Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands

Kaya yanked them into the alleyway beside it. She turned to Veer and held out her hand. ’’"Give me the money."’’

Veer frowned, holding the cash slightly out of her reach. ’’"Why? I just gained this currency. Let me smell it. Let me check the texture—"’’

Kaya didn’t have time for his avian curiosity. She violently snatched the money right out of his hand.

’’"Shut up!"’’ Kaya hissed, pointing a lethal, trembling finger at both of their faces. ’’"Stand right here. Do not move. If either of you goes anywhere or talks to anyone, I will literally chop you both up into pieces. Understand?"’’

Cutie nodded frantically, pressing his back against the brick wall. Veer blinked, surprised by the sudden, intense venom in her voice, but he slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

With that, Kaya spun around and rushed inside the phone booth, pulling the heavy glass door shut behind her.

The moment the door clicked, the panicked, stressed-out girl completely vanished. As the muffled sounds of the city traffic faded to a hum, Kaya’s posture straightened. Her shoulders rolled back. Her breathing slowed to a perfectly measured rhythm. The chaotic warmth in her eyes froze over into a cold, terrifying, stoic void.

She wasn’t the Clan Leader of the West anymore. She was a ghost.

She fed one of Veer’s stolen coins into the slot. She didn’t need to look up a number. Her fingers flew across the keypad, dialing a heavily encrypted sequence she had burned into her memory long before she ever heard the name Lord Siss.

The line clicked. It began to ring.

It rang for a long time. Once. Twice. Five times.

Finally, with a sharp ’clack’, the receiver on the other end was picked up. There was a heavy, tense silence, followed by a cautious, disbelieving voice.

’"...Hello?"’

Kaya stared at the graffiti-covered metal of the payphone. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was incredibly beautiful, but it carried the absolute, freezing chill of a drawn blade.

’’"It’s me."’’

On the other end of the line, there was a sharp intake of breath. The silence that followed was deafening, the sheer, paralyzing shock radiating through the telephone wire like a physical weight, as if a massive stone had just crashed onto the floor.

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The transition from the sun-drenched, chaotic pavement of the city park to the heavily tinted, air-conditioned interior of the black SUV happened in a dizzying blur.

Inside the vehicle, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense, a bizarre collision of two entirely different universes confined within a few square feet of leather and steel.

Kaya sat in the front passenger seat, her posture completely devoid of the polite, guarded tension she used to carry in this world. She sat heavily, her legs spread wide in a relaxed, aggressively dominant stance, completely unbothered by the ruined, soot-stained state of her crimson tunic bleeding dirt onto the pristine leather upholstery. Her head was tilted back against the headrest, her eyes staring blankly at the dashboard, radiating a cold, lethal stoicism that commanded the space.

In the driver’s seat sat a young man, his hands gripping the leather-wrapped steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were completely white. He wore a dark baseball cap pulled low over his forehead, though it failed to hide the messy, golden-blond hair underneath. His chest rose and fell in shallow, erratic breaths as he stared at Kaya, his eyes wide with an absolute, world-shattering disbelief.

Behind them, the backseat was a scene of absolute, comical chaos.

Veer and Cutie, two of the most terrifying, blood-soaked warlords of the beast continent, were currently behaving like cornered monkeys trapped in a metal box. They had absolutely no concept of a car. The enclosed space, the artificial blast of the air conditioning, and the faint, humming vibration of the engine completely overwhelmed their hyper-sensitive animal instincts. They were practically folded on top of each other, incredibly uncomfortable, with no idea how to properly position their massive frames on the seats.

Cutie, however, was rapidly losing his fear to sheer, childlike wonder. The giant, heavily scarred man was leaning almost entirely over Veer, his massive face pressed flat against the tinted glass of the passenger window. His mouth was hanging completely open in awe. Outside, the towering glass skyscrapers, the neon billboards, and the kinetic, roaring blur of city traffic moved past them at impossible speeds. For a being who had spent his entire life in dirt caves and stone fortresses, it was like staring directly into a realm of the gods.

Veer sat stiffly beside him, his jaw clenched tight. He had seen flashes of this world in his dreams—strange, fragmented visions pulled from Kaya’s mind during their bond—but the reality was a violent assault on the senses. The smell of exhaust, the unnatural speed of the metal beast they were riding in, and the sheer density of the human population made his predatory instincts scream. Yet, despite his profound discomfort, his sharp, golden eyes darted around the cabin, meticulously analyzing every button, mirror, and handle, adapting to the new environment with terrifying speed.

The golden-haired driver swallowed hard, tearing his eyes away from Kaya for a fraction of a second to glance at the rearview mirror.

He looked at the two massive, dirt-covered, wildly intimidating men in the back. ’Damn,’ he thought, a cold sweat breaking out on the back of his neck. ’Were they brought straight out of a jungle or something?’ They looked less like humans and more like apex predators wearing human skin.

He looked back at Kaya, his mind spinning completely out of control. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.

"Where have you been?" the man asked, his voice cracking slightly, betraying the hurricane of emotions swirling in his chest.

Kaya didn’t turn her head. She didn’t blink. Her voice, when it cut through the hum of the AC, was entirely devoid of warmth. It was the voice of a Clan Leader who was accustomed to absolute obedience.

"Just drive," Kaya ordered coldly, her eyes fixed on the windshield. "I’ll talk to you later."

The man snapped his mouth shut, intimidated into silence by a girl he had once considered a close, gentle friend. He shifted the SUV into gear and merged into the heavy city traffic, his hands trembling on the wheel.

His eyes kept darting to the rearview mirror, and then back to the passenger seat. From one moment to the next, his brain violently rejected the reality sitting right next to him.

’She is alive. I can’t believe she is actually alive.’

It had been exactly two years since Kaya had vanished. Two long, agonizing years since the night the entire city had been turned upside down.

She was a ghost. She was supposed to be a corpse. The public narrative had been cemented into local legend: the tragic, horrific tale of a betrayed woman pushed to the absolute edge of human endurance.

Two years ago, Kaya had been accused of murdering her husband and her own sister. At the time, the media had descended upon the case like rabid dogs, trying to unearth the truth. And they did find it. The police had recovered a hidden security camera’s CCTV footage from the living room of her sprawling suburban home.

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