Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105: (Xmas Special) Mistletoe Moments

Early Morning,

The blizzard had stopped, but the world was still quiet, insulated by a thick layer of snow.

Inside the bedroom, the light was grey and soft. Caspian was still asleep, his arm draped protectively over Orion (who was snoring softly in a nest of blankets on the floor).

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Caspian breathe.

The grey veins on his neck were darker today. They looked like cracks in porcelain, creeping up toward his jawline.

I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly, and traced the line of the corruption.

"Does it hurt?" I whispered.

Caspian’s eyes opened. They were teal and deep, like the ocean before a storm. He didn’t answer. He just reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me down.

"Whoa!"

I landed on the bed beside him. He wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my neck, holding me so tight I could barely breathe.

"Don’t get up," Caspian mumbled into my skin. "The world is cold. You are warm."

"We have to," I said softly, stroking his hair. "Orion will wake up soon. And we have Solstice prep to do."

"Five minutes," Caspian bargained. "Just five minutes of peace."

He lifted his head. His eyes were clear, but there was a shadow of fear in them that hadn’t been there before.

"I forgot the word for ocean this morning," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "Just for a second. I looked at Orion and I couldn’t remember where we came from."

My heart broke.

"Caspian..."

"I am forgetting, Primrose," he said, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "But I do not want to forget this. I do not want to forget you."

He leaned in.

He kissed me.

It wasn’t like the accidental touches or the playful moments we’d had before. It was deliberate. It was desperate. His lips were soft but demanding, tasting of sleep and sorrow.

I froze for a second—my first kiss in two lifetimes—and then I melted.

I kissed him back. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, pouring every ounce of comfort and courage I had into him.

Caspian made a low sound in his throat, surprised by my response, but he didn’t pull away. He deepened the kiss, his thumb tracing my jawline, making my entire body hum with heat.

For a moment, the Void didn’t exist. The corruption didn’t exist. It was just us.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless.

"Wow," I whispered, my face burning.

Caspian smirked, a flash of his old arrogance returning. "Indeed. That was... memorable."

He kissed my forehead. "Now. Let us face the day. Before I forget how to make coffee."

The Merchant District (Midday)

While the daycare was waking up, Jax was walking through the snowy streets of the Merchant District. He wore a new coat—bought with his own money—and carried a small box of chocolates.

He was heading toward the Moon-Hop Manor, the home of the wealthy Bunny Merchant Clan.

Inside, Luna was sitting at a tea table with her parents. Her father, Lord Cottontail, was a large, round rabbit with a monocle. Her mother, Lady Fluff, was equally round and draped in pearls.

"So," Luna said casually, sipping her tea. "Mother. Father. Hypothetically... what if I were to marry a predator beast kin?"

Lady Fluff dropped her spoon.

Clatter.

"A predator?" Lord Cottontail gasped, his ears standing straight up. "Luna! Do not joke about such things! They are dangerous! They eat meat! They have... teeth!"

"But what if he was nice?" Luna pressed. "And had a job?"

"Impossible," Lady Fluff sniffed. "Predators are wild. Speaking of marriage, your childhood friend Thumper is in town. He is a delightful boy. He runs a carrot farm. Very safe. You should meet him."

"I have to go get Clover," Luna stood up abruptly. "From the daycare."

"Go," her father nodded. "And stay away from Foxes. I heard one was seen nearby."

Luna walked out, her heart heavy.

She turned the corner and saw him.

Jax was leaning against a lamppost, flipping his coin. He smiled when he saw her—that crooked, charming smile that made her knees weak.

"Hey, princess," Jax grinned. "Why didn’t you come to the daycare? I missed my assistant."

"I was busy," Luna said quietly. "My parents..."

She stopped. She looked at him. He looked so handsome in his new coat. He had cleaned up his act. He was a hero of the daycare.

But to her parents, he was just a Fox.

"Jax," Luna said, her voice trembling. "My parents... they will never agree. They want me to marry Thumper."

"Thumper?" Jax raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like a headache."

"He’s safe," Luna whispered. "They won’t see you differently, Jax. No matter how good you are."

Jax’s smile faded. He stepped closer, his golden eyes serious.

"So that’s it?" he asked. "You just give up?"

"I think... they will arrange the marriage soon," Luna admitted, tears welling up.

Jax flipped his coin. He caught it. He didn’t look at it.

"Come with me," Jax said firmly.

"Huh? Wait, I have to pick up Clover," Luna stammered.

"That can wait," Jax replied, grabbing her hand.

He didn’t pull her toward the daycare. He pulled her back toward her house.

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