Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Operation Quiet Time

The next morning, the Little Whiskers Daycare opened on time, but the owner was running on fumes.

I had spent the entire night prepping ingredients, balancing my ledger (which was looking much healthier, thanks to the B.A.D.s), and stressing about the fact that I still hadn’t secured a husband. I was a zombie in an apron.

By 11:00 a.m., the adrenaline crashed.

I sat down in my rocking chair for "just a second" while the cubs were playing with blocks. The rhythmic tick-tock of the clock was hypnotic. My eyelids felt like they were made of lead.

Just... one... minute...

My chin hit my chest. I was out cold.

(The Cubs’ POV)

The room went silent.

Vali paused mid-pounce, a block raised over his head. He looked at the chair. "Food Lady stopped moving."

"She is recharging," Arjun whispered loudly. "Like me after a protein crash!"

"Shhh!" Clover scrambled out from under the table. She put a tiny finger to her lips, her ears standing straight up in alarm. "She’s sleeping! My sister says adults get grumpy if they don’t sleep. If she wakes up grumpy... maybe no soufflé."

The threat of "No Soufflé" hit the room like a bomb.

Vali slowly lowered the block. Jasper stopped turning the page of his book. Even Silas stopped batting at a dust bunny.

"Objective Updated," Arjun whispered. "Operation: Don’t Wake The Chef."

They sat in a circle on the rug, staring at each other.

One minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Vali started to vibrate. "This is boring," he hissed. "I want to wrestle."

"Negative," Arjun whispered back. "Wrestling causes structural damage and noise. We must maintain silence."

"But what do we do?" Vali whined.

Jasper sighed, closing his book. "It appears we are trapped in a social engagement. If we cannot destroy things, we must... converse."

Clover perked up. "We can play the ’Who Are You’ game! My mom makes us play it when new bunnies come over."

"Is there a winner?" Vali asked instantly.

"No," Clover said. "You just say your age, what you like, and... um... your favorite rock?"

"That is an arbitrary metric," Jasper sniffed.

"I’ll go first!" Arjun declared, puffing out his chest. "I am Arjun Khanda. I am seven years old. That makes me the Commander of this squad because I’m the oldest!"

Vali narrowed his pink eyes. "Seven? I’m five! That’s... almost the same." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"It is two years, rookie," Arjun grinned. "I like: Running! Jumping! Lifting heavy things! And meat!"

"I like meat too!" Vali interrupted.

"Dislikes!" Arjun continued. "Sitting still! Sleeping! And vegetables that aren’t hidden in pies!"

He pointed at Vali. "You next, soldier."

Vali sat up, his tail thumping softly against the rug. "I am Vali Jaeger. I am five. I like... biting things. And howling. And the ’Two-Wolf Stew’ Prim makes."

"Dislikes?" Clover prompted.

Vali’s face scrunched up. "Baths. Balthazar makes the water too hot and it smells like flowers. Wolves should smell like dirt!"

"Disgusting," Jasper muttered.

"Your turn, Slimy," Vali growled.

Jasper straightened his silk collar. "I am Jasper Argentis. I am also five, though intellectually I am much older. I like... warmth. Silence. And books with pictures of maps."

"Dislikes?" Arjun asked.

"Everything else," Jasper stated flatly. "Cold. Dirt. Loud noises. Running. Sweating. And people touching me."

He looked at the silent boy next to him.

"Silas?" Clover whispered gently.

Silas looked up. He didn’t speak. He held up four fingers.

"Four?" Clover guessed.

Silas nodded.

"What do you like?" Vali asked, leaning in and sniffing him.

Silas reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, wrapped piece of the "Calming Biscuit" he had saved. He pointed to it. Then he pointed to Primrose, sleeping in the chair.

"Cookies and Prim," Clover translated. "Me too."

"Dislikes?" Jasper asked.

Silas looked at the dark corner of the room where the shadows were deepest. He shivered. Then he pointed to his own mouth and shook his head.

"He doesn’t like... talking?" Arjun guessed.

Silas shrugged. It’s complicated.

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