Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: The Battle of the Bubble Bath

The "five more minutes" turned into ten, then twenty. But eventually, the sound of crashing pottery downstairs became too loud to ignore.

Primrose groaned, trying to sit up. Her body protested immediately. Her legs felt like jelly, and there was a distinct ache in her lower back that had nothing to do with carrying groceries.

She glared at Caspian, who was currently buttoning his shirt with a smug, satisfied expression.

"Wipe that grin off your face, Your Majesty," Primrose muttered, grabbing her robe. "Or I’m putting hot sauce in your coffee."

"I have no idea what you mean," Caspian lied smoothly, though his eyes danced with amusement. "I am merely happy to be alive. And... refreshed."

He walked over, kissed her forehead, and offered her his arm. "Shall we face the horde?"

They walked downstairs.

The scene in the living room was a masterpiece of disaster.

Vali was currently standing on the coffee table, holding a wooden spoon like a sword.

Arjun was hanging from the chandelier, swinging back and forth.

Jasper had coiled himself around a floor lamp, reading a book upside down.

Silas was hiding in the shadows of the bookshelf, occasionally reaching out to rearrange books by color.

And Orion?

Orion was sitting in the middle of the floor, staring at a bowl of cereal with intense concentration.

"If the milk to cereal ratio is off," Orion mumbled to himself, "the crunch factor decreases by 40%."

"Good morning, monsters!" Primrose announced, clapping her hands.

The chaos stopped instantly.

"PRIM!" Vali howled, jumping off the table. He tackled her legs. "I’m hungry! Rurik tried to give us raw meat again! It was gross!"

Lord Rurik, who was sitting on the sofa looking exhausted, threw his hands up. "It was high-quality venison! You used to love it!"

Archduke Cassian, Duke Lucien, and General Rajah were there too, having just arrived to pick up their respective terrors.

"Primrose," Rajah sighed with relief. "Arjun has been trying to hunt the cat. We don’t have a cat."

Primrose walked to the counter where the mail had been piled. Two envelopes caught her eye.

"Hold on, everyone," she said, opening the first one. It was scented with wildflowers.

"It’s from Luna," Primrose read. Her face fell. "Oh no. Clover won’t be joining us today. She ate too many majestic cream puffs at the ball last night. She has a tummy ache."

Vali’s ears drooped. "No Clover? But... I wanted to show her my lobster wrestling moves."

"She needs rest, Vali," Primrose soothed him.

She opened the second letter. It was stamped with a mercenary seal.

"And this one is from Jax," she frowned. "That’s strange. He says he and Finn can’t come either. Apparently, his... ’job’ requires him to move to a new city immediately. Something about a sudden transfer."

"Suspicious," Caspian murmured, narrowing his eyes. "Mercenaries don’t get transferred. They get deployed."

"Well," Primrose sighed, pinning the letter to the board. "It means we are a smaller group today. Just the boys."

She looked at the cubs. They were still wearing their clothes from the ball, now stained with shrimp sauce, chocolate, and dust. Their hair was matted. They smelled like a locker room.

Primrose crossed her arms.

"Okay," she declared. "Change of plans. Before anyone goes anywhere... it is Bath Time."

The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.

Vali froze. His tail tucked between his legs.

Silas’s eyes went wide.

Jasper slowly uncoiled from the lamp and tried to slither under the rug.

Arjun hissed.

Only Orion perked up. "Water? Acceptable."

"No!" Vali shouted, backing away. "Water is the enemy! It takes the good smells away! I worked hard on this stink!"

"I prefer to remain unobserved," Silas said, his voice soft but firm. "Baths are... exposing."

"Logic dictates that we will just get dirty again," Jasper argued.

"Too bad," Primrose said, pointing to the stairs. "March. Upstairs. Now."

She turned to the Warlords.

"Rurik, Rajah, Cassian, Lucien... and you too, Caspian. You’re on Bath Duty."

Caspian blinked. "Me? But Primrose, surely you need help with breakfast? I can whisk eggs. I am excellent at whisking."

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "And you look... tired. You should rest. Let me handle the kitchen."

Primrose blushed, swatting his arm. She knew exactly why he was offering. He wanted to hover around her and be charming.

"Nice try, Your Majesty," she whispered back. "But my legs are killing me because someone kept me up until 3 AM. So, you are going to pay for your crimes by washing your son."

Caspian’s smirk faltered. "But... water is messy."

"Go," she pointed a spatula at him. "Or no pancakes."

Ten minutes later, the upstairs bathroom had turned into a war zone.

The stress of the impending bath had triggered the cubs’ defense mechanisms. One by one, poof—they shifted into their Beast Forms.

"GET HIM!" Rurik roared.

Vali was no longer a boy. He was a fluffy, grey-and-white Wolf Pup. And he was currently doing a parkour run off the walls to avoid the tub.

"I am the Alpha!" Rurik shouted, diving for his son.

Vali barked, scrambled up the shower curtain, and shook himself violently.

SPLAT.

Rurik was blasted with water. He stood there, dripping, while the wet puppy looked down at him with smug, pink eyes.

"Traitors," Rurik grumbled, wiping his face.

Across the room, Duke Lucien was having a different problem.

Silas had transformed into a Panther Cub—a tiny ball of black fur with huge violet eyes. He had used his claws to climb up the towel rack and was currently perched on top of the medicine cabinet, hissing softly.

"Silas," Lucien said calmly, holding out a rubber duck. "Come down. This is undignified. We are creatures of the night, not scaredy-cats."

The panther cub swiped at the air. Hiss.

"I do not wish to be wet, brother," Silas’s voice echoed in Lucien’s mind (via shadow-link). "Water is cold. Shadows are warm."

Meanwhile, General Rajah was drenched.

Arjun had turned into a Tiger Cub. Unlike the others, he loved the water. He was treating the bathtub like a splash park.

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