Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50: The Bubble Message and the Broken History

The interference field was down. The massive red crystal in the center of the room was finally calm, pulsing with a soft, inviting white light.

"It is ready," King Caspian said, floating near the console. "You have sixty seconds of transmission time before the atmospheric pressure scrambles the signal again."

Primrose nodded, swimming up to the crystal. Her heart hammered. She hadn’t spoken to anyone from the surface in nearly a month.

She placed her hand on the crystal. It hummed, waiting for her voice.

"Hey," Primrose started, her voice cracking slightly. "It’s me. Primrose."

She took a deep breath.

"I’m alive. I’m safe. I... I washed up in a place where I can’t leave just yet, but I’m okay. Please don’t burn down the ocean looking for me. I promise I’ll be back soon."

She paused, imagining the chaotic scene at the daycare.

"Vali, stop biting people. Arjun, don’t break the furniture. Jasper, stop calculating the odds of my death. Silas, keep drawing."

She swallowed hard.

"Clover my sweet bunny, keep your safety rock close, okay? Be brave for me. And Luna... you’re in charge of the daycare. I know you can do it. Watch over them."

She smiled, a tear drifting away into the water.

"Keep the oven warm for me. I miss you guys. I will be back soon so just wait for me."

She pulled her hand back. The crystal flashed once, sending a concentrated pulse of magic shooting straight up through the miles of water, aiming for the signature of the Little Whiskers Daycare.

Caspian watched her, his expression unreadable.

"You miss them," he stated. It wasn’t a question.

"They’re my family," Primrose said softly. Then she looked at him, catching the flicker of jealousy in his teal eyes. "But I have work to do here, too. Come on. Orion is waiting for his geometry lesson."

Over the next few days, life in the Sunless City fell into a new rhythm. But there was a shift. A subtle, terrifying shift.

Caspian had stopped acting like a King and started acting like... a suitor.

And he wasn’t subtle.

Primrose was in the kitchen, prepping sea-oats.

Caspian drifted in, holding a pearl the size of a grapefruit. But it wasn’t the usual white or black pearl. It was a radiant, glowing Golden Orange.

"I found this in the thermal vents of the Southern Ridge," Caspian said casually, placing it on her cutting board. "A Sun-Pearl. It is the only thing down here that holds the color of fire."

He leaned in, his voice dropping.

"It matches your eyes. Keep it."

"Caspian," Primrose sighed, trying to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks. "I can’t chop vegetables with a priceless artifact on the board."

"Then I shall build you a bigger kitchen," he replied smoothly.

Primrose was in the garden with Orion, drawing squares in the sand.

"So, a square has four equal sides," Primrose explained.

"Like this?" Orion asked, drawing a wobbly shape.

"Perfect," she smiled.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over them. Caspian was there, wearing a tunic that was unbuttoned significantly lower than necessary.

"I have cleared my schedule," Caspian announced. "I wish to learn about squares."

"You’re an architect," Primrose pointed out, refusing to look at his chest. "You know what a square is."

"I have forgotten," he said shamelessly, floating closer until his arm brushed hers. "Teach me again. Hands-on instruction might be necessary."

Primrose was walking back to her room.

Caspian escorted her. He always escorted her.

"The corridors are dangerous," he claimed, glaring at a terrified shrimp-guard who was literally trembling against the wall.

When they reached her door, he didn’t just leave. He took her hand, kissing her knuckles, his teal eyes dark and hungry.

"Goodnight, Chef," he would whisper. "Dream of me."

Primrose knew exactly what he was doing. She had played the game. She knew the mechanics of a "Capture Target" in pursuit mode.

But knowing it and feeling it were two different things. Every time he looked at her, she felt a flutter in her chest that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the fact that the lonely man from Seoul was trying very, very hard to make her stay forever.

She acted oblivious. She rolled her eyes. She made jokes.

But every night, she fell asleep holding the Golden Sun-Pearl.

Primrose needed answers.

It wasn’t just about distracting herself from the King’s intense courting. It was about what the Queen Dowager had said.

A defective, tail-less pollution.

The words had been eating at her for days. In Beastly B.A.D.S., the character profile for Primrose just said: Born without a tail due to weak bloodline. That was it. That was the reason she was "Hard Mode."

But she had just learned that the Game Lore about Caspian was a lie. He wasn’t a tragic widower; he was a transmigrator. The game had covered up the truth with a pretty story.

If the game lied about him, Primrose thought, swimming past a row of glowing crystals, did it lie about me? Am I really just ’weak’? Or is there a reason the Foxes fell?

She needed to know if her "Hard Mode" was a glitch she could fix.

She entered the Royal Library. It wasn’t a room of books. Paper dissolved underwater. Instead, it was a cavern filled with thousands of floating Memory Crystals.

Primrose swam through the rows. She wasn’t browsing. She was hunting.

She found a section marked "Origins: The Eight Clans."

She reached out and touched a large, amber-colored crystal.

FLASH.

Golden light spilled into the water, forming moving images and ancient text in the air.

In the Beginning, before the Great Divide, the First Kins ruled the chaos together.

Primrose watched, mesmerized. The images swirled, showing figures of immense power.

The First Tiger, Lord of the Jungle

The First Wolf, The Lycan Lord

The First Serpent, The Imugi Dragon

The First Shadow, The Panther

The First Lion, The Sun-Child

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