My mates in Beastworld

Chapter 318: Chapter 318 Burning heart

Silas spread his powerful wings, transforming into a majestic eagle, his feathers gleaming in the sunlight as he took flight. The wind rushed past him, filling his lungs with the cool air of the open sky. He soared higher, feeling the familiar rush of freedom and power that came with flying. His sharp eyes focused ahead as he aimed straight for his sister’s house, knowing exactly where he needed to go.

On the way, other eagles joined him, circling and gliding through the air, acknowledging him with a respectful distance. Silas thrived on this—the thrill of the sky, the danger that came with his every move, the pulse of adrenaline that made him feel alive. Up here, everything was clear and simple. No expectations, no demands, just the pure rush of wind and wings.

He loved the thrill of the fight, the satisfaction of outmaneuvering an opponent until they were left battered and bloody beneath him. His world was one of strength and dominance, and up here, he felt like the king of the sky. But even in this freedom, there was a shadow that lingered—a red-haired beauty whose image burned in his mind, grounding him even when he wanted nothing more than to soar endlessly.

As he flew closer to his sister’s house, the landscape shifted beneath him, but his thoughts remained on the one thing that no flight could free him from.

Silas landed softly at the door, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings as his nose caught a familiar scent. His heartbeat quickened as he walked inside, expecting to see someone—her.

Inside, Lara was laughing with Alessandro, her voice light and carefree. "Oh my god, I really enjoyed time with them! Lucas is so interesting, and although Damon didn’t speak much, he’s easy to get along with." She turned toward Silas as she noticed him enter.

"You’re late, brother," Lara said with a teasing smile. "But it’s fine, I know you didn’t want to come, so you came late." Her words were playful, but Silas didn’t respond. There was a tension in the air around him, something that Lara had sensed before. She could feel the invisible string pulling her brother’s thoughts toward someone else.

His expression shifted, and his breath became heavy. "Did she come?" Silas asked in a low, dangerous voice, as if each word was a weight he couldn’t bear.

Lara paused for a second, her smile fading. She knew who he meant. "Who? Kyra? Yes, she came. God, you should have come earlier. We had such a good time! But Kyra started feeling nauseous, so she left. I know her pregnancy is acting up..."

Silas’s world came crashing down in an instant. Pregnancy? His eyes darkened, the storm inside him raging as Lara’s words sank in. He could barely breathe as his chest tightened with anger, jealousy, and a deep sense of loss.

"Pregnancy?" he repeated, his voice colder, more venomous.

Lara nodded, unaware of the storm building inside him. "Yes, didn’t you know? Oh, how silly of me... you don’t even know her."

Silas’s fists clenched at his sides, his entire body growing rigid as a violent surge of emotions overtook him. Kyra, pregnant... The thought of her carrying someone else’s child was like a knife, twisting deeper into a wound he had tried so hard to ignore. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, drowning out everything else. Rage followed, hot and uncontrollable, flooding his veins.

Lara noticed the shift in her brother’s expression—the hardening of his jaw, the dangerous glint in his eyes. She softened her voice, worry lacing her words. "Brother... what’s wrong with you?"

But Silas was already too far gone, lost in the tidal wave of jealousy and hurt. Her words were distant echoes, barely reaching him. Without a word, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the house. His wings, large and imposing, flared wide as he stepped outside, the cold air biting at his skin.

This wasn’t a flight for the sheer thrill of soaring through the skies. This time, it was driven by something far more primal—rage, pain.

Silas didn’t realize where he was headed until he saw it—a massive, dark-scaled snake slithering through the forest, its black body blending into the shadows of the trees. The sight made his blood boil. Vincent. The serpent was trespassing in his territory, and no one had given him permission to be there.

Who dares to let him in?

His sharp, golden eyes narrowed with an immediate surge of rage and bloodlust. He spread his wings wide, letting out a piercing eagle cry, the sound echoing through the forest like a warning to all within earshot. His descent was swift and violent as he flew down like a predator ready to strike.

Pak—

Silas attacked with all his force, his talons aimed for Vincent’s vulnerable neck. But Vincent was ready, his dark, gleaming eyes already tracking Silas’s approach. With lightning speed, his tail whipped through the air, lashing out just as Silas dove.

The impact was powerful, knocking Silas off course. He tumbled in the air, recovering quickly, his wings beating with raw power as he steadied himself. His golden eyes glowed with fury as he hovered above, glaring at Vincent.

"You dare to enter my territory?" Silas growled, his voice filled with venom as he circled above, watching the snake with cold, calculated hatred.

Vincent shifted in half Snake let out a low, sinister hiss, his coiled body tensing as he prepared for another strike. "I go where I please," he said, his voice slithering through the trees. "And you’re in my way."

The tension between them crackled like electricity, both predators eyeing each other with deadly intent.

"As if I would let you," Silas growled, his voice low and dangerous, eyes locked onto Vincent. Every muscle in his body tensed, his blood boiling beneath his skin.

The knowledge of Vincent being Kyra’s mate felt like a scorching blade twisting in his chest. His heart raged with jealousy, and his mind replayed the cruel truths he could barely stomach.

Knowing Vincent had touched her body.

Knowing he had kissed her lips.

Knowing she had loved him too.

Knowing they had sex together, so close, so intimate.

And knowing she was pregnant with his child or her another wolf mate.

The fire within him burned hotter with each thought, threatening to consume him.