The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98 Intense Kiss

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The door swung open, and Declan stood in the dark, his back as familiar as ever, yet carrying a sudden bleakness, as if he might fade into the night the moment you looked away.

Rosalie pushed open the window, letting the moonlight spill into the room and chase back a little of the gloom.

She picked up the overturned chair in the corner, set it in front of the table, and said softly, “You didn’t eat anything tonight-you’ve got to be hungry.

“Have some food, okay?”

As she spoke, she lifted a steaming bowl of rice piled with hot stir-fried dishes and held it up in front of Declan’s face.

In the still night, the rising steam blurred Declan’s vision and made his eyes sting.

He grabbed the bowl with one hand and set it down on the table with a dull thud, while his other arm suddenly wrapped around Rosalie’s slender waist, yanking her hard against his chest as if he meant to pull her into his very bones.

His mouth crashed down on hers, their teeth knocking together, and Rosalie let out a muffled gasp.

Declan brushed a kiss over the spot he’d hurt, then swept in and plundered her mouth, stealing every last breath from her lungs.

At first, Rosalie’s hands braced against his chest, but before long, they went slack, resting limply around his waist.

The clean, wild scent of Declan’s body dragged her under.

Rosalie had no idea how long it lasted before Declan finally let her go, a thin silver thread of saliva stretching between them, glinting in the moonlight.

Heat and tension swirled thick between them, leaving Rosalie’s throat dry.

Declan gazed at her, eyes full of raw reluctance to let go.

After a long moment, he released her, turned, and dropped into the chair, burying himself in the food until the bowl was completely clean-then silently handed the empty bowl back to

her.

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“It was great. Thanks.”

Rosalie took the bowl, utterly confused. “You don’t have to thank me.”

She opened her mouth to ask something more, but Declan simply pushed her straight out the door.

Back in her own room, Rosalie clutched at her wildly pounding heart, face burning as she wondered why Declan had suddenly kissed her like that.

The next morning, Rosalie couldn’t find Declan anywhere-not at home, not even in the hunting grounds he frequented.

She searched for three days straight, but Declan had vanished into thin air, leaving not so much as a trace behind.

Rosalie kept her expression neutral, but inside, she was a mess. How could he kiss her like that and then just disappear?

She sighed, and Cameron shoved a wild fruit into her hand, crunching loudly on his own as he mumbled, “He’s a big, tough beastman. What could possibly happen to him?”

Crunch, crunch…

“Don’t worry, Matriarch. Maybe he’ll just stroll back in one of these days!”

Leon added, “Declan’s strong. Ordinary beastmen aren’t a threat to him. You really don’t need to worry too much, Matriarch.”

Rosalie hummed in acknowledgment, but a faint crease of worry still lingered between her brows.

She could tell herself all that logic, but she’d grown used to Declan’s presence; with one person suddenly gone and his life or death unknown, the empty space gnawed at her.

After finishing the fruit, Rosalie stood, stretched lazily, slung her basket onto her back, and headed for the door.

She hadn’t even reached it when a whole crowd surged in through the doorway.

Rosalie jumped in surprise; Leon and Cameron instantly stepped in front of her, staring warily

at the newcomers.

The beastmen suddenly parted down the middle, opening a path as Gael strode out from their ranks.

The moment Cameron saw Gael, every metaphorical fox hair on his body bristled; he bared his

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teeth with a low, warning growl.

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