My mates in Beastworld-Chapter 72 Vincent confession

"Yay!"

Monica twitched her waist as she did a little snake dance in front of her mates.

"Finally, that bitch left," she shouted happily. "And now Vincent is mine, mine! Ah, fuck!" As she twitched her waist, Monica lost her balance and fell to the floor. "I fucking hate this! That bitch must have been badmouthing me." she said angrily. However, when she saw her mates looking at her, she bit her lip.

No need to pretend in front of them anyway.

"Haa! Prepare a dress for me. And Alan, where’s that makeup you brought for me?" she said as she walked towards the bed. "Quickly, help me get ready! That bitch has left, and I need to quickly seduce Vincent." ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Her male mates quickly brought her the newly purchased, fine, tight red dress. Alan brought the makeup.

One of her mates helped untangle Monica’s long, dark hair. Alan then carefully applied kohl eyeliner to her lower lids and dusted her face with powder using a soft puff. Finally, he painted her lips with a deep red lipstick.

Monica smiled as she walked out of the room, her mates trailing behind her. She turned and looked at them with displeasure. "Don’t follow me." she ordered.

They sadly watched her as she left.

What’s sadder than helping their female get ready to seduce another man?

Entering the living room, Monica put on a bright smile and hurried over to Vincent, who was deep in discussion with the other males. "Vince! I’m so excited!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. But Vincent shrugged her off, causing Monica to stumble and nearly fall.

Regaining her composure, Monica maintained her smile, though her eyes betrayed a glimmer of anger. The more Vincent rebuffed her, the more she longed for his affection. "Vince, how do I look?" she asked coyly, twirling to show off her outfit. She reveled in the lustful gazes of the other males, feeling a sense of pride in her ability to captivate them.

Vincent barely spared her a glance. "Hideous." he said flatly, his voice dripping with disdain.

Kyle snickered, earning him a sharp glare from Monica.

"Vince, please look at me!" Monica pleaded, her voice trembling. "You know I’m different from the other women. I’ll love you, cherish you... I’ll even mate with you and lay your eggs!" she added, her tone turning seductive.

Vincent rolled his eyes. "Stop dreaming, female. And stop calling me ’Vince’! It’s annoying as hell." he snapped.

Monica’s face fell, and she took a step back, suddenly feeling small and afraid. She knew Vincent could be ruthless, and she had seen his dark side before. Forcing a nervous laugh, she said, "Haha, I see you’re busy, Vince! I’ll come back tonight."

"Haven’t you heard? They say there are ghosts roaming the castle at night." Kyle warned, leaning in closer to Monica.

Monica tossed her head defiantly. "I’m not scared," she huffed, then turned and left, swaying her hips as she went. "I’ll be in his room at midnight. Just you wait and see."

Kyle watched her go, shaking his head in bewilderment. Meanwhile, Vincent remained focused on his conversation, oblivious to Monica’s advances.

"Hahaha! Vins you better watch this Monica what if she did somthing will separate u and Kyra.." Kyle said as he saw Vinecnt pause.

Vincent waved off the guys, and they finally left. He turned towards Kyle and looked deep into his eyes.

Vincent said his voice was deep. "There’s nothing and no one that can come between us. Every time I look at her, it’s like I’m seeing my future, my everything. Monica or anyone else can try, but they’ll never succeed. If anyone dares to come between us, they won’t live to see the next sunrise. I’ll make sure of it." His eyes darkened with intense emotion.

He didn’t even realize when these feelings for Kyra had become so strong, but now his heart was completely set on her. There was no way he was going to let her go.

"Kyra is my everything. Her smile, her laugh, even the way she breathes.... it’s all mine." He said his voice becomes more darker.

Kyle felt a chill go down his spine as he listened to Vincent. "Vins, what the heck? When did you start having such crazy, dangerous thoughts about her? I used to think you hated Kyra, but now you’re talking about her like some kind of obsessive lover!"

Vincent smirked. "Once I started accepting my feelings, that’s when."

"Great, now all my friends are pairing off, and I’m the only single loser left." Kyle said dramatically.

"You should try with Monica," Vincent suddenly said.

"I hate you." Kyle replied angrily, transforming into a half-snake, ready to attack Vincent.

Vincent rolled his eyes. "Let’s go outside and blow off some steam. I’m itching for a fight."

"I hate you." Kyle repeated, gagging at the thought of him and Monica being together. He’d rather be with a cockroach.

***

It was a warm afternoon when Kyra and Lucas finally reached the cottage. After their long and tiring trip, they felt relieved and happy to be back in the familiar place.

Kyra looked around the cottage, even though she had only stayed there for a short time before. She still felt attached to this place. She looked at the plants around the cottage, the thick forest of trees, and the grassy fields in the distance. The big mountains behind the cottage looked beautiful.

Everything seemed almost magical, like it wasn’t real.

Kyra glanced at Lucas, who had opened the door. Taking a deep breath, she went inside, feeling safe at last after their difficult journey.

What they didn’t know is that sometimes, after a long trip, you should wash your feet before going inside. If you don’t, the spirits that followed you on the trip might come into the house with you. But Kyra and Lucas didn’t know about this.

The dark energy followed them inside.

[A/N: I hope readers don’t mind some horror in the Beastworld story.]