Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155: The Family Defense

The vine tightened.

Primrose gritted her teeth, digging her heels into the polished floorboards of the pavilion. Her new Green Tail was vibrating with effort, channeling every ounce of nature magic she had into the thick vine wrapped around the Boss’s wrist.

"Get down here!" Primrose yelled, yanking with her entire body weight.

The Boss stumbled. For a man who controlled gravity, he clearly wasn’t expecting to be lassoed like a stray cow.

"Annoying weed," the Boss hissed.

He raised his free hand, black Void sparks dancing at his fingertips to burn the vine.

But he was too slow.

Leonora was already in the air.

The Lioness had kicked off the Head Table, launching herself like a missile. Her wedding dress was ruined, ripped at the knees to reveal her leather combat trousers, and she looked absolutely terrified—not for herself, but for Arjun.

That terror made her fast.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Leonora roared.

She didn’t have a sword. She had a silver cake knife. But in the hands of a Warlord, a butter knife is a deadly weapon.

SLASH.

She aimed for his eyes. The Boss jerked his head back, and the silver blade cut a thin red line across his cheek.

"Insolent cat!" The Boss snarled, abandoning the spell to grab Leonora’s wrist.

He caught her. The Void magic flared, ready to freeze her arm.

ROAR.

The sound wasn’t human. It was pure, primal fury.

Rajah had returned.

The Tiger General had recovered from the teleportation spell. He didn’t run; he exploded across the dance floor, leaving scorched footprints in the wood. His skin was glowing with bright orange stripes, radiating heat so intense the tablecloths nearby caught fire.

"LEONORA! DUCK!" Rajah bellowed.

Leonora didn’t question it. She dropped to her knees.

Rajah unleashed a Fire Breath attack right over her head. A torrent of orange flame engulfed the Boss.

The Boss screamed—not in pain, but in frustration. He threw up a Void Shield, but the combined force of Primrose’s vine pulling him left, Leonora sweeping his legs, and Rajah blasting him with fire was too much.

The mastermind of the Void was knocked off his feet. He crashed into the wedding cake, sending five tiers of lemon sponge and frosting exploding everywhere.

While the parents fought the Boss, a smaller war was happening under the guest tables.

"Hold the line!" Jasper whispered urgently.

He was crouched beneath a long banquet table covered in white linen. Next to him were Vali, Clover, and Pickles, the baby snake.

Outside the tablecloth, they could see the smoky, legless forms of the Void Ushers floating around, hunting for them.

"They are looking for heat signatures," Jasper analyzed, his golden eyes darting around. "We need a distraction."

Vali, who was clutching the ring bearer pillow like a shield, looked ready to bite something.

"I can bark!"

"No barking," Jasper ordered. "Siege tactics."

He pointed to the heavy silver platter of roast chicken in the center of the table above them.

"Vali. Use your head. Literally."

Vali grinned, showing his sharp puppy teeth. He stood up and headbutted the underside of the table with all his wolf strength.

WHAM.

The table jumped. The silver platter of chicken slid off the edge and crashed onto the floor with a loud clang.

Two Void Ushers immediately turned toward the noise, hissing.

"Now!" Jasper commanded.

Clover kicked a bucket of ice—meant for the champagne—out from under the tablecloth. The ice cubes spilled across the floor right in the Ushers’ path.

The Ushers floated, but they still needed friction to turn. The ice disrupted their shadow forms. One Usher slipped, flailing.

"Attack the structural weakness!" Jasper yelled.

Vali burst out from under the table. He didn’t go for the shadowy torso. He went for the only solid part of the Usher—the leather shoes.

CHOMP.

Vali bit down on the Usher’s ankle.

The monster screeched—a sound like grinding metal.

"Nice bite, Vali!" Cassian’s voice rang out.

The Snake Lord slid across the floor on his knees, firing two crossbow bolts coated in green acid. The bolts hit the distracted Usher in the chest, dissolving the smoke instantly.

Cassian grabbed Jasper and Vali by the scruffs of their necks and shoved them back under the table.

"Stay down!" Cassian ordered, looking terrified. "And Jasper—keep the snake hidden! He’s the target!"

Jasper looked down at Pickles. The baby Imugi was glowing bright green. The gem on its forehead was pulsing, acting like a beacon against the Void magic.

"He is not scared, Brother," Jasper whispered, petting the snake. "He is angry."

Back at the High Table, the Boss pulled himself out of the ruined cake.

He looked ridiculous. His tuxedo was stained with curry, soot, and frosting. His cheek was bleeding.

He looked around.

Rurik was smashing an Usher into the floorboards with a table leg.

Lucien had decapitated another Usher with a shadow-scythe.

Caspian was creating a wall of water to shield the frozen guests from the crossfire.

Rajah and Leonora were standing shoulder-to-shoulder, wreathed in fire and battle aura, ready to kill him.

And Primrose was charging up another fireball.

The Boss wiped frosting from his eye. His expression shifted from arrogance to cold calculation.

"You brutes," he spat. "No appreciation for the narrative."

He realized he had miscalculated. He thought he could pick off the children while the adults were frozen. But he had underestimated the sheer, violent protectiveness of this family. Five Warlords and a Spirit Fox were too much for one sorcerer, even with Void magic.

"I cannot take the ingredients today," the Boss muttered to himself. "The risk variables are too high."

He raised his cane high in the air. The black crystal pulsed violently.

"If I can’t have the guests," the Boss announced, his voice booming over the chaos, "then I’ll just condemn the building."

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