Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10: The War of Nap Time

I looked at the clock. 1:00 PM.

Nap time.

The dreaded hour. The impossible hour. How do you get a hyperactive tiger, a feral wolf, and a freezing snake to sleep at the same time?

"Alright, troops," I announced, clapping my hands. "Mats out. Lights down. It’s Nap Time."

The reaction was immediate rebellion.

"SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!" Arjun yelled, dropping to the floor to do crunches. "THE ENEMY NEVER SLEEPS! IF I SLEEP, THE SQUIRRELS WIN!"

"I’m not tired!" Vali howled, bouncing on his mat. "I want to hunt!"

"It is... cold," Jasper whispered from his fort. "I cannot sleep in this... icebox."

I sighed. Okay. Divide and conquer.

I walked over to Arjun. "Soldier."

He snapped to attention on his back. "YES MA’AM!"

"General Khanda left specific orders," I lied effortlessly. "He said that ’Power-Naps’ build muscle mass. If you don’t nap, you won’t get your post-workout ’Power-Protein Bar’."

Arjun’s green eyes went wide. The threat of missing a protein snack was too great. He went limp instantly, squeezing his eyes shut. "RECHARGING! SIR!"

One down.

I turned to Vali. He was still chewing the jerky, vibrating with energy.

"Vali," I whispered. "You know who sleeps the most? The best hunters."

Vali opened one pink eye. "Really?"

"Oh, yes. Lions? Wolves? They sleep all day so they have energy to... pounce at dinner." I tucked his blanket around him. "Do you want to be too tired to pounce on your dinner?"

The logic of a predator appealed to him. He grunted, curled into a tight ball, and hugged his jerky strip like a teddy bear.

Two down.

Then, there was Jasper.

I walked over to the cushion fort. The poor kid was shivering. The shop was warm for a mammal, but for a cold-blooded Snake-kin, "room temperature" was basically a refrigerator.

"Cold..." he chattered, his pale skin looking even greyer than usual.

I didn’t have a heater. I didn’t have a magic spell.

But I did have a wolf.

I looked at Vali, who was radiating heat like a small, fur-covered furnace. Wolves ran hot. Snakes ran cold.

It was a terrible, brilliant idea.

"Vali," I whispered, nudging the wolf cub. "Hey. Wake up for a sec."

"Mmph?"

"Jasper is cold," I said. "Wolves sleep in piles to stay warm, right? It’s a... pack thing?"

Vali cracked an eye open and looked at the shivering pile of cushions. "Snakes are slimy."

"Snakes are smooth," Jasper corrected haughtily from inside the fort, though his teeth were chattering. "And dry. Unlike you, drool-face."

"If you let Jasper sleep next to you," I bribed Vali, leaning in close, "I’ll put extra ’wild-mince’ gravy on your dinner. The really savory kind."

Vali’s ears perked up. Gravy was his currency.

He sighed, a great, dramatic, long-suffering sigh. He reached out a paw, grabbed the shivering Snake Prince by the back of his silk shirt, and yanked him out of the fort.

"Hey!" Jasper squeaked.

Vali ignored him, dragging the snake into his own nest of blankets and curling around him.

Jasper froze. He looked like he was about to bite. But then... he felt it. The intense, radiating body heat of a healthy, well-fed werewolf.

Jasper stopped struggling. He blinked. His shivering stopped.

"Oh," he whispered. "Warm."

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he wiggled closer, burying his cold face into the wolf’s warm fur. Vali grumbled something about "cold toes," but he didn’t kick him out.

Five minutes later, I stood back and looked at the miracle.

Arjun was snoring, twitching slightly as he dreamed of pushups.

Vali was fast asleep, drooling slightly.

And Jasper was curled up tight against the Wolf’s stomach, sleeping deeper and more peacefully than I had ever seen him, acting as a little spoon to the Demon Cub.

And Clover? She had hopped over and squeezed herself right between Arjun and Vali, using the Tiger’s leg as a pillow.

A Tiger, a Wolf, a Snake, and a Bunny. All sleeping in a pile.

I slumped against the counter, wiping sweat from my forehead. I had survived another day.

The bell jingled softly.

I put a finger to my lips and turned around.

Standing in the doorway were three very powerful, very terrifying men. Lord Rurik Jaeger, General Rajah Khanda, and Archduke Cassian Argentis (with Alistair). They had all arrived at the same time for pickup.

They froze.

They looked at the pile.

Rurik stared at his Demon son cuddling a Snake.

Rajah stared at his Hyperactive son actually sleeping.

Cassian stared at his Untouchable brother sleeping peacefully against a filthy wolf.

The silence was heavy.

"Is he..." Rajah whispered, tears actually welling in his eyes. "Is he... napping?"

"He’s recharging, General," I whispered back.

Cassian looked at me. His golden eyes weren’t cold or calculating for once. They were just... stunned.

"He’s not shivering," Cassian murmured.

"Body heat," I explained simply. "Wolf-kin run hot. Snake-kin run cold. It’s thermal dynamics."

Rurik crossed his arms, trying to look grumpy, but I saw the way his shoulders relaxed. "Hmph. My son is a radiator. Who knew."

They stood there for a long moment, three of the most powerful men in the empire, watching a failed fox-kin wipe a counter while their children slept in a pile of inter-species peace.

I wasn’t just a chef anymore. I was the keeper of the peace.

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