The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10 I Don’t Want Cubs With You, Don’t Flatter Yourself

The recovery ability of beastmen was astonishing. The minor injury Leon suffered healed almost completely after just one night.

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Perhaps it was because the mountains, water, and air of the beast world were simply too good–even Rosalie Bennet’s wound had almost closed. Only the scabbed part itched terribly, making her want to scratch it nonstop.

Unable to stay idle, Rosalie headed into the mountains. Elijah and Declan walked one before and one behind, practically sandwiching her between them.

Both of their faces were colder than the other’s. In the scorching summer heat, Rosalie felt like she was traveling with two portable iceboxes.

She recalled the little fox from the morning, who had stared at her with eyes curved in delight as he chirped, “Matriarch, yesterday I found a wild chicken nest. Today I’ll take you there! Leon and I will wipe out the entire flock!”

Two blasts of icy aura shot up behind her, and before she could even react, Cameron and Leon had vanished like smoke.

Rosalie could cry. Whether it was Declan or Elijah, neither of them liked her in the least, so being alone with one was already nerve–wracking, but being stuck with both… It was already a blessing they hadn’t teamed up to bury her alive.

But perhaps two negatives do make a positive. Surprisingly, the atmosphere wasn’t too bad. Rosalie collected plants; they packed them away.

She walked; they walked. She stopped; they stopped. A strange, delicate harmony formed.

Rosalie tossed all grievances aside when she found an entire stretch of fully matured soybeans. With these, she could make tofu, soy milk, all sorts of bean products and even brew soy sauce. Soy sauce! A holy grail of cooking.

Her eyes sparkled as though she’d found treasure.

She crouched and picked eagerly, the yellow pods shaped like tiny boats. Inside, the plump beans waited sweetly to be harvested.

A sudden itch crawled from her wounded shoulder, making her freeze.

Declan noticed instantly. His hand reached toward her shoulder, but before he could touch her, Elijah clamped down on his wrist hard. The strength was so great that one could almost hear bones crack.

Declan narrowed his eyes dangerously at Elijah. Rosalie turned around just then, and the two instantly released each other’s hands.

She completely missed the tension. A thin sweat covered her cheeks, making them flush lightly. She pointed to a full basket in the distance. “This one’s full. Could one of you bring me the empty one?”

The two men turned at the same time and walked off shoulder to shoulder. Elijah’s airy voice floated into Declan’s ear, “Don’t even think of touching the Matriarc. Behave for three months, then leave on your

own.”

Declan’s laugh was icy. Picking up the basket, his aura flared hot–a sure sign of his anger.

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His dark eyes burned with fire. Lips lifting in a provocative smirk, he said, “And if I insist on being close to the Matriarch–inseparable in life and death–what can you do about it?

“The Matriarch wronged me. So whether I leave after three months will be up to me.”

Elijah’s brows lifted sharply. His fist swung toward Declan’s face, wind exploding around it, but Declan dodged skillfully.

Declan countered with a punch of his own. Behind Rosalie, the two silently exchanged blows–punches, kicks, leaves flying everywhere.

“Ah!”

Rosalie exclaimed. Elijah lost focus and took a heavy punch to his handsome face.

Declan’s grin held unrestrained triumph. I win. He set the basket beside Rosalie. “Matriarch, what happened?”

“The wind is so strong, and it looks like it might rain. Le’s stop picking and head back early.”

Rosalie looked at the leaves swirling everywhere, then turned and froze when she saw Elijah’s bruise. “Um… your face.”

Elijah lowered his head. “I tripped. No need to worry, Matriarch.”

Rosalie nodded, secretly thinking, Sobeastmen also fall down.

The harvest was abundant. She had even found several spices in their raw form. Some would require processing, but they were valuable finds.

For the soybeans, Rosalie decided to roast part of them and use the rest for soy sauce.

She sat at a large basin shelling beans, the two men flanking her like they were competing–plump beans rolled nonstop into both of their bowls.

Something felt off. Why were these two so competitive oday?

Washed beans went into a pot–some to boil, some to roast. Once roasted to a fragrant brown, she sprinkled salt over them. Delicious.

She set the roasted beans on the stone table and went inside to fetch the boiled ones.

Spreading them out to dry was all that was left to beginoy–sauce making.

Crunch, crunch. A gray tail sticking out from the corner witched. Then, the plate of beans was already empty.

Several stray beans rolled on the floor.

Rosalie let out a breathless laugh of anger, marched forward, and grabbed the tail. She wanted to see which little thief dared to steal her beans!

The fur puffed up instantly. A sharp wolf howl pierced e courtyard. Rosalie lifted the small wolf cub by

the tail.

Two figures rushed over–One with a hand already shifted into sharp claws, ready to fight, while the other

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with his bruised eye, glare sharp as a knife. Seeing only cub, both turned away again–one to chop wood, one to pluck feathers.

The wolf cub was terrified, big round eyes filling with tears, yet he still bared tiny, sharp fangs stubbornly.

Rosalie glared back, pretending to be fierce. “Where did you come from, you little food thief!”

The cub turned into a chubby boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

“I’m not a thief!” he shouted.

“My mother says I’m a mighty wolf!”

Rosalie snorted. “And your father taught you to steal from other people’s houses?”

His ears flushed red. “It just smelled too good… I couldn’t hold back. And… And… I was hungry.”

His belly growled loudly. Morality finally crushed him, and he burst into loud wails. “Wah! I got lost! I want my mother! I want my father!

“I want to go home!”

His cries startled birds from the trees.

After crying, the boy–Christopher Sanesman- gnawed on a freshly pan–seared pork chop Rosalie made.

With food in his belly, he finally reported his name and admitted he snuck out behind his father, but his father ran too fast, and he got lost.

Too young to control transformations freely, he reverted to a wolf cub after eating, then curled pitifully beside Rosalie and fell asleep.

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