Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Courted by Catastrophe II

I slumped against the tree, fanning myself. The Snake is cool, the Tiger is hot, and I am emotionally exhausted.

I looked across the clearing. Two B.A.D.s down. Two to go. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Lord Rurik Jaeger didn’t do romantic gestures. He did provider gestures.

While the others were setting up plates, Rurik vanished into the woods. He returned ten minutes later, dragging a massive, freshly caught Wild-Boar.

He dropped the carcass right in front of my blanket. THUD.

"Fresh," Rurik grunted, wiping a speck of blood from his cheek. He looked like a barbaric god of the hunt—wild, dangerous, and oddly proud. "For you."

I stared at the dead boar.

My prey instincts screamed: Run! Dead thing! Danger! But my Top Chef instincts screamed louder: Oh my god. Look at the marbling.

This wasn’t just a pig. This was a Dusk-Tusk Boar. In my old world, wild boar of this quality would cost a fortune. The fat cap was pristine white. The muscle was a deep, rich ruby red. It was magnificent.

"It’s..." I leaned closer, forgetting the blood for a second. "...remarkably well-fed. Look at that muscle density in the shoulder."

Rurik blinked, surprised I wasn’t screaming. "It was slow. Fat."

"It’s perfect," I murmured.

Then, Rurik pulled out his combat dagger and stabbed it into the flank to start field-dressing it.

My soul left my body.

"STOP!" I yelped, slapping his hand away.

Rurik froze, looking at me like I’d lost my mind. "What? I am dressing it."

"You are butchering it!" I hissed, grabbing his wrist. "You’re cutting against the grain! And you’re using a serrated combat knife on a prime loin?! You’ll bruise the meat! Do you have any respect for the product?!"

I realized what I was doing—scolding a murderous Wolf Marquis while holding his knife-hand—but I couldn’t help it. He was ruining a perfectly good roast.

"Watch the fascia," I commanded, guiding his hand. "Slide under the membrane. Don’t hack. Glide."

Rurik stared at me. His icy-blue eyes weren’t cold anymore. They were wide, dilated, and burning with a sudden, intense heat. I was bossing him around, covered in flour, teaching him how to skin a kill.

Apparently, that was his love language.

"Dad!" Vali yelled, running over. "Can I have an ear?"

"Get in line," Rurik growled, his voice rougher than usual. He nudged his son away with his boot, never breaking eye contact with me.

He sliced off a perfect medallion of the heart—the most prized cut—and held it out to me on the tip of his knife. It was raw. It was dripping.

"I provide for my pack," Rurik murmured, the sound vibrating in his chest. "And you... are Pack."

He pushed the knife closer. "Eat."

It was terrifying. It was primal. It was the most aggressive "proposal" I’d ever seen.

I looked at the raw heart.

A normal girl would have fainted. A fox-kin would have run.

I was a Chef. I took the meat from the blade with my bare fingers. I inspected the texture. Firm. Fresh. Zero oxidation.

"The quality is impeccable, Lord Jaeger," I said, my voice steady, though my heart was hammering. "But if you think I’m eating this without a pan-sear, a shallot reduction, and a sprinkle of sea salt, you are out of your mind."

I dropped the meat onto a plate.

"Start a fire," I ordered him. "I’ll get the rosemary. We’re doing this right."

Rurik watched me walk away. He didn’t look offended. He looked like he wanted to howl at the moon.

"Yes, Chef," he whispered.

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