Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Home Sweet Home

The carriage wheels clattered over the cobblestones of the Capital, a sound that usually meant noise, bustle, and city life. But at three in the morning, the streets were silent, bathed in the soft glow of magical streetlamps.

The "Little Whiskers Daycare" stood at the end of the lane, dark and quiet. To anyone else, it looked like a large, slightly eccentric mansion. To the exhausted travelers inside the carriage, it looked like the Holy Grail.

"We’re here," Caspian whispered, nudging Primrose.

Primrose jerked awake, wiping drool from the corner of her mouth. "Whuh? Are we being attacked? I have a spatula and I’m not afraid to use it."

"No attacks," Caspian chuckled, unlatching the door. "Just bed."

Rurik kicked the door open and hopped out, stretching his massive arms until his back cracked like a gunshot. He reached back in and hauled a sleeping Vali out by the back of his tunic, carrying him like a duffel bag.

"Home sweet fortress," Rurik grunted. "It smells like city air. Disgusting. I love it."

Orion stumbled out next. He looked like a walking pile of laundry. He was still wearing his own coat, plus Astrid’s giant ducal cloak, plus three scarves. Only his eyes were visible.

"I’m turning into an ice cube," Orion announced, his voice muffled by wool. "My fingers are numb, my nose is frozen, and I think my toes have declared independence. I need a bath so hot it would boil a lobster."

Primrose stepped down last. Or, she tried to.

She turned sideways to squeeze through the carriage door.

Thump.

"Oof," Primrose grunted.

She tried to turn the other way.

Thump.

"Are you... stuck?" Rurik asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No!" Primrose hissed, her face turning red. "I am merely... calibrating my exit strategy!"

Her two tails—the massive White one and the sleek Silver one—had fluffed up in the cold air and were currently wedged against the doorframe like two stubborn pillows.

"It’s the fluff density," Caspian noted helpfully, placing a hand on the small of her back. "Allow me."

He gently compressed the white tail, tucking it closer to her body. Primrose wiggled, popped free like a cork from a bottle, and landed in the street.

"I hate this," Primrose groaned, smoothing her dress. "I have become a wide-load vehicle. How am I supposed to fit in chairs? Do I cut holes in all my pants?"

"We will figure out the logistics later," Caspian promised, guiding her toward the front door. "Let’s just get inside."

Primrose unlocked the front door of the daycare. She expected silence. She expected darkness. She expected to faceplant into her bed and sleep for a week.

She pushed the door open.

The lights in the main playroom blinded them.

Sitting in the center of the room, arranged in a semi-circle of judgment, were three armchairs.

In the left chair sat Rajah, the Tiger Lord. He was wearing a silk robe that cost more than the carriage outside, his arms crossed, his foot tapping an impatient rhythm.

In the right chair sat Cassian, the Snake Lord. He was filing his nails, looking bored, but his green eyes were sharp enough to cut glass.

In the middle chair sat Lucien, the Panther Lord. He was just... staring. Silently. Menacingly.

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