Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219: The Assassin and the Silver Feathers

If there is one thing I have learned about raising beast-kins, it is that you cannot keep a wild creature locked inside a house. Even if that house is a massive, luxurious cliffside manor with an ocean view.

It had been two days since Lucien rescued Juni from the poacher’s cave. Cassian, in his infinite medical wisdom, had placed the Duck-kin mother on strict bed rest. He had wrapped her knee, prescribed four different herbal teas, and absolutely forbidden her from flying until her bruised wing muscles were fully healed.

Juni was handling the confinement exactly the way you would expect a fierce, independent bird-warrior to handle it.

She was going absolutely stir-crazy.

"If I have to sit on this velvet sofa for one more hour, I am going to scream," Juni muttered, pacing back and forth across the living room rug. Her beautiful, silver-tipped wings were drooping slightly, twitching with restless energy.

"You must minimize kinetic output," Cassian lectured smoothly, not looking up from his book as he sat in the armchair. "Your primary flight feathers sustained micro-fractures from the iron net. If you attempt an updraft, you will tear a ligament."

"I don’t want to attempt an updraft, Cassian," Juni sighed, running a hand through her messy golden hair. "I just want to feel the wind on my face. I’ve been inside for forty-eight hours. I smell like lavender soap and sterile bandages. I need outside."

"The outside contains unregulated humidity," Cassian pointed out.

I walked out of the kitchen, wiping my hands on my apron, my nine silver tails swishing in amusement. "Cassian, stop holding the poor woman hostage. The sun is shining. The wind is low. Let her go sit in the courtyard before she actually starts breaking the furniture."

Juni looked at me like I was her personal savior.

Cassian frowned, adjusting his round glasses. "Fine. But she is restricted to ground-level activities only. No jumping. No hovering."

"Thank you," Juni breathed a massive sigh of relief.

She didn’t waste another second. She turned and practically speed-walked toward the glass patio doors.

Pip, who was currently sitting on the floor trying to feed a piece of apple to Clover’s stuffed pink bunny, immediately dropped the fruit. He let out a loud, happy "Honk!" and waddled after his mother as fast as his chubby legs could carry him. He was, of course, wearing his bright yellow frog raincoat. He refused to take it off unless he was sleeping.

I watched them step out onto the warm, sunlit grass. Juni closed her eyes, tilting her head back and taking a deep, shuddering breath of the salty ocean air. Her wings relaxed a fraction, spreading out just a little to catch the sunlight.

"You are staring," a low, smooth voice murmured.

I didn’t jump. I just smiled, turning my head to look at the dark corner of the hallway.

Lucien stepped out of the shadows. The Panther Warlord was dressed in his usual immaculate dark suit, his violet eyes fixed entirely on the patio doors. He hadn’t stopped hovering since he brought Juni home. If she was in a room, Lucien was in the darkest corner of it, silently watching over her.

"I’m not the one staring, Lucien," I teased gently, crossing my arms. "You’ve been hiding in the hallway for twenty minutes just to make sure she didn’t trip on the rug."

The tips of Lucien’s ears turned a faint, dusty pink. He cleared his throat, adjusting his perfectly straight cuffs. "Her knee is still compromised. It is a tactical vulnerability. I am merely monitoring the situation."

"Right. Tactical," I laughed softly. I walked over and gently nudged his arm. "Go out there, tough guy. She’s probably going to try and fix her feathers, and it’s hard to reach your own back. Go help her."

Lucien froze. His violet eyes widened slightly. "Preening is a highly intimate avian ritual. If a predator approaches a bird from behind while their wings are extended, it triggers a defensive panic response. She will think I am attacking her."

I looked at the deadliest assassin in the Empire. He could dismantle a dozen armed mercenaries without blinking, but the thought of accidentally making Juni uncomfortable absolutely terrified him.

"Lucien," I said softly, looking him right in the eyes. "She fought off an army to protect her baby, and the only time she completely dropped her guard was when you offered her your hand. She trusts you. Go."

Lucien swallowed hard. He gave a sharp, single nod, took a deep breath, and stepped out onto the patio.

I immediately backed up, hiding slightly behind the curtains of the glass doors so I could shamelessly eavesdrop.

Out in the courtyard, Juni had sat down on a large, smooth stone bench beneath the ancient oak tree. Pip was happily waddling around her feet, chasing a butterfly.

Juni let out a soft sigh, stretching her magnificent white and silver wings. But as she extended the right wing, she winced. One of the long, primary flight feathers near the middle of her back was bent at a harsh, unnatural angle. The iron net from the poachers had crushed the quill.

She reached her arm over her shoulder, contorting her body as she tried to reach the bent feather to smooth it out. Her fingers brushed it, but she couldn’t get a good grip. She let out a frustrated little huff, dropping her arm.

"Allow me."

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