Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Saved a Pup

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Someone hurried over with tension written all over the face. The wolf pup spotted the newcomer. He sprang forward and jumped straight into the male beastman’s arms. His voice cracked with raw joy. “Father. Mother!

“You came at last.”

They checked Christopher from head to toe. He had no wounds. They both exhaled like they had been held underwater. They turned to Rosalie with warm thanks, but their eyes went wide the moment they recognized her.

It was Rosalie.

The female swallowed every question she had. She forced a calm tone. “Ms. Rosalie, thank you for saving Christopher.”

The title caught Rosalie off guard. She froze. “You know who I am?”

The female’s cheeks flushed. You may not know me, but everyone in the tribe knows you.”

Rosalie remembered the dark stories people spread about her. A faint pulse sparked at her temple. “That version of me is gone.”

The female tried to break the uncomfortable silence. She reached into the basket on her beastman’s back. She took out a big jug wrapped in hide. She offered it to Rosalie. “Thank you for sheltering Christopher. This is my gift.”

Grace dropped her gaze to Christopher, who tried to shink behind her like a giant bird burying its head in the sand. Her tone snapped sharp and clear. “You wild pup, you wait until we step into that house. I will straighten you out.”

Christopher pressed tighter behind his father.

Rosalie took the jug. She opened it. A rich soy scent floated up like a warm cloud.

Her eyes widened. “Grace, this thing is rare. I have never seen anything like it. Where did it come from?”

Grace gave a small grin. “My husband went to the market today. He helped a Westland beastman. That man gave it to him. He said it is a type of seasoning.”

Rosalie had never imagined something this pricey. She tried to hand it back. “Grace, this is costly. I cannot accept it. You should keep it.

“I help any young cub I find. It would not matter if it was your child or someone else’s.”

Grace felt a shock run through her. People in the tribe mean. Now this woman looked calm and gracious. She

ce whispered that Rosalie was harsh, reckless, and oked like a woman with a sincere heart.

The rumors had been wrong,

Grace stiffened her expression. “Ms. Rosalie, take it. It is not valuable. No one in my home will use it

anyway.

“If you stay formal with me, I will get upset.”

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Rosalie finally held on to the jug. Happiness warmed he chest. A jug this size would serve her kitchen for a long time.

“Grace, I will accept it.

“But Grace, please stop calling me Ms. Rosalic. My mother sent me out of the tribe. I am not the heiress anymore. Call me Rosalie.”

The beast world had simple rules and honest ways. Families like Grace’s kept old traditions close. When she saw Rosalie stand there with a soft look and a changed heart, Grace felt moved to her core.

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