Chapter 230: Chapter : 230 : What They Say About Him!

“Master is amazing,” she said immediately, voice bright and absolutely certain.

The cat girl startled slightly at the sudden confidence, ears twitching.

Luna leaned forward, hands clasped together in front of her chest.

“He’s strong,” Luna continued, nodding firmly as if this was the most obvious truth in the world. “Really strong. Strong enough that nothing bad ever reaches us when he’s around.”

She smiled—wide, proud, almost glowing.

“And he’s handsome,” she added, tail flicking with emphasis. “Very handsome. Tall. Broad. When he stands in front of you, you feel safe. Like the world remembers how to behave.”

The cat girl’s cheeks warmed faintly. She lowered her gaze, fingers tightening together.

Luna didn’t notice—or pretended not to.

“And when Master fights,” she went on, eyes shining now, “he doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t panic. He just moves. Like he already knows he’s going to win.”

She hugged herself slightly.

“That’s why I love him,” Luna said simply. “He’s strong enough to protect everyone. That’s all that matters.”

The room was quiet for a heartbeat.

Then—

Thristle snorted.

“Oh please,” she said loudly, folding her arms beneath her chest as she leaned against the doorframe. “That’s not allthat matters.”

Luna froze.

Slowly, she turned her head.

“Thristle,” she warned.

Thristle grinned, sharp and unapologetic.

“My King’s best quality,” Thristle declared without hesitation, “is that he’s incredible in bed.”

The cat girl’s ears flattened instantly.

Her face went bright red.

“Th—?!”

“And,” Thristle continued cheerfully, clearly enjoying Luna’s horror, “he’s kind, sure, but let’s not pretend he doesn’t have very specific tastes.”

She tapped her chin mock-thoughtfully.

“Especially when it comes to—”

“STOP.”

Luna stood up so fast the bed shook.

Her ears flattened, tail bristling.

“KIDS,” Luna barked, spinning toward the door. “OUT. NOW.”

Leona blinked.

“…Huh?”

“Play with Luna-Mummy,” Luna snapped, already herding. “NOW.”

Ivy grabbed Fluffynuggets reflexively.

“Wait, what did we do—”

“OUT.”

They didn’t argue.

Leona scrambled off the bed. Liri followed quickly. Noir lingered half a second longer, eyes flicking between Luna and Thristle before she hurried out.

The door shut.

Silence.

The cat girl sat completely frozen, face burning, tail wrapped tightly around her leg.

Thristle laughed.

“Oh come on,” she said lazily. “They hear worse from Nyxion.”

Luna turned slowly.

Her smile was dangerous.

“You,” Luna said sweetly, “are not allowed to continue that sentence when the kids are around.”

Before Thristle could respond—

The door opened again.

Footsteps.

Many of them.

The room filled with presence.

Aethoniel entered first, hands folded nervously. Xylendra followed beside Valeforia, their shoulders brushing. Venya bounced in behind them, eyes curious. Vegia, Arisha, Lysandra, Nyxion, Zerra, Selvara, Edda, Serica, Vaara, and Nayla followed in a loose wave of color, energy, and familiar chaos.

Nyxion glanced around.

“…Why does it smell like panic and embarrassment?”

Venya tilted her head. “Why cat girl red?”

The cat girl squeaked quietly and tried to shrink into herself.

Lysandra smiled knowingly.

“The children said you were ’talking about Daddy,’” she said gently.

Thristle folded her arms smugly. “Correction. I was telling the truth that he loves big boobs.”

Selvara sighed.

Nyxion grinned.

“Oh,” Nyxion said slowly. “This is that kind of conversation.”

The cat girl’s ears twitched helplessly.

Nayla laughed softly. “Oh, sweetheart,” she said warmly, settling onto the bed with graceful ease. “You picked a very interesting family.”

Aethoniel approached slowly, kneeling near the cat girl.

“You don’t have to listen if you don’t want to,” she said softly.

The cat girl swallowed.

“…I… want to,” she admitted shyly. “I just… don’t know how.”

Xylendra smiled kindly. “That’s okay.”

Valeforia leaned in slightly. “We’ll be gentle. Mostly.”

One by one, they had settled around her, forming a loose circle that left no sharp edges, no looming shadows. Pillows shifted. The mattress dipped slightly under their combined weight.

Xylendra sat closest to her.

She folded her hands neatly in her lap, shoulders slightly drawn inward.

Her eyes flicked toward the cat girl, then away, then back again—like she was afraid of being too noticeable.

“…Um,” Xylendra began softly.

Her voice was quiet. Careful.

“When I first met Savior… I had lost the will to live,” she admitted, cheeks faintly pink. “I was always waiting to be told what to do. Waiting to be punished for doing it wrong.”

The cat girl’s ears twitched.

Xylendra swallowed. “But he didn’t gave up hopes one us. He gave me a home. A family. And he loved me for than himself”

The cat girl’s chest tightened.

Valeforia immediately leaned closer, grinning. “And then, He took over our hearts.”

Xylendra gasped softly. “V-Va-Chan—!”

Valeforia laughed. “What? It’s true.”

She stretched lazily across the bed, propping her head on one arm. “He looked at us like we were people,” Valeforia said. “Not investments. Not property. People.”

The cat girl blinked rapidly.

Venya bounced slightly where she sat, tail swishing excitedly. “My Lord is best,” Venya announced happily. “Venya loves My Lord. My Lord kind. My Lord strong. My Lord smells safe.”

“…Smells?” the cat girl whispered.

Venya nodded vigorously. “Yes! Safe smell!”

Selvara scoffed loudly.

“Tch. He’s an idiot,” she said, arms crossed.

The cat girl startled—then froze when

Selvara’s cheeks flushed pink. “…But,” Selvara muttered, looking away, “he’s stupidly reliable. Always shows up. Always fixes things. Always puts everyone else first even when it costs him.”

Her fingers clenched.

“…And it’s annoying,” she added quietly, “because it makes it impossible not to love him.”

Serica leaned back on her hands, posture relaxed, eyes amused.

“I didn’t have a tragic past,” she said casually. “He just kissed me once and realized I was doomed.”

The cat girl nearly choked on air.

Serica smirked. “What? It happens.”

Vaara lifted her chin proudly. “He has presence,” she said confidently. “The kind that bends a room without demanding it. I noticed him immediately.”

She crossed her arms beneath her chest.

“He is worthy,” Vaara declared. “Of loyalty. Of admiration.”

Then she paused.

“…If he were here,” she added stiffly, “I would not say this so openly.”

Zerra giggled.

“He’s kind,” she said brightly. “Not loud about it. Just… consistent. Like he notices when you’re hurting before you say anything.”

Lysandra sighed, resting her cheek in her palm. “He’s an idiot,” she said flatly.

“But,” Lysandra continued, eyes softening, “he is kind. And stupidly selfless. And he always chooses us before himself.”

She smiled faintly.

“That makes him dangerous,” she added. “And precious.”

Arisha sat straight-backed, hands resting on her knees. “I despised men,” she said calmly. “All of them.”

The cat girl held her breath.

“Aiden proved me wrong,” Arisha continued, voice steady. “He is noble. He does not conquer. He protects.”

Her gaze sharpened with pride. “And he is mine.”

Nayla laughed low and lazy. “Oh, sweetheart,” she drawled. “He’s a disaster wrapped in heroism.”

The cat girl’s ears flattened.

“But he never lies to himself,” Nayla continued. “That alone makes him worth following.”

Aethoniel clasped her hands tightly.

“He gave me a family,” she said quietly.

Her eyes shimmered faintly.

Edda smiled last. Soft. Gentle.

“He brought warmth back into my home,” she said. “And laughter.”

She looked at the cat girl kindly.

“He did not replace what I lost,” Edda said.

“He honored it.”

“So many,” she whispered. “…All of you.”

Edda smiled warmly. “That’s because he makes space for us.”

Serica added calmly, “He doesn’t demand loyalty. He earns it.”

Vaara nodded. “Through consistency.”

Venya bounced. “And hugs!”

Nayla chuckled. “And sex.”

Lysandra folded her hands. “And responsibility.”

Zerra smirked. “And a terrifying willingness to burn the world if needed.”

The cat girl sat there, eyes wide, chest aching, tail trembling faintly.

Luna smiled brightly.

“Now you know,” she said.

The cat girl swallowed. “…He didn’t buy me,” she realized softly.

Everyone froze.

“…He chose me,” she corrected herself.

Luna nodded. “Yes.”

The cat girl lowered her gaze, hands tightening in the blanket.

“…Then,” she whispered, voice barely holding together, “maybe… I can learn how to stay.”

Xylendra reached out first—slow, careful—and rested her hand lightly over the cat girl’s.

“You already are,” she said gently.

Suddenly, Aiden stepped through the doorway. His black jacket was already slung over one shoulder.

He paused mid-step when he caught the tail end of her words.

The cat girl’s voice was barely above a whisper—fragile, hopeful, trembling on the edge of something she didn’t yet have a name for.

Aiden’s gaze found her instantly.

She looked up at the sound of his boots on the floor.

Her eyes widened.

Cheeks that had only just begun to cool flared scarlet again. Her fluffy black ears flattened against her skull. Her long tail curled so tightly around her own waist it looked painful.

The other wives turned almost as one.

Edda was the first to move.

She rose gracefully from her seat and crossed the room with quiet, purposeful steps.

Aiden’s expression softened the moment he saw her.

Edda reached him first—hands lifting to his shoulders, fingers brushing the fabric of his jacket.

“Welcome home,” she whispered, voice shy and sweet.

Aiden’s free hand came up to cup her cheek.

Their kiss was soft—slow—lips brushing once, twice, then lingering. Edda sighed into it, lashes fluttering, body melting against his just enough to press her full breasts warmly to his chest.

When they parted, her cheeks were flushed, eyes shining.

Aiden smiled—small, private—then let her slip behind him.

Edda’s fingers moved to his shoulders again—sliding the jacket off with practiced care, folding it neatly over her arm.

Luna—already pouting—shot up from the bed like a coiled spring.

“Not fair…!”

She launched herself at Aiden—tail swishing wildly—colliding with his chest hard enough to make him grunt in amusement.

Aiden caught her easily—arms wrapping around her waist—lifting her just enough so her legs dangled for a heartbeat before she wrapped them around him.

Luna kissed him fiercely—possessive, needy—little fangs nipping his lower lip.

Aiden groaned softly into her mouth—hands sliding down to grip her ass through the thin silk of her nightdress, squeezing hard enough to make her yelp against his lips.

When they broke apart, Luna’s cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy.

“Missed you,” she mumbled, nuzzling his throat.

Aiden kissed her forehead.

“Missed you too, little wolf.”

One by one, they came to him.

Nyxion next—hips swaying, breasts shifting heavily. She kissed him with lazy hunger—tongue teasing his—then pulled back smirking.

“Welcome home, Heart Lord.”

Thristle practically tackled him—laughing—kissing him hard and messy before biting his lower lip and grinning.

“My King.”

Lysandra’s kiss was gentle—reverent—hands cradling his face like he was something sacred.

Arisha hesitated—cheeks burning green—but stepped forward anyway. Aiden met her halfway—kissed her softly—then deeper—until she whimpered against his mouth.

Valeforia kissed him with teasing playfulness—nipping his lip—then whispering something filthy in his ear that made him chuckle darkly.

Xylendra’s kiss was shy—hesitant—until Aiden cupped her cheek and deepened it, making her melt with a soft moan.

Aethoniel trembled—wings fluttering invisibly beneath glamour—but kissed him back with quiet courage.

Venya bounced into his arms—giggling—kissing his cheek, then his lips, then his cheek again.

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