My Panther Mate & Our Little Cub novel Chapter 177

Transmigrated to Raise Panther Cubs

Chapter 177 A Night of Questionable Decisions

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Bruce started the fire in the cave and took out a small bundle wrapped in beast–hide from his pocket.

He had kept a pinch of gray powder made from the seeds of a plant that had a very… interesting effect on therians.

He had gotten his hands on it from another tribe and had been keeping it safe.

This was his first time using it, and he wasn’t quite sure just how much he should be using. So, he figured t wouldn’t hurt to use about half of it this time.

The flames crackled, and the gray powder quickly adhered to the wood. Soon, he could smell a faint fragrance in the air.

Bruce gulped as his nerves decided to make an appearance.

By the time Donald returned, Bruce had already made himself comfortable on the bed.

Donald couldn’t help but inquire, “Are you cold?”

“I’m fine,” Bruce replied, trying to keep the guilty edge off his voice as he shrank into the beast–hide bedding.

Donald didn’t shrug off his clothes, choosing to flop on his temporary bed on the ground just like that.

The flames flickered as they cast shadows on the stone walls. The hazy golden glow in the cave seemed to slow down time itself, turning the very air into molasses.

Bruce inhaled deeply as he couldn’t help but wonder whether he’d been scammed. After all, he’d been waiting and waiting, but nothing was happening.

The silence dragged on.

The two therians said nothing as they continued to lie on their respective beds.

As time passed, Bruce felt his blood heating beneath his skin. He reached for his face, wondering whether he was coming down with a fever instead. He certainly felt feverish, and his throat was parched.

Then again, perhaps it wasn’t a fever at all because he could feel his heart racing under his ribcage.

Bruce gritted his teeth and endured it for a while longer, but his temperature didn’t drop. Instead, it kept climbing, unheeding of his wishes.

A muffled groan broke the silence.

When Donald spoke, there was a trace of raspiness in his voice. “What’s wrong?”

Bruce panted. “I–I don’t feel so good.”

Donald instantly jerked to his feet and rushed to the bedside. “Where does it hurt?”

Bruce’s forehead was already covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He opened his eyes to look at Donald and

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immediately clocked on that the other therian wasn’t doing much better. That flush clinging to his neck and face definitely wasn’t natural.

It seemed that he wasn’t scammed, but the powder he had used was far more potent than expected.

“I just… feel really bad…” Bruce tugged at his clothes, clearly uncomfortable.

Donald pressed his hand down, feeling a bit lost.

He should call for the shaman, shouldn’t he? But… Bruce was the shaman.

“I’ll take you to see Sire.” Donald said firmly as he moved to pick Bruce up.

However, Bruce violently yanked him onto the bed the very next second.

Bruce might look frail, but he was still a therian. So, he did possess some modicum of strength.

It also helped that Donald had been caught unawares, allowing Bruce to easily pin him down.

“Bruce, you-” Donald’s pupils dilated when Bruce silenced him with his lips.

Nevertheless, the tables were quickly turned as Donald flipped Bruce over, pinning him down instead.

Bruce regained his rationality due to the shock, but only for a handful of seconds. He lay there panting as he tried to roll them over, struggling against Donald’s grip. “No… this isn’t right… I should… I should be on top.”

“Don’t move… let me…”

Alas, Donald’s rationality had long taken a leave of absence after that first kiss. Coupled with the influence of the mysterious gray powder, the dam that had been holding his desire away crumbled into nothing.

Instinct was a truly powerful thing.

A therian’s body wasn’t as accommodating as a sub–therian’s, but the powder’s effect overrode that. As a result, the two of them soon sank into an ocean of desire.

“Mm…” Bruce’s face turned stark white as cold sweat dotted his forehead. His back arched against the bed, tensing into a sharp curve.

“Bruce… Bruce…” Donald called his name over and over as he rained kisses down Bruce’s neck.

“Mm… ah…” Bruce’s fingers twisted against the bedding beneath him, the faint blue veins on the back of his hands bulging against his pale skin.

Donald let out a long, ragged sigh of satisfaction.

The log nestled in the flames had turned to coal, but to the occupants in the cave, the night was still young.

Donald woke to bright skies and a biting chill.

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Yet, the weather didn’t feel as cold as his heart did.

Bruce was covered in marks, and the cream–colored beast–hide bedding he had specially used to welcome Bruce was stained with a glaring patch of dried blood.

To make matters worse, Bruce looked awful. He had always been pale, but now it was tinged with exhaustion. Although he was asleep, the furrow between his brows suggested it was far from restful.

Bruce was the shaman. He was the most respected person in the tribe.

What have I done?

Donald promptly slapped himself across his face.

It was already afternoon by the time Bruce roused from his slumber. He felt like he was falling apart his waist and legs aching, and the less said about his behind, the better.

His head felt like it was stuffed with wool, and the breath that escaped his lips was irritatingly hot.

Bruce swiftly deduced that he was definitely coming down with a fever this time, but he was too lazy to bother. Instead, he’d rather stare at the ceiling and think in dismay about how things didn’t go as planned.

How did this happen? That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. How the hell did I end up at the bottom?

Geez, it really did hurt in the beginning. Still, it felt really good later on.

Stop. Stop! That’s not the point.

Did I use too much powder? F*ck it, Donald got lucky this time, but he won’t be so lucky next time. Still, where is he? Did I… scare him off?

The cave was empty. As Bruce’s fever progressed, his consciousness began to slip. So, he simply closed his eyes and slept.

Donald was currently squatting on a tree branch outside the cave, filled with self–loathing. Honestly, he wished he could just dive headfirst into the ground just to end it all.

If Bruce woke up and snarled at him to pay with his life, Donald would probably hand him the knife and offer his neck.

After a while, Donald slunk back into the cave to see how Bruce was doing, only to find the other therian facing the stone wall, still fast asleep.

He started pacing before standing awkwardly by the bed. He opened his mouth, but ultimately closed his jaw with a click.

Eventually, he ran to Bruce’s cave in an attempt to keep himself busy. So, he moved the medicine pot outside, poured in the black stuff Bruce had been messing with yesterday, added water, and started brewing

Shortly after, a pungent smell wafted from the pot, making Donald take a huge step back before stirring it

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while pinching his nose.

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