The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74 Make Me Yours

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Only then did Rosalie’s expression soften. If she had not made him swear, Micah would never have cared. He had already dared to face death. How could he worry about his health?

She opened her arms. Micah stepped into her embrace. She could feel him trembling, all because of the vow he had just made.

Rosalie gently rubbed his back. After a long while, Micah finally lifted his head. The corners of his eyes were wet as he looked at her.

“Matriarch, was it you who healed me?”

Rosalie nodded. Then she paused and asked, “When I treated you before, your illness didn’t seem this serious. Why did it suddenly get so bad?”

Micah lowered his eyes. “In my family, everyone is a black serpent. I’m the only white one,” he said softly.

“They dislike me. They fear me. Because my body carries a deadly poison. Just a few drops can kill a wild beast.”

He took a slow breath and continued. “But that poison has a price. The longer I live, the more it builds

up inside me. My body grows weaker over time.

“I could feel myself failing,” Micah said quietly. “This illness can’t be cured.

“I didn’t want to burden you. I didn’t want to make you sad.”

He looked up at Rosalie, his eyes filled with longing.

“When I was lying in the snow, my last wish before dying was to see you one more time.

“I never thought you would really save me,” he said, a small smile forming. “I’m truly happy.”

Rosalie pulled him close and whispered, “Silly! You’re mine. Without my permission, you’re not allowed to go anywhere.”

They were so close she could smell the faint scent on him.

Micah looked at her with dark, steady eyes. Rosalie’s gaze turned sultry. Her cool fingers brushed lightly across his warm throat.

He swallowed, his breathing uneven. Her hand slid down, tracing slow circles over his firm chest. His skin was hot beneath her touch. She could hear his restrained breathing close above her.

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“Matriarch…” Micah whispered.

His

eyes turned red, filled with feelings he was struggling to hold back.

Rosalie tried to pull her hand away, but a warm, strong grip caught her wrist. The space

between them grew heated, the air thick and sweet.

She looked at him deeply and gently kissed his lips.

Fireworks going off inside him. He guided her back onto the bed, kissing her with urgency, yet he cared.

Fierce emotion and tenderness mixed together.

Rosalie struggled to breathe and pushed lightly against his chest.

Micah stopped at once. He looked at her as if she were something precious. “Matriarch,” he asked softly, “can I truly become your husband?”

Looking at the one who had made her cry, laugh, and worry endlessly, Rosalie answered quietly, “Yes.”

Rosalie was like a small boat on the open sea, tossed and struck by the waves, unable to escape the vast ocean, hearing only the endless crash of the surf.

Only when dawn began to glow did the waves finally calm.

Micah held her tightly, his nose brushing against her ear.

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