Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110: The GPS (Great Powerful Snake)

The adrenaline was fading, replaced by the biting cold of the Whispering Mountains.

Primrose was on her knees in the snow, frantically checking Caspian for broken bones. The King was conscious, but he looked terrible. The black veins on his neck were throbbing, and his usually pristine coat was torn and stained with black ichor.

"I am fine," Caspian wheezed, trying to push himself up and failing. "Just... a minor magical backfire. Nothing a King cannot handle."

"You almost exploded," Primrose scolded, her voice shaking as she wiped soot from his cheek with her sleeve. "Stop being regal and let me help you."

She wrapped her arm around his waist, hoisting him up. He leaned heavily against her, his head resting on her shoulder.

Around them, the Four Warlords were regrouping. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Lord Rurik was wiping monster slime off his knuckles with a handful of snow.

Duke Lucien was inspecting his fingernails, looking bored.

Archduke Cassian was tapping the side of his monocle, analyzing data.

General Rajah was staring south, looking strangely pale for a man who had just incinerated a pack of monsters.

"How did you even find us?" Primrose asked, adjusting her grip on Caspian. "We left hours before you. And this is an unmarked route."

Rurik puffed out his chest. He grinned, showing his canines.

"The nose of a Wolf is absolute!" Rurik boomed. "I smelled your fear! And the distinct scent of that cheap coffee you drink! I tracked you across the frozen wastes like a bloodhound!"

"False," Cassian interrupted, his voice dry.

Rurik deflated. "Hey! I was tracking them!"

"You were tracking a mountain goat for the last three miles," Cassian corrected. "I allowed it because you looked happy."

Cassian walked over to Caspian. He reached out and tapped a small, silver button on the King’s coat.

BEEP.

"I placed a Mana-Signature Tracking Beacon on the King’s wardrobe three weeks ago," Cassian explained calmly. "I tracked his velocity and trajectory in real-time."

Caspian stared at the Snake Archduke. "You... you bugged me?"

"I ensured the safety of the asset," Cassian replied smoothly. "You have a tendency to wander into life-threatening situations. It was a logical precaution."

"It is an invasion of privacy!" Caspian argued weakly.

"It is why you are currently alive," Cassian countered. "You are welcome."

Primrose sighed, shifting her weight to support Caspian better. She brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes, her touch lingering on his forehead to check for fever.

"You’re burning up," she whispered worriedly.

Across the clearing, the air temperature dropped a few degrees. Not from the weather, but from the Warlords.

Lord Rurik narrowed his eyes. He watched Primrose fuss over the King. He watched her hands on Caspian’s chest. He felt a growl building in his throat—not of anger, but of a prickly, territorial annoyance.

I just threw a monster into a wall, Rurik thought. I have muscles. Does she check my temperature? No.

Duke Lucien watched from the shadows. His violet eyes were unreadable, but the shadows around his feet twisted slightly, betraying his irritation. He didn’t want the King to die, obviously. But seeing Primrose look at Caspian with that level of desperate devotion... it stung. It stung like a paper cut on the heart.

Archduke Cassian observed the interaction.

Analysis, Cassian thought. Tutor Primrose exhibits elevated cortisol levels. Her proximity to Subject Caspian is biologically necessary for support, yet... the visual input is displeasing.

He adjusted his monocle. He decided to categorize this feeling as Tactical Concern rather than Jealousy.

And then there was General Rajah.

He wasn’t looking at Primrose. He wasn’t looking at Caspian. He was staring at the horizon with a look of absolute horror.

I sent a flower, Rajah thought, panic rising in his chest. I sent a dried flower and a cryptic note about going to save a King. I did not send coordinates. I did not send an estimated return time. I did not send a P.S. I am not dead.

He realized, with the clarity of a tactical genius, that he had messed up.

Leonora is going to flay me alive, he realized. She is a Lioness. If I return late, she will think I abandoned her again.

"General?" Primrose called out. "Are you okay?"

Rajah snapped out of it. "Fine," he barked, turning around too quickly. "I am focused on the mission. Definitely not thinking about the terrifying wrath of a Princess."

"What?"

"Nothing. Report status."

The group turned their attention to the carriage.

It was... well, it was mostly kindling now. The roof was gone. The wheels were shattered. The horses, sensing the Void Beasts, had bolted minutes ago and were probably halfway back to the capital by now.

"Well," Rurik kicked a piece of wood. "That is suboptimal."

"We cannot walk," Primrose said, looking at Caspian’s trembling legs. "He can’t make it in this snow."

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