Damon, without hesitation, placed one hand behind her neck and pulled her closer by the waist with the other. The kiss deepened, filled with a kind of desperation and longing that spoke more than words ever could.

Her neck flushed red as their lips moved together, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the intensity of his emotions. Every breath she took was filled with him.

His pain, his anger, his relief—all of it came through in the way he kissed her. It was messy, raw, but full of everything he had been holding inside. Kyra kissed him back, feeling the warmth of his lips, but also the pain that lingered in his touch.

Damon, too, felt everything all at once-the pain of his injuries, the betrayal and the overwhelming happiness of having Kyra in his arms again.

He kissed her with a fierce desperation, as if this moment was all that mattered, like there might not be another chance.

She wanted to ask him about his injuries, how he ended up hurt so badly, but right now, nothing mattered except being with him.

—𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑬 3—