Chapter 43: Chapter 43 Playfemale
Lucas and Vincent were rolling on the ground as they fought.
When the door swung open from the inside, their eyes widened in shock upon seeing Kyra.
She was wearing a short, silky purple dress, revealing her round shoulders and enhancing figure. Her long, smooth legs were bare as she remained barefoot. She had a red mark on her forehead and arms due to an injury.
She looked beautiful and attractive.
Kyra's eyes also widened in shock upon seeing both of them, especially Vincent, who was on top of Lucas. They both looked messy, with their clothes in disarray.
Her eyes fell upon the dark circles under Vincent's eyes, indicating clearly they had been fighting. However, neither of them had any serious injuries.
Kyra frowned, her brows furrowing, and asked, "What were you guys doing? Fighting outside my room?" Her lips tightened into a thin line as she shifted her gaze from Vincent to Lucas, who was already looking at her.
Without waiting for their reply, she walked toward Vincent and, holding his biceps, helped him up.
Vincent felt an electric wave pass through his body where she had touched him. After all, he was a beast in his prime, and her hands felt so soft. Intentionally His gaze lingered on her face as she stood very close to him.
"Owww...." Seeing them together, Lucas felt intense jealousy. He whimpered, hoping to catch her attention.
Kyra released her grip on Vincent's biceps and turned to help Lucas. Seeing this, Lucas's heart finally calmed.
Observing the injury marks on his face, she felt the urge to inquire why he seemed to always be on the receiving end of beatings. However, with Vincent nearby, she hesitated to display too much intimacy with Lucas, even though all she longed to do was to embrace him, draw him close, and tenderly stroke his soft fur.
However, Vincent's skeptical gaze had already settled on them. What was happening between them? And why did he feel uneasy seeing them together?
But Lucas already had a mate, didn't he? That's a relief.
Vincent brushed aside his thoughts. Why was he dwelling on this girl who made his younger brother cry? He didn't want to think about her. Not at all.
"Why are you both fighting?" Kyra asked, furrowing her brows.
Vincent dusted off his clothes, clearing his mind, and replied coldly, "It's none of your business."
Kyra's lips tightened into thin lines as she glanced at Lucas, who was already meeting her gaze.
"Nothing, Ky— I mean, female. This snake was just trying to peek into your room," Lucas spoke, provoking Vincent's anger.
Damn! This wolf thrived on deceit and knew just how to annoy anyone.
"Don't lie, you annoying wolf. I have no interest in this female," Vincent retorted subconsciously. He didn't know why, but he had indeed wanted to see if Kyra had woken up or changed her clothes, although he didn't want to admit it.
"I'm not interested in you either," Kyra replied, feeling hurt by the rejection. It stung to be told by a man that he wasn't interested in her.
"Well, you should know that many females are after me. I don't want to mate with random Play females," Vincent coldly replied, his ego bruised by Kyra's response. He regretted his earlier comment, just as she did.
Playfemales? Like a playboy, Kyra thought.
From which angle did she seem like a playfemale?
Lucas felt his anger rise. He had initially thought that Vincent might be interested in Kyra, but now, hearing him refer to her as a playfemale felt like a direct insult to both Kyra and himself. He couldn't tolerate such disrespect.
'Playfemale' is a new term these days for females who mate with random males every day.
He couldn't bear the insult. Kyra was clearly a kind, powerful, and gentle woman.
"Hahaha! Snake, from what angle does she look like a playfemale? Look at her looks, look at her personality. She's better than most females here. She's unmarked, yet she could have her pick of countless snake males. And listen, no matter who you are, you can't insult anyone without knowing them," Lucas coldly retorted.
"You're talking about her as if you know her," Vincent replied icily. He regretted calling her a playfemale, but he felt no right for Lucas to lecture him.
"Well, I don't know her personally, but a person's actions reflect their personality. Seeing us on the ground, she helped us up. Clearly, she's a kind-hearted female. Have you ever seen any female helping males, huh?" Lucas shook his head, looking directly at Vincent.
Vincent's jaw clenched as he observed the other snakes watching them, their whispers reaching his ears.
"That female was kind enough to help the boss, but why is he being rude?"
"Yeah, females usually don't help males, even if they're dying in front of them."
"Not only is she kind, but she's also stunning. I'd do anything to become her mate."
"It must be a blessing from the Beastgod to find such a kind female. I want to pursue her."
"The boss truly lives up to his name as the feral king. He has no interest in any female; he's a lone apex predator."
Lucas heard everything too. The term playfemale infuriated him. No one could insult his female, even if he was the mighty feral king Titanoboa. He couldn't bear to see Kyra's pride diminished by someone else.
"Thank you," Kyra said, looking at Lucas with admiration in her eyes. He was everything she desired in a life partner—cute, powerful, respectful, and handsome.
Lucas felt a rush of excitement, his heart fluttering at the sight of Kyra's admiration gaze. He couldn't deny feeling shy in that moment.
Meanwhile, Vincent clenched his hands and turned away. A chill seemed to permeate the air around him as he looked at the other snakes who were watching them.
Seeing their boss's cold demeanor, they quickly dispersed, leaving Vincent with an even colder expression. He couldn't shake off the guilt he felt, but his wounded ego prevented him from uttering an apology.
Why did his heart ache when he saw Kyra's disappointed and sad expression? What was happening to him?
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