Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: Home Sweet Home Pt2

Primrose escaped the Dad Drama and walked over to Luna. The Rabbit-Kin woman looked tired but relieved to see them.

"You look exhausted, Prim," Luna said gently, taking Primrose’s coat.

"I feel like I’ve been chewed up and spit out by a dragon," Primrose admitted. "How was it here? Did the boys destroy the house?"

"It was... tense," Luna whispered, glancing at the bickering Warlords. "They were very worried. Especially when the beacon lit up in the North. Rajah paced a hole in the rug. Cassian tried to leave three times, but Lucien stopped him."

"They care," Primrose smiled softly. "In their own aggressive, competitive way."

She looked around. "Have you heard from Jax? I got that letter saying he was moving cities for work. It seemed so sudden."

Luna blushed, her long ears drooping slightly. "Yes, he’s escorting a caravan to the Western Ports. He sent a letter yesterday. He said the roads are clear and he misses the... the cooking. That’s all!"

"Ooh," Primrose nudged her. "A love letter disguised as a status report?"

"Prim!" Luna squeaked, turning bright red. "He just appreciates my cooking!"

"Uh-huh," Primrose grinned. "Sure. Just the cooking."

Suddenly, Luna paused. She looked at Primrose’s back.

"Prim," Luna whispered. "Why is your dress moving?"

Primrose froze. She had forgotten.

"Ah," Primrose laughed nervously. "About that. I brought back a souvenir."

She turned around.

Swish. Swish.

The White Tail and the Silver Tail waved hello.

Luna gasped, dropping the coat. "Two? You have two?"

The room went silent.

Rajah stopped shouting. Cassian stopped filing his nails. Lucien stopped staring.

Every eye in the room was fixed on Primrose’s backside.

"Okay, stop staring at my butt!" Primrose snapped, wrapping the tails around her waist like a fluffy belt. "It’s rude!"

"That is not... normal," Cassian noted, walking around her in a circle, eyeing the tails with scientific fascination. "I just can’t get used to primrose having a tail."

"Well, the myth just ate a boar roast, so it’s pretty real," Primrose said, collapsing onto the sofa.

"How?" Rajah demanded. "Did you eat a radioactive fox? Did you fall into a magic vat?"

"The Shrine," Caspian answered for her, stepping in to act as a buffer. "Vali was overloaded with the Frost Essence. Primrose acted as a conduit. She absorbed the excess energy to save his life."

"So the White one is the Frost Essence," Lucien deduced, his golden panther eyes narrowing. "And the Silver one?"

"The Silver Wolf lineage," Rurik explained, looking surprisingly proud. "She tapped into the ancestral magic of the crypts. She’s basically an honorary Wolf now. Don’t tell anyone, it’ll ruin my reputation."

Rajah poked the silver tail.

ZAP.

Static electricity shocked his finger.

"Ow!" Rajah recoiled. "It bites!"

"It defends," Primrose corrected, swatting his hand away with the tail. "Personal space, stripes."

"This changes things," Cassian murmured, looking at Primrose with a new calculation. "Two tails means two sources of divine power. Your mana capacity has just doubled. Maybe tripled. You aren’t just a Nanny anymore, Primrose. You are a powerhouse."

"I’m a tired powerhouse," Primrose yawned. "And right now, my power is ’Sleeping for Twelve Hours’."

She reached for her trusty snack bag—the magical bag that held infinite treats.

"I need a cookie," she mumbled. "Emotional support cookie."

She dug her hand into the bag. She felt around past the dried jerky, the hardtack, and the stray crumbs.

Her fingers brushed against something hard. And cold. And decidedly not a cookie.

"Huh?"

Primrose pulled it out.

It wasn’t food.

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