My Panther Mate & Our Little Cub novel Chapter 340

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Chapter 340 The Museum of His Memories

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Zachary sat curled on the floor, phone in hand, his chin resting on his knees. He didn’t say a word, staying completely still for what felt like an endless stretch of time.

When morning hit nine, he finally got p, changed, and stepped outside. Backpack slung over his shoulder, resume tucked inside, he repeated the same routine as before–bus to subway, subway to another bus, all the way to the interview venue

Even the exchange with the HR interviewer unfolded exactly as it had once before, down to every detail.

After the interview ended, he stopped at the crosswalk and intentionally delayed his steps for a few seconds. Just as expected, the bald elderly man on the tricycle came charging through, blasting past him in the same chaotic way as before.

Sheets of his resume flew everywhere. Zachary’s chest tightened, caught between anxiety and a strange sense of anticipation.

His hand curled into a fist he shouted with unusual seriousness, “D*mn!”

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He waited. Nothing Vo rumble in the sky, no flash of lightning, no sudden strike.

Slowly, his strength drained away. His shoulders dropped as a heavy feeling of disappointment settled over him.

On the ride home, the view outside the window felt strangely unfamiliar, as if he were seeing it for the first time despite years of living there. Then it struck him all at once–he had never really liked this city he’d spent so long in.

The museum was overflowing with visitors that day, with security guards lined up neatly at the entrance to manage the crowd.

Zachary had booked his ticket online in advance and still ended up waiting over thirty minutes before he could enter.

of ancient rock.

Inside the main hall stood enormous stone vats, accompanied by carved wall panels Nearby were pottery pieces, polished bone blades, garments made from beast hide, strands of pearls, and all sorts of rare natural gemstones.

Tourists moved slowly through the space, murmuring in amazement as they speculated about this newly discovered civilization.

Zachary paused in front of a glass display case. Inside were three rough clay figurines.

He had crafted them himself once–and now, across time and distance, he was seeing them again.

A nearby visitor tilted their head in curiosity. “What are these cups? They look kind of like the ones we

use.”

Without thinking, Zachary turned and answered, “Toothbrush cups.”

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“Really? Our ancestors were surprisingly stylish.”

Another person nodded along. “As expected of ancient people.”

But someone else frowned. “It doesn’t say that anywhere. How would you even know?”

Zachary kept his gaze on the patterns etched into the clay and quickly improvised, “I heard a staff member mention it.”

The truth, however, stayed buried in his chest–because he had made them. His cub had shaped them with his own hands.

His silver–gray hair stood out too much in the crowd, and his icy blue eyes kept drawing attention. He lowered his baseball cap and pulled his mask up a little higher.

Not far away, a group had gathered. He walked closer and saw them photographing a row of oddly shaped pottery, taking selfies beside it.

A faint smile tugged at his lips as he murmured, “Elias, Taylor, everyone seems to really like what you made.”

Deeper inside, the crowd gradually thinned out.

Zachary lingered at each exhibit for a long time, as if quietly conversing with people from another era.

But when he reached a stone coffin display, he suddenly froze.

His hands pressed against the glass began to tremble uncontrollably.

Carved into the surface were his name and Matthew’s.

At the bottom, a smaller inscription remained, heavily eroded but still readable.

“Sire, Alpha, I miss you.”

In that instant, tears dropped heavily to the ground.

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Zachary had no idea how long he stood there. It was only when a staff member came to announce closing time that he finally forced himself to move. Like someone whose soul had been pulled away, he walked toward the exit in slow, broken steps.

On the bus afterward, he sat in the far corner of the last row, silently watching the trees blur past the window.

A police car was parked by the roadside, surrounded by several officers in blue uniforms and a child.

Despite it being autumn, the past few days had been scorching hot. A concerned passerby had called it in, prompting the officers to respond.

The child caught attention at once- -unusually beautiful, his skin almost luminous beneath the sunlight, vivid blue eyes impossible to overlook.

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Assuming he was of mixed heritage, the officers began politely with, “Hello.”

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Jaden’s initial caution had already melted away after meeting so many kind strangers. His pockets were stuffed with snacks, a yellow duck sunhat sat crookedly on his head, and a watermelon–patterned fan

rested in his hand.

He studied the adults for a moment, considered it carefully, then answered simply, “Hello.”

Luckily, his sire had at least taught him basic manners–including how to greet people properly.

One of the younger officers was pushed forward. He cleared his throat and asked, “How old are you?”

“Nine,” Jaden answered.

“Ask something more useful,” another officer started, before adding, “Don’t use such a harsh tone on a kid.”

For a brief moment, the air turned awkward. Then the tension dissolved as laughter broke out. Someone gently wiped the sweat from Jaden’s forehead with a wet wipe, another uncapped a bottle of water for him, while the rest quickly shifted to asking whether he was hungry and if he wanted something to eat first.

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