Chapter 201: Chapter 201- Did Bella Run Away?

He wanted to say more. Wanted to tell her that she was healed now. That she didn’t have to worry about dying anymore.

But something stopped him.

Not yet.

She needed to process things at her own pace.

Viktor started to lift himself up—his arms flexing as he pushed his weight off her soft, naked body.

But then—

Her arms wrapped around him.

Her legs locked around his waist.

Viktor froze.

“What?” he asked, blinking down at her.

Kaida’s red eyes met his, and there was something raw in them. Something desperate.

“Don’t leave me after scratching my wounds,” she said quietly.

Viktor’s breath hitched.

Scratching my wounds.

The metaphor wasn’t lost on him.

He’d opened her up. Made her vulnerable. Forced her to confront emotions she’d probably buried deep beneath layers of mercenary pragmatism and survival instincts.

And now she was asking him not to abandon her.

Viktor’s lips curved into a small smile.

He leaned down, capturing her lips with his.

The kiss was slow. Deep. Their mouths moved together, tongues sliding against each other in a lazy dance that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with connection.

Chu… slllrp… mmmh…

Kaida’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as she sucked on his lower lip. Viktor responded in kind, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, memorizing her.

When they finally pulled apart, both were gasping softly.

“Haah… haaa…”

Viktor grinned down at her. “Want me to fuck you?”

Kaida’s mouth twitched, and her eyes narrowed. “No, you punk. You’ll tear my pussy apart.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest.

But even as he laughed, he felt it.

The stirring in his groin.

His cock—which had been limp and soft just moments ago—began to harden. The combination of their kiss, the taste of her saliva, and the warmth of her body pressed against his was enough to trigger his incubus nature.

Her saliva, being fluid from her body, just recovered his stamina, fatigue, and arousal to the max.

Blood rushed south, filling his shaft.

Throb.

Kaida’s eyes widened as she felt it.

The thick head of his cock pressed against her swollen pussy lips—still gaped and tender from hours of streching her open. Her breathing hitched, turning sharp and high-pitched.

She’d seen how Mira and Helena had left after peeking through the door. They saw how he’d been on her all that time while they slept.

With how long he was on her, how long his cock even if limo kept her open and filled, if he started to pound her—after keeping him buried for hours—she would literally break apart.

’!’

The moment his thighs curled like a frog’s, muscles coiling, lifting her hips wide open and his cock positioned itself perfectly against her entrance, she knew.

It was about to come.

Her eyes went wide, panic flashing across her face.

Her hands lurched forward, pressing flat against his chest.

“Wait wait, Viktor wait—!”

But he stopped.

Viktor pulled back slightly, his cock retreating from her entrance. He held her waist gently, his grin turning playful as he watched the shock and relief war across her face—tears of panic still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

“Please, just few dozens of strokes,” Viktor said, his voice teasing. “Let me heal the wound I scratched by filling it up with my—”

Knock knock.

The sound echoed through the room, sharp and sudden.

Viktor’s head snapped toward the door, his playful expression fading into a frown.

Kaida, still pressed beneath him, let out a shaky breath of relief.

The door creaked open.

Helena stepped inside, her brown eyes immediately landing on the bed.

She froze.

Her gaze took in the scene in an instant.

Viktor—naked, his lightly muscular body glistening with dried sweat and the remnants of their earlier activities. His cock—hard like her wrist bone, swollen red head still slick with Kaida’s juices—jutted obscenely from his groin.

Kaida—equally naked, her body sprawled beneath him. Her breasts were covered in bite marks, nipples swollen and leaking faint traces of milk. Her thighs were spread, her pussy visibly gaped and red, glistening with the evidence of what they’d been doing.

Helena’s face flushed immediately.

It was not that she had come to check on them to ask for food, but seeing him with her, she didn’t wake him up since Kaida was newlywed and they should have their time together, at least according to what Mira told her.

But she didn’t look away.

If anything, her eyes darkened slightly, her pupils dilating as her gaze lingered on Viktor’s cock.

She seemed… down.

Not aroused in a playful way.

Something was wrong.

Viktor noticed immediately.

“Helena?” he asked, his voice losing its teasing edge.

Helena swallowed hard, tearing her gaze away from his body to meet his eyes.

“Young Master,” she said quietly, her voice trembling slightly. “Elara and Bella… they seem to have left the manor.”

Viktor’s entire body went rigid.

“Huh?” he said, his voice slowly becoming confused. “What?”

Viktor’s confusion was thick, palpable, hanging in the air like smoke.

“Left?” he repeated, the word tasting wrong on his tongue.

His body, still hovering over Kaida, didn’t move, but the playful atmosphere evaporated instantly. The hard throb of his cock, desperate for release moments ago, was ignored entirely as his mind tried to process Helena’s words.

Helena nodded, wringing her hands together. She looked small standing in the doorway, her usual confidence replaced by anxiety. “I with Mira, went to prepare food… usually, Bella was with toby all day. Elara however first went missing in morning. We thought she went out for some moment and just few hours ago. The house suddenly seemed quiet. Too quiet. I checked their rooms. They weren’t there.”

Beneath him, Kaida shifted, sensing the shift in Viktor’s mood. She pushed gently at his chest, and this time, Viktor rolled off her without protest, his feet hitting the cold floor.

“Maybe they went to the market,” Viktor muttered, though a cold knot was already forming in his stomach.

“Without telling us?” Helena countered softly. “Bella never leaves without asking….”

Viktor didn’t answer. He closed his eyes.

Clench.

His eyelids squeezed shut tight, whitening at the corners as his pupils contracted violently behind the lids. He didn’t need eyes to see right now.

[Beast Tamer, Tactical Strategist abilties simultaneously activating: Olfactory Tracking, Environmental Scan – ACTIVATED]

The world shifted. The visual spectrum vanished, replaced by a complex web of scents and sensations. He inhaled, the air rushing into his lungs not as oxygen, but as data.

His ability to think ten steps ahead of others, along with his beast taming ability, was highly effective on a half-human and half-beast, and other ability enhancements he received from Kaida made him instantly cover the whole manor.

Sweat. Sex. Milk. That was the room.

Helena’s scent—lavender, worry, faint arousal.

Kaida’s scent—metallic blood, musk.

He pushed past that. He pushed his senses out of the room, through the cracks in the door, down the hallway.

Dust. Old wood. The faint smell of dinner Helena had started.

And then… the void.

The specific, distinct scent of Bella—half-human, half-beast, a smell like rain on fur and wild forests—was fading. Not just absent, but old. Stale.

She hadn’t just stepped out. The trail was an hour cold.

And Elara… she seems to hahve left hours before Bella.

His eyes snapped open.

“Fuck.”

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